Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 44, The Angel Who Doesn't Smile
Lin Anluo once again felt that the eardrums were electrified inappropriately, and the hairs all over her body stood on end because of the sound.

She raised her head, and Sima Ling's face came into her eyes. There was a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes glanced coldly at the boy who was approaching her.

Is this man really Superman?How can it happen so timely every time?
After seeing Sima Ling, Lin Anluo's rapid heartbeat hadn't slowed down under the narrow escape, but her body was no longer tense like an arrow ready to go, and after gradually relaxing, she was still a little limp.

She indulged herself in Sima Lan's arms, he was much taller than her, Lin Anluo was like a big doll in his arms.

One of the male high school students blocked Xia Ying at the door of her house last time. He recognized this strange man at a glance with his outstanding appearance and amazingly high martial arts. He hesitated for a while and did not forcefully go up to snatch her. He yelled like he was negotiating, "She hurt our Brother Jie with a wine bottle. Hand her over quickly, or we'll call security."

Sima Lan glanced at him, but ignored him.He took out his mobile phone and made a call. The tone of the call was completely different from when he spoke to Lin Anluo. He was cold and domineering, "Zhou Da, bring someone here, and clean up the place."

Lin Anluo asked the system: Who is Zhou Da?
[System]: Friendly Da Ge.

Lin Anluo was surprised: Who is Sima Lan?

[System]: The leader of the friendly army, the owner of this bar.

This time it was her turn to have her worldview refreshed. It turned out that what Sima Han said, the unscrupulous shop opened by his uncle was referring to this bar!

Lin Anluo screamed in her heart: Why didn't you say it earlier!
[System]: The information I deal with every day is very large and complex, and I can't fully tell which piece of information you need. For example, this piece of information has nothing to do with your plan. If you didn't ask, I didn't say anything.

Fine!

But why did Sima Lan suddenly become the leader of her allies?Was the friendly army sent by him?Why do you want to do this?
[System]: Because Sima Han asked him to help teach Wei Xiujie a lesson, he asked Zhou Da to approach him and lure him into the night so that he could do things on his own territory.

Sima Han?He had no grievances with Wei Xiujie, the reason why he asked his uncle to help must be to help her.Lin Anluo was so moved that she couldn't speak, the flowers of the motherland are so good, she didn't know how to repay him.

Sima Lan turned her around and turned on the lights in the VIP room. There was a wall of LCD screens inside. On the screen was the surveillance of the entire bar, and the expressions on everyone's faces could be clearly seen.

In other words, from drinking at the bar, to approaching Wei Xiujie deliberately, to smashing a bottle of Wei Xiujie's wine, and running to his door like a cat chasing a mouse, the series of actions were like a movie, and Sima Lang watched from the beginning. I saw clearly at the end.

Lin Anluo seemed to hear the sound of something breaking, and she confirmed that it was right, it should be her cool little angel character.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very high, and Lin Anluo, who was dressed simply, felt cold all over her body, except for the hot palm on her waist, which seemed to be on fire, which could not be ignored.

She was about to break free from his arms, when Sima Ling sat down on the sofa, took her hand and pushed her towards him, pulling her back two steps, and sat directly on his lap.

Lin Anluo seemed to be sitting on a peg board and bounced up, and then was caught back and imprisoned in his arms. Sima Ling's chin rested on the top of her head, as if holding a large doll, "Why are you running? Look at the big devil for you!" Do justice."

"Uncle, can we change our positions?" Lin Anluo whispered.

They were too close, the distance was ambiguous and dangerous, and she couldn't tell whether his attitude towards her was frivolous or loving.

Sima Ling laughed softly for a while, Lin Anluo could feel the vibration of her chest when she laughed, and rubbed his fingers on her waist twice, she straightened her back and struggled, her voice trembling, "You You can't play hooligans with me."

"But I'm a hooligan." Sima Lan said innocently, "It's the first time I touched a girl's waist, and I didn't expect it to be so slippery."

This person must have become obsessed with lust. For the first time, who would believe him!Lin Anluo stepped on his instep hard, turned around and stared at him fiercely, "Don't force me to knock the wine bottle on your head too."

Sima Ling let go of both hands and put them above his head in a gesture of surrender, "Forgive me, Xia Ying! But Xia Ying, do you know how dangerous you are now?"

After his tone became serious, his aura also changed, from the lazy and easy-going uncle next door to the emperor in the dark in an instant, Sima Lan's tone was slightly lowered, and he said coldly, "This is a bar, not a kid playing bar." A playground for slapstick, some people here have things that pull you into darkness, some will take you away as prey, and others will chase you like them, who will give you You have the courage to break into a place where you shouldn't be?"

Lin Anluo stood in front of him, looked at him blankly, then pressed her lips together and lowered her head, and said softly, "I know, but I can't help it."

She thought Sima Lan would continue to reprimand her, but her peaked cap was taken off. The emperor, who was fierce just now, helped her straighten her hair, and his voice softened, "You are just a 17-year-old girl. You don’t have to be alone when you’re struggling. You can reach out for help, whether it’s your family, your friends, or society.”

"If you ask for help, can you be redeemed?" Lin Anluo lowered her eyes and stared at a button on his shirt at his waist. Her back was still stubborn and proudly straight, showing that her petite body contained a powerful and unyielding soul. .

She knows this truth better than the original Xia Ying. In Lin Anluo's habit, she always felt that asking others for help is a very passive, slow-acting behavior, and it will cause trouble for others, so she is used to everything by herself. to solve.

She was just an ordinary girl without any special abilities. She clearly planned to create the illusion of Wei Xiujie committing a crime when she was alone with him, and then let the law punish this devil, but she almost got herself into trouble again.

Sima Lan took a thin blanket from the side and covered her body, bent down to look at her, his eyes were brighter than diamonds, "It was Xiaohan who asked me for help before, but now I ask you, do you need it?" Need me to help you?"

The blanket was soft and warm, and Lin Anluo was covered under it, biting her lip and thinking, if she wanted it, Sima Ling would help her?

"Why?" She looked at him and asked, her face was full of stubbornness, "We are neither relatives nor relatives, there is no help in the world that does not ask for anything in return, how do you think I will repay you?"

Sima Ling looked at her for a while, lazily pursed his lips, "Why not, I do a good deed every day, can't I accumulate virtue for the next life?"

A gangster said that he wanted to do good deeds every day. Whoever heard this sentence would not find it absurd.

But Lin Anluo didn't want to worry about how true this sentence was. There was a shortcut for revenge in front of her. Of course she nodded, "Yes, thank you little uncle!"

"You're welcome, my name is Red Scarf." Sima Ling was serious and started running the train again after a while.

Lin Anluo couldn't help but show a pair of eyes from the edge of the blanket, and began to test Sima Lang's bottom line, "Little uncle, can I take off my shoes and get on the sofa?"

The society girl's shoes are too hard, and her delicate heels are worn out when she runs.

"up to you."

Lin Anluo hurriedly took off her shoes and socks to see that her heel was indeed torn. Frowning, she took a few tissues from the tea table in front of the sofa, and temporarily pressed them on her rear ankle to stop the bleeding.

There was a knock on the door of the VIP room, Sima Lan turned off the monitor on the wall, and said flatly, "Come in."

He was leaning on the sofa, with his hands on the back of the sofa, his long legs spread apart, and the whole sofa seemed to be his domain, sitting in an extremely domineering and casual posture.Lin Anluo was wrapped in a blanket and huddled in the small corner on his left, like a little pet cat raised by the emperor.

(End of this chapter)