Chapter 1425: Miss Slumdog with the Wrong Life 24
"I'm a little scared. After entering the haunted house, can Mr. Sheng protect me?"
To treat a man who is hard-hearted and incomprehensible, pretending to be weak is the best way to shorten the distance between the two.
"There's no need to be afraid. This is a scientific world. Besides, everything here is what you imagined."
Sheng Junhao calmly looked at the exit of the dark haunted house, the gloomy cold wind rushed towards him in waves, and the sound of crying and howling from the house gave people goosebumps.
He didn't quite understand why Shu Ange was clearly afraid of supernatural things and dragged him into the haunted house.
Probably, this is the same mentality as those who cover their eyes in fear while watching horror movies with excitement.
"Okay, with Mr. Sheng here, I'm not so afraid anymore."
Shu Ange clenched his fists and took a deep breath, strode into the haunted house,
Sheng Junhao looked at her slender and soft back, and the corners of his lips unconsciously evoked a small smile, and followed him in.
The dark attic, the criss-crossing spider webs, the broken doll with one eye missing, lying crookedly on the ground.
Old-fashioned electric lights flickered in the hallway, and the room was as cold as a refrigerator.
"Did you hear that? Crying?"
Rumors of crying came from all directions, and the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor stimulated people's eardrums.
In an instant, the light suddenly exploded, and several ghostly white figures appeared around the two of them.
Shu Ange screamed, turned around and threw himself into Sheng Junhao's arms, hugged his waist tightly and said, "Ghosts, there are ghosts!"
Her voice was trembling, and her trembling little appearance looked very pitiful.
In places where Sheng Junhao couldn't see, Shu Ange laughed like a little fox who stole the fish.
The ghosts were lingering, Sheng Junhao was only half a meter away from a female ghost with a pale face dripping blood from the corners of his lips.
The female ghost hung upside down from the ceiling, grinning at him.
Sheng Junhao originally wanted to push Shu Ange away and let her let go of her waist, but after seeing the terrifying female ghost, he changed his mind.
He patted Shu Ange on the back and comforted with stiff limbs: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."
Shu Ange buried his face in Sheng Junhao's chest, grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid."
It's no wonder she's afraid, not even real ghosts, let alone these completely virtual things.
"These are all fake, don't be afraid."
Sheng Junhao frowned slightly, forcing himself to ignore the weird and terrifying female ghost in front of him, as well as other ghosts in the house who lacked arms and legs.
Fake, all fake, he breathed steadily, holding Shu Ange's hand expressionlessly, looking for a way out of the haunted house.
Shu Ange shrank his head like a quail, snuggled intimately in Sheng Junhao's arms, and moved outward little by little.
In order to stay in the haunted house for a while, Shu Ange designed it into a maze.
Sheng Junhao took Shu Ange around for nearly an hour before successfully taking her to the exit.
After seeing the long-lost light, Sheng Junhao breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.
After staying in a dark and terrifying environment for more than an hour, the most unbearable thing for him was not the hideous-looking ghosts.
"We're out now, don't be afraid."
After leaving the haunted house, Shu Ange still clutched Sheng Junhao's shirt tightly and buried his head in his arms like an ostrich.
"Did you come out?"
Shu Ange raised his head slightly and looked at Sheng Junhao with frightened eyes like a deer.
Her eyes were wet, her cheeks were slightly red, a few strands of hair were scattered on her shoulders, and she was very cute when she bit her cherry lips.
Sheng Junhao took a step back and nodded the gentleman: "Yes, we have come out. You seem to be afraid of ghosts?"
Shu Ange hummed in embarrassment, and crossed his fingers together and said in a wistful tone: "When I was a child, my parents were very strict with me. Once, my younger brother, who was two years younger than me, fell while playing. My parents beat me hard, Locked me up in a dark basement all day."
Recalling the past, Shu Ange's bright eyes became clouded.
"Don't be afraid, you are grown up now, not the little girl locked in the basement."
Sheng Junhao had a certain understanding of her background before working with Shu Ange.
Her family background is not very good. Her parents prefer sons to daughters. She graduated from an ordinary college in China and spends all her spare time in college on work-study programs.
If Sheng Junhao's life is boring only with work, then for a long time, Shu Ange's life is boring only with the word survival.
She never mentioned her family, and Sheng Junhao had no intention of spying on others' privacy.
Maybe her past was more bitter than he imagined.
"Yes, it's all over. With Mr. Sheng here, the haunted house is not scary at all."
Shu Ange suddenly reached out and held Sheng Junhao's hand. He looked at her sparkling eyes and couldn't bear to pull his hand out of her soft palm.
"When I was young, every time I was corporally punished, I always hoped that there would be a prince who would ride a white horse and carry a sword and save me. When I grew up, I realized that fairy tales are always just fairy tales. Thank you, Mr. Sheng, for letting me experience happiness like a fairy tale."
Are you happy?
"The target character's favorability is +10, and the current favorability is 60."
Eyes facing each other, Shu Ange's innocent and bright smile took root in Sheng Junhao's heart.
She let go of his hand and asked with a smile, "Mr. Sheng, would you like to give me a hug?"
After Sheng Junhao was silent for a moment, he stretched out his arms, put her in his arms, and gave her a very polite hug.
Shu Ange put his hands around Sheng Junhao's waist and buried his face in his chest again: "I'm very happy, thank you."
Sheng Junhao's hand was hanging in the air, trying to appease her, when his fingertips touched her warm back, he retracted it like an electric shock.
No, he shouldn't be.
"Let's go ride the merry-go-round together?"
Shu Ange let go of Sheng Junhao's hand and took a step back. After turning around, a beautiful magic wand appeared in his hand.
"Carousel, Trojan, Trojan, you who have been catching the Trojan, do you want to spin together, spin"
Shu Ange hummed a tune improvisationally and happily ran towards the merry-go-round.
Sheng Junhao followed behind her, a special feeling filled his chest.
He unconsciously chased her back, and her smile was like a beam of sunlight, illuminating the whole world.
This feeling is too unfamiliar, making Sheng Junhao a little at a loss.
After a crazy day at the playground, Shu Ange and Sheng Junhao sat in a coffee shop with exquisite decoration.
"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you Mr. Sheng for taking time out of his busy schedule to accompany me to debug the virtual helmet. I think everyone will like this product, what do you think?"
"I think so too."
Sheng Junhao's tone is calm, but his heart is not at all calm. The virtual helmet is definitely a cross-generational product.
He believes that this product will make Deep Blue Starlight a legend in the history of science and technology.