Chapter 651

In the end, Song Ye had no choice but to carry Ning Zhao on his back, with Ning Zhao casually resting his chin on Song Ye's shoulder. Just as they stepped into the elevator, Song Ye couldn't stand it anymore and complained, "Mr. Fisher, is your chin sharp enough to stab someone? It hurts too much!" So, Ning Zhao simply rested his cheek directly on Song Ye's shoulder, "If I could hold my head up myself, would I need you to carry me?" He was so close that his lips would occasionally brush against Song Ye's neck, making Song Ye's earlobes blush a little. Feng Jiacheng, leaning against the elevator wall, couldn't help but laugh. Song Ye irritably retorted, "What are you laughing at? It might be your turn to carry him next." Feng Jiacheng was still laughing, "I'll carry him if I have to." When they reached the ground floor, Song Ye went to get the car, and Feng Jiacheng picked up Ning Zhao in his arms. He subconsciously asked, "When you were following our captain in F continent, did you als