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"Really? It seems that the source of my life still has a principle similar to photosynthesis." Weston looked up at the sunset outside the car window.

When he was "resurrected" outside the RE restaurant for the first time, he also had that feeling of abundance, but he didn't feel it anymore these days.This may be because his physique is not the same as that of Madosuki, but to study these specific and detailed issues, it is estimated that he will have to go back to No. 307 and go to the laboratory in the [-]th district for a test with Madosuki's blood.

"My blood has already been taken to CCG's research institute. If it is a benign RC cell, it may be possible that the Quinkers plan will undergo transformation." Mado Akatsuki said.

"Why do you tell me these things that have nothing to do with me?" Weston said, spreading his hands.

Such a result is a matter of course. The fact that this woman came back alive must have cleared the suspicion, and the clearing of the suspicion must be due to the discovery of his genes.

"Aren't you angry? I gave away the results of your experiments with Aiga so easily." Akatsuki Mado said awkwardly, like a woman who feels ashamed after stealing the results of her husband and daughter.

"That's out of the question." Weston waved his hand and said, "Honestly speaking, it would be nice to have someone help us study different groups of people. To be honest, Aige has a powerful brain, but I can't provide him with enough experimental materials. You CCG can take advantage of this."

Mado Akira was still a little bit guilty at first, but when he heard his words, he immediately swept away his words, and said through gritted teeth: "Wait a minute, you two won't regard my body as an experimental process, will you?"

"Of course. Aige and I are very curious about the effect of injecting my genes into your body." Weston said of course.

"You manipulative bastard—!" Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Mado Akatsuki punched him in the chest.

Weston immediately responded with a blow, hitting her soft fat: "You shameless woman!"

"You still resist!? Shameless."

In the narrow car, there was a scuffle in the next second, and the car collided on both sides of the crooked road, scaring the passing drivers to avoid them and change lanes.

Not surprisingly, after 3 minutes, they rushed down a steep slope, hanging high on the edge of a steep cliff.

The fighting stopped.

"Have you calmed down?"

Mado Akatsuki, who was wearing a safety regiment, bumped his forehead against the front steering wheel, and there was a small red spot on his forehead, which was reflected by the setting sun and disappeared quickly.

Her face was also red like the setting sun, I don't know if it was the excitement after the racing or simply the reflection of the sun.

How tempting... Weston thought.

"Calm..." Akatsuki Mado murmured, looking at the car that emitted a plume of black smoke because he hadn't paid the final payment.

She clenched her fist tightly and hit Weston's chest again, trembling with anger: "Do you bastard know how much my salary will cost to fix the car?"

She took off her seat belt, climbed onto the co-pilot and sat on top of Weston, strangling him tightly by the neck.

"Hey, this is too much."

"Excessive? Do you know how much it takes to pay? You usually use the money from your favorite songs to spend. If you don't do business, if you really want to open a harem, at least learn how to earn money to support me..." Finger Use a little force.She's going to explode.

Or, just strangle him like this.

"It's just money, just ask others for charity. What is worth working hard in such a world? You, a woman, are also corrupted by money." Weston touched her face and smiled: "Better Speaking of this, shouldn't it be time for you to fulfill your previous promise? The atmosphere is very good now."

He was referring to the pose of the two.

"..." Mado Akira's eyes widened, and his body felt his hand move slowly from below.

One button was undone, two buttons were undone... The black lace bounced out and reflected in front of Weston.

With a gloomy face, Mado Akatsuki watched him take off his clothes with a blank expression, and lowered his voice: "You just idle around thinking about this every day, right? Well, you don't have to do anything well."

"?"

She pushed back the co-pilot's seat, put Weston in a reclined position, and rode herself on top of him while peeling off his trousers with both hands.

Pull up the professional skirt, gently pull the underwear to the side, and sit down...

puff!

"Hiss~!" The pain made Weston gasp, and his body twitched.

An unprepared opening can only lead to pain.

"I fulfill your wish, to the point that you no longer need to think about such things..."

Chapter 140 IX "The General's War Has Never Been Lost"

Nine o'clock at night.

Ding Dong!

At the door of the apartment, two men and women who had walked back from the suburbs rang the doorbell with tired faces.

Akatsuki Mado carried the briefcase, and gave the people around him a hard look with a charming look.

The door of the apartment was opened, revealing the young figure of No. 307.She came out wearing a goblin-patterned cartoon T-shirt, looking at her father's tired face.

Mado Akira asked, "Where's Dad?"

"Grandpa is out."

"Really?" Mado Akira felt a lot more relaxed, and then took Wes to the apartment: "Don't try to escape today."

While speaking, she had already pulled Weston in and threw him on the sofa.He also took off his high heels, threw the documents on the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa on the other side without a lady.

I'm exhausted... Mado Akatsuki thought to himself.At the same time, she did not forget to look to the other side. Her behavior today was considered bold, but this was the first time in three years that she had taken the initiative.Once again combined, the positions of both parties brought about by this new physique are finally not unilaterally her begging for mercy, but the other side.

This feeling is also very pleasant!

"Didn't mother come back with Quink Steel?" No. 307 squatted by the coffee table and flipped through the briefcase, asking questions when he couldn't find what he needed.