Shen Mo said he was not in a hurry, but Bai Youwei was in a hurry for him.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, and her mood was indescribable.
At first, it seemed that he couldn't find a teammate, so he was a little gloat, but then he became anxious, worried that he would really not be able to gather enough people, but now... Now that there are only two people left, she started to panic again.
On the one hand, he hoped that his wishes would come true, but on the other hand, he did not want him to take risks.
These two emotions were like pulling a big saw, making her extremely anxious.
Fortunately, two pieces of the puzzle were exchanged from Du Lai, otherwise she must have been more anxious.
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Bai Youwei tossed and turned on the bed.
He probably woke up Shen Mo, and was wrapped by one of his arms, hugging him into his arms.
"What have you been moving?" Shen Mo asked in her ear.
His voice was low and hoarse, and his breath was warm and warm, brushing against her ear, tingling and itching.
Bai Youwei froze for a moment, then stopped moving...
Shen Mo asked her again, "Want to go to the toilet?"
Bai Youwei: "..."
There were still a few traces of charming atmosphere, but it suddenly disappeared. She felt disappointed for a while, and pinched his arm angrily, "I can't do anything other than go to the toilet?!"
Shen Mo smiled in a low voice and asked, "... Thirsty, want to drink water?"
Bai Youwei doesn't want to pinch him anymore, she wants to bite him!
In his eyes, does she have nothing else to do except get in and out of water? ! Can't she have a little, a little, a girl's mind
Bai Youwei is too manic-depressed.
She twisted her whole body in his arms.
Shen Mo smiled and sighed, wrapping one hand around her waist, while the other helped her lift the hair that was being held down by her body, and coaxed her: "hurry up and sleep, don't think about it."
"But I can't sleep." She turned over and faced him, "You said, why did Yan Qingwen and Lu Ang want to enter the No. 21 game? Do they want to be like you? A savior?"
"It's endless, isn't it?" Shen Mo squeezed her chin and pressed it gently, "When am I going to be the savior of the world?"
Bai Youwei pouted, "The evaluation team didn't come out alone, you ran out to save people into the game, isn't this a savior?"
"It's not called a savior, it's called doing your best." Shen Mo let go of her, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "Only if you do your best, you won't regret it in the future."
Bai Youwei listened and snorted, obviously unhappy, but didn't say anything.
After a moment of silence, she asked again: "You haven't answered me yet, why did Yan Qingwen and the others enter the No. 21 game?"
Shen Mo thought for a while, "... Chu Huaijin was there when I met them, maybe they have reached some kind of agreement with the organization, for example, if you clear Game 21, you can get a certain item and other conditions. ."
Bai Youwei was thoughtful.
If there is some kind of deal, or condition, that makes sense.
After all, this is in line with Yan Qingwen's style of doing things.
Although this person has been selfless and fearless before, it is obvious that running a security company after retiring has a greater impact on him. Bai Youwei can't help but wonder if he has almost gone bankrupt several times, so he has developed such a businessman's temperament - eat everything, Only refuse to suffer.
Shen Mo urged her in a low voice, "Go to sleep..."
"Should we also talk to Chu Huaijin about the conditions?" Bai Youwei was full of energy when talking about this, "It's impossible to let Yan Qingwen take all the benefits."
Shen Mo was helpless, "Didn't you agree before that Professor Song gave him the 8 puzzle pieces for free, what else do you want? Besides... Now there are not enough people, we may not be able to enter."
Bai Youwei thought for a while and closed her eyes in his arms: "Anyway... I'll know what will happen tomorrow."
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