Angel Yan opened the car door, first put his fair-skinned and slender left leg into the car, then slowly moved his body into the seat by holding on to the seat, and finally gently lifted his right leg to move in.

"Smack!"

Angel Yan closed the car door, his slender legs stretched out together, white, moist and straight, and An Lan felt extremely restless in his heart just by looking at it.

He doesn't have emotions, but he still has desires.

"Smack!"

Angel Yan patted the big white legs, leaned his body to An Lan's side, and teased An Lan who was starting the car with a charming face: "Are my legs good-looking?" ”

"General."

An Lan pressed the one-button start button and said calmly: "I will play with this leg for a year at most." ”

"Hehe, Leg Playing Year, "Fate Stay Night"?"

Angel Yan giggled, and the flowers trembled, quite satisfied with An Lan's answer, and picked out a little fly in the ointment.

I like this phrase, but it doesn't quite apply it to me. The high-ranking angels are all three generations of gods, and their lifespans are endless, as long as there are no accidents, they can live until the destruction of the universe.

The stalk of leg play is very suitable for ordinary people, but it is inappropriate for angels. I don't want my lover to lose sexual interest in my body in just one year. ”

Angel Yan said and shook his thigh again, on the premise of not violating public order and good customs, Angel has always been happy to show his beauty.

"Then play for a year."

An Lan paused and added: "I won't be able to bear it for too long at a time, you have to be considerate of my physical condition." ”

The two drove each other to show respect, and the harmony was like a pair of lovers who had been in love for many years.

However, the two have only known each other for a few hours, and one has no other feelings for the other except **, such as liking and loving, and the other only has the most basic good feelings for the former.

This is the battle between the old driver and the old Si Ji!

"That's pretty much it."

Angel Yan smiled with satisfaction, shook his legs again, and spat out a breath of hot air towards An Lan, and said bewildermently: "Do you want to play, just now."

If you say yes, I'll stretch your leg over for you right now, it's the promise of the angels. ”

"Huh."

An Lan sneered unmoved, and said disdainfully: "Before the angels, you were first and foremost a beautiful woman.

Zhang Wuji's mother told him that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she can deceive. When Zhang Wuji didn't understand this truth, I already understood. ”

"It's so sweet with a small mouth."

Angel Yan giggled again, as if he was moved by the words "beautiful" and "beautiful" spoken by An Lan, but in fact he didn't have it at all.

If An Lan has feelings, then he uses these two words to describe Angel Yan, who will really be very happy. But Angel Yan knew that An Lan didn't.

His praise and praise are not sincere, but like artificial intelligence and AI, I feel that this is the time to say this, so I said it.

She's not really happy.

She is happy just because, she knows that if she is happy, An Lan will also feel happy, and there is such a thing as emotions An Lan still has.

It sounds humble and licks a dog, and does everything possible to play the role that the other person likes, and find the topic that the other person likes to make each other happy.

But Angel Yan liked the feeling, at least she never lost anything, the higher angels have eternal life, and it doesn't hurt to try something challenging once in a while.

At least it's much more interesting than teasing those young people who take the bait as soon as they seduce.

"Buzz Buzz ......"

There was a low roar from the engine, and the vehicle had started.

Angel Yan suddenly turned his head to look around, checked the details in the car, and sniffed a few times from time to time, as if he was sitting in his boyfriend's car and wanted to check if his boyfriend had a fishy girlfriend.

"What are you doing again?"

An Lan held the steering wheel with his left hand and turned his head to question, he really didn't understand Angel Yan's operation.

"Don't you see that?"

Angel Yan rolled his eyes, looked at An Lan with burning eyes, and said solemnly: "I'm checking whether there are other women's hair and other women's perfume smells in the car."

Want to see if you've ever had another woman sit in the passenger seat of this car. ”

An Lan was slightly speechless.

Lowering the window of the driver's seat, An Lan lit another cigarette for himself, and said with a cloud of mist: "According to my understanding of the three generations of gods, you with the blessing of supercomputer computing power, should be able to easily access all the information of Blue Star."

The French criminologist Edmond Roca once said that everything that walks through must leave a trace.

I've been in the last twenty years or so, and I've come into contact with anyone who says something that leaves a trail on the dark matter plane, and you can easily access this information.

I used this car to pull Qi Lin and pull Mengmeng, you should have known about this for a long time. You should know every detail of this car, every atomic-level construction.

I don't understand why you're doing this. ”

Isn't it superfluous to check what you already know with low-level means?

"Hmph, I'm not happy anymore." Angel Yan pursed his mouth, pretending to be a faintly angry girlfriend, I want to cry and I want you to coax me to become happy.

“why？”

Anlan black question mark, even he doesn't know what the hell Angel Yan is doing now, no matter how confused his thinking is, no matter how evil he is, his past and present lives are only in his forties.

The one sitting next to him was an old goblin with seven thousand years of Taoism.

"Of course I know who you've carried in this car, I know who has been in the co-pilot of this car, and I even know the atomic structure of every part of this car.

But if you tell me who you've carried, I'm not happy. ”

Angel Hiko folded his arms around his chest and pouted, as if he was sulking.

"I thought angels wouldn't care about that."

An Lan took a puff of cigarette and had a headache, he felt that Angel Yan was making trouble unreasonably, if the post on the cat pounced was not wrong.

"Of course the angels don't care about that."

The sadness and vague anger on Angel Hiko's face disappeared, replaced by a sincere, beautiful, and charming smile.

The speed of this face change is the same as An Lan's, and not only An Lan knows what acting is.

Angel Yan suddenly turned to An Lan's side, leaned forward and held the steering wheel with his right hand, his head pressed against An Lan's face, keeping a distance of about twenty centimeters, hovering on the boundary between safety and ambiguity.

"The angels just want you to know that the angels care about you."

She said.

There was an indescribable affection in her eyes. Of course, this is also acting, her acting skills have always been very good, and it is impossible to become the first cloud in the galaxy with the support of computing power.

Angel Yan paved the way for a long time, and finally tried to see the dagger.

An Lan suddenly had a myocardial infarction, and his head ached faintly.

This woman is so flirtatious, the first cloud in the galaxy is really not a waste of fame, I underestimated her too much before.

An Lan felt that most of the men in the galaxy should be defeated by this move.

Fortunately, the master opened the lock blood hanging.

I'm like a pigeon killer. I don't have feelings.