Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 77, The Angel Who Doesn't Smile
"Look at the mountains and rivers I laid down for you, entrusting my full love, do you feel it?"

She only felt the urge to hit someone in her heart, Lin Anluo hung up the phone expressionlessly, not even wanting to say goodbye.

Time flew by, and soon it was time for the winter vacation. On the day of the vacation, Sima Lang picked her up from school and brought her back to her home. Lin Anluo held the age ranking list secretly torn from the school bulletin board in front of Sima Lang proudly. Akira, pointing to his name to show him.

"Look, who is grade No. 4?"

Sima Ling rubbed his chin, half-closed his eyes, "Who is this Xia Ying?"

"It's me, your little ancestor." Lin Anluo put the ranking list on the table, spread her hands, and placed it in front of Sima Lan, "Do you still remember the reward you promised me?"

She became more and more presumptuous in front of Sima Lan, and the persona of a cold girl disappeared like a wild horse running wild.

Sima Lan hugged the person over and placed him on his lap, with his hands lingering on his favorite waist. His sexy tone was lowered and he spoke with the ultimate temptation, "What do you want?"

Lin Anluo ignored the evil hands on her body, and stared seriously at his eyes. His eyes were pure dark ink without any impurities, and they were easily sucked in when they looked at each other.

"I want—" she dragged out, "Uncle sing me a song."

The tear mole trembled in front of her eyes, and Lin Anluo felt Sima Lang's body stiffen for a moment, then Sima Lang turned her head, looked at her phone, and changed the subject calmly, "What time is it, should it be time for lunch?"

"Oh, shameless." Lin Anluo held his face in both hands, forcing him to turn his head to face her. The puppy's eyes drooped, and he acted pitifully, "Sing, you have a very nice voice, and you must sing well too."

The girl acted like a baby, which was rare in a century, and Sima Lan immediately surrendered, "Can you sing a cappella?"

Lin Anluo smiled happily and nodded vigorously, "Just sing your best song."

She saw Sima Ling put away all the frivolity in her body, with a serious and serious expression, as if she was about to face some huge challenge, Lin Anluo couldn't help but also began to look forward to it, opened her eyes wide and pricked up her ears, waiting for her uncle's singing.

Sima Lan opened her mouth, her voice was still deep and gorgeous, "Little rabbit, be good!"

Okay, four of the five words are out of tune, Lin Anluo's expectant eyes gradually changed, she frowned slightly, her face was full of "you seem to be teasing me".

But she didn't protest until Sima Lan had finished singing, "Be more serious!"

Sima Lan said helplessly, "I'm really serious. I never sang, only the nursery rhymes I barely learned when I helped raise Xiao Han, who was over one year old, but he would cry when I sang, or you can change the reward."

Let alone the baby, she wanted to cry when she heard it.

It turns out that the omnipotent uncle also has things he can't do well. She discovered the secret that Sima Ling is a sound idiot. I won the first place in the school, and you will give me another reward."

"Okay." Sima Lan agreed without hesitation, his eyes filled with love as deep as the sea.

six months later.

——"I think that promises and wishes are connected together. When a promise is spoken from a person's mouth, it becomes a wish of the listener. The listener hangs this wish on the tree in his heart. Looking up, looking at it every day, taking it out and touching it from time to time, testing whether it is still alive, he waited quietly, waiting for the day when his wish would bear fruit. However, most of the fruits fell in the wind and sand of time into the soil. But I still hope that they will turn into seeds and take root again."

In the college entrance examination room of No. [-] Middle School, during the last Chinese language test, the girl finished writing her essay and quietly stared at the last paragraph written by herself.

She digressed.

Lin Anluo knew that the topic of the essay was a promise, and the author of the question asked candidates to write down their most memorable promise. It should be a narrative essay. She wrote it into an argumentative essay, but Lin Anluo didn't want to change it. She didn't want to write down her most memorable promise. .

[System]: Enough points, this off-topic composition is enough for you to be the top scorer even if you only have paper points.

Lin Anluo was not very happy after listening to it, and her heart was calm. She put down the pen and propped her cheek in a daze.

[System]: It's been half a year, don't you really want to know where your uncle is?
Before last year, Lin Anluo also confessed her relationship with Sima Lan to Ms. Chen Yuqin. Grandma's reaction was very calm, saying that she had already seen the signs, and she could guess whether she was honest or not.

During the Chinese New Year, Grandpa Sima invited them to Sima's house for a New Year's Eve dinner. Chen Yuqin was very restrained at first, and Grandma Sima dragged her in-laws and kept calling. Later, Ms. Chen Yuqin also saw a smile on her face.

They went to Sima's house first, and when Sima Lang came home, he had finished his dinner. When Grandpa Sima saw his youngest son, he snorted coldly, "Hmph, aren't you going home for the New Year?"

Sima Ling walked up to Lin Anluo who was obediently peeling oranges for her elders with long legs, and took the knife and oranges from her hand, "You have kidnapped my wife, can I not follow?"

He behaved very calmly in front of the parents of both parties. Lin Anluo felt warm in her heart, and looked at him with affectionate eyes. After Sima Lang finished peeling the oranges and handed them to Chen Yuqin, she turned her head and bumped into the sweet eyes of the little girl. She couldn't help but look at her. Touched his face.

Sima Han originally wanted oranges, but when he saw this, he silently withdrew his hand and swallowed the bitter dog food.

"Uncle, have you eaten yet? I'll ask the kitchen to cook some more dishes?" Sima Han's mother asked enthusiastically.

Sima Lan shook his head, "Don't bother, we'll set off the fireworks later, Xiaohan!"

Sima Han's eyes lit up, and he jumped up, "Here! Uncle! Fire Machine No. [-] is on standby."

"Let's go!" Sima Lan, like an older childish commander, walked out with Sima Han. Lin Anluo stood up and followed behind. The cousin hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "Uncle, can I go?"

She felt that her uncle didn't like her, and she was a girl, so she had to be quiet and reserved. She never got involved in this matter before. After the New Year's Eve dinner, the uncle and nephew would go to a remote field to set off fireworks until late. go home.But looking at Lin Anluo who was following her this time, cousin Sima Jia couldn't help feeling a great deal of envy in her heart. She was clearly the little girl in the family, so she should also enjoy the love and affection from her uncle.

In fact, she also really wanted to set off fireworks, and also wanted to be my uncle's little follower.

Sima Ling didn't speak, the cousin's eyes dimmed, but she saw that he stretched out his hand with his back to her, the finger bone was long and slender, and his wrist waved in a gesture.

The cousin immediately threw the tablet in her hand to the sofa, trotted to catch up, and the hem of the scarf flew in the air, showing the joy of the owner.

(End of this chapter)