Professor Wei persevered: "If you think about it, people in the entire galaxy will treat you as a hero.

Chu Zheng's heart hehe: "Unhappy."

What is a hero?

Can a good person card think I am a good person?

Professor Wei patted the table angrily, feeling distressed after the shooting, and quickly touched the priceless table.

"Then what dreams do you have, don't say you don't have one, everyone has it!"

Chuzheng propped his chin and looked over to Jinglan.

Jing Lan stared at Professor Wei irritably, already touching a metal strip that he didn't know what to do.

It may be that she noticed Chu Zheng's line of sight, Jing Lan and her line of sight met.

-

Professor Wei was driven away, Jing Lan played with the metal strip, and the slender eyelashes drooped, covering the light in his eyes.

His eyes were out of focus, obviously in a trance.

Jing Lan was thinking about what he saw in Chu Zheng's eyes just now.

He seemed to see her dream in her eyes.

It's him.

Jing Lan himself felt a bit absurd.

But he couldn't help but think about it.

There is a person, will he regard himself as a lifelong dream, go after him, own him...

Jing Lan lay down on the metal platform, completely emptying his mind.

Jing Lan suddenly noticed that his body sank, and his scattered thoughts returned to the cage, his familiar face reflected in his azure blue eyes.

Chu Zheng climbed up at some point, stretched out his hand and pressed down beside him.

The metal door closed slowly with a dull sound.

The light in the entire office changed slowly, and the outside scenery gradually disappeared and turned into a faint soft light.

Like gleaming stars in the starry sky.

"Baby?" Jing Lan was a little confused by Chu Zheng: "What are you doing?"

Chu Zheng leaned over and kissed his lips

What does he want to catch.

But there were only scattered stars and vanity stars around him, and he couldn't catch anything.

Just when he was at a loss, he caught a star.

He heard her voice.

Coming from afar.

She said: "I want to understand my dream."

-

Chuzheng was wearing his shirt and sitting nearby watching him.

Her eyes were always deserted and she couldn't see any ups and downs.

But when she was watching carefully, Jing Lan always felt that she only saw herself in her eyes. It was a kind of concentration and seriousness.

Let his heart beat like thunder.

Jing Lan's ear tips were a little hot, so he sat on the table and took a bottle of wine from the side.

The cold liquid slid down the throat and into the stomach.

But he couldn't suppress the enthusiasm of his body.

Hot like a fire.

No one can do it.

"baby."

"Ok."

"hug me."

Jing Lan interrupted her: "Baby, I just want you to hug me."

"Oh."

Chuzheng stretched out his hand to hug the person into his arms, Jing Lan didn't speak, and slowly drank the wine, the sweet smell of wine flowing in the air.

It seems that you have to quickly find the remaining ingredients, otherwise you can't even kiss them.

Jing Lan put down the wine, hugged Chu Zheng's waist, and buried his whole body in his arms: "Baby, you can transfer, your mental power can do more things, it should not be wasted here."

Professor Wei is right, she has a lot of future.

Different from him...

His life is over.

Once he thought he would have nothing more, but now he can still have her, so he should watch her go higher and farther...

Chuzheng panicked a group: "Don't turn."

Can the transfer be as leisurely as it is now? !

What a joke!

The good guy card didn't keep me!

Does he want to send good people cards to others behind my back!

Jing Lan's voice was a little dull: "Why? Don't you want to learn more? Your future has just begun..."

Chuzheng pondered for a while, and asked coldly: "Do you want me to leave you that way?"

Jing Lan's heart jumped and turned helpless: "I didn't think so, of course I don't want you to leave me."

He also wanted her to stay with him like this.

But he did not ruin her future because of his selfishness.

"Since you don't want to, you should keep me, why are you pushing me out?"

Is the story of the death-to-living and no-going drama on TV made up?

Why don't good people learn! !

Jing Lan felt that if she went on, she didn't know what hat she was going to buckle.

"I haven't, I won't say it." Jing Lan said.

Jing Lan knew that Chuzheng did not rely on herself.

She spends most of her time doing her own work. She doesn't want to leave here. Jing Lan is unexpected and pleasantly surprised.

"Baby, I like you." Jing Lan whispered: "I like you so much."

"Ok."

"Do you like me?"

"like."

Jing Lan seemed to laugh, his voice low and deep: "Then baby still want to learn more about your dreams?"

Chu Zheng looked at him with his eyes open, and nodded solemnly for a long while.

Jing Lan didn't dare to mess around. He had just drunk, and her mental power was too strong, and it was not good for her if it was stained.

Chu Zheng: "..."

-

Professor Wei didn't give up, and kept Chu Zheng all day long talking about the transfer.

Chu Zheng ignored him at all and was busy collecting raw materials for Jinglan, spending the interstellar currency out.

The King has the comfort of an old father.

It seems to get a new skill.

It seems that in the future, good people cards can have an intractable disease, the kind that giants can spend money.

Chu Zheng didn't know that the King was thinking about such a dangerous thing.

Yin Er Shao looked at what Chu Zheng received, and could only give a thumbs up silently: "The local tyrant is the local tyrant."

In the end, Yin Er Shao's money belonged to his Lao Tzu, even if he could spend a lot, he couldn't spend it uncontrollably like Chu Zheng.

"It's just two different." Yin Er Shao said: "Come on! Our Jinglan will be well soon!"

Chuzheng glanced at the second master Yin darkly: "We?"

"Yours, yours." Yin Er Shao rubbed his arms. He is a man, what can he do to him? Why are the local tyrants so stingy!

"I will find it as soon as possible."

Yin Er Shao came down seriously: "Then I am here to prepare for the follow-up, as soon as the raw materials arrive, I can start pharmaceuticals."

Chuzheng thought about it, there was no problem: "Lack of money?"

"...Miss it."

Yin Er Shao looked at the string of zeros on the account, silently weeping, sour into lemon essence.

What kind of baby Jing Lan picked up.