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Angel Yan's statement about tilapia's changeable character is correct, but not entirely accurate.

To be precise, apart from the acting component, his changes are often due to his increased knowledge and an adjustment to his previous cognition.

What you think is right must be right? What you think is wrong must be wrong?

Not really.

Even if it is the same mountain, the scenery you can see is completely different at different heights.

Look up, look down, look down, let alone a mountain, even a grain of dust will make a difference.

Angel Yan's fear is no longer important to him now.

Maybe he would have cared about it in the past, but now... he has seen the scenery from higher places. To him, angels are nothing like ants, and they are just a cute little teddy to death.

The reason why I don't rush to clean up is to buy time for the maid, and also to buy time for myself.

The angel is Teddy, and the ignorant Carl is a Erha, and he is a Erha that can summon a Tibetan Mastiff.

Teddy doesn't matter, Teddy can hurt people, but someone thinks that he can hurt others by holding himself to death, but he can't bite himself to death.

Tibetan Mastiff... is quite fierce, so I can't even say that I'm afraid of it, so I have to be well prepared and recharge my batteries.

According to the original work, Cha Cha, the longer the teddy angel flutters, the later it will take for Erha, who can summon the Tibetan Mastiff, to come out of the cage.

"Ah sneeze!!!"

Rubbing his nose, he raised his hand and took away the strand of black silk hanging from Shao Liwen's face.

"You should learn from Xiaoxue, girls with short hair are just as heroic."

He fell flat on the sofa and rested his head on Shao Liwen's thigh. The victim complained.

"It doesn't matter if you have short hair, but... are you sure?

Please remember, slave, whether it is the star himself or the so-called Si Teng..."

"Pretend I didn't say it." Shao Liwen smiled playfully. Knowing that the other party also found her source, Tilapia waved her hands.

"Shao Liwen is Shao Liwen, whether it's a star or Si Teng, you are more important to me."

"Well, you are the master, and you have the final say." Shao Liwen had seen a certain star who looked exactly like her, and the movie he had filmed. She didn't know why the other party became interested in her, and sometimes she would call her "Sister".

rattan.

But, it doesn't matter.

Maybe I would have reacted in the past, but now... Sister Liwen said hehe.

What rank do you have, and what rank do they have?

"By the way, you love beach shorts so much.

It's late at night and it's at home. It's so comfortable to change into a set of cotton pajamas." His small hands gently pressed his temples, and his eyes unintentionally glanced at the mainly green beach shorts mixed with countless large orange flowers. The domineering female CEO couldn't help but look at them.

This is no longer a simple image that can be described, it has risen to the level of taste.

Although practitioners should not pay too much attention to the enjoyment of extraneous things, but... wearing a pair of beach shorts on the floor every day is really outrageous.

Moreover, not only at home, but also wearing beach pants when going out.

If you hold up multiple tank tops and underwear, it’s pretty fucked up.

"As long as I feel comfortable, I don't care what others think." He raised his leg and kicked hard.

The touch that came back made someone couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and look down.

Then... I saw Xiao Wu's legs curled up even tighter.

The rushing sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the frosted glass door opened, and after washing, Zhu Zhuqing, who had put on a small tank top and shorts, walked into the living room with foam slippers.

Seeing the three masters and servants on the sofa, I consciously turned a corner and walked to one side, staring at the tilapia with big eyes.

If people don't speak, who knows if anything will happen tonight.

"If you want to sleep, if you want to practice, if you want to spend time in the living room, it doesn't matter. Don't worry about me."

When the voice fell, the three people had different reactions.

Shao Liwen, who was originally rubbing his head and using it as a pillow, directly held up the tilapia's head with her hands, casually summoned two sofa cushions to use as pillows, then picked up the tablet on the coffee table and walked away.

Xiao Wu stretched, jumped off the sofa, stuffed her feet into slippers, and yawned before going back to the room.

...Zhu Zhuqing

"Three bedrooms and two living rooms, you two each choose one. I will be the master of the house tonight."

One step is slow, each step is slow.

Zhu Zhuqing, who wanted to go back to rest, was surprised to find that if he went back now, he would have to be woken up for a while.

"Go back. I'm going to the Shanhe Sheji Tu tonight, so don't worry about me."

"oh."

Zhu Zhuqing responded casually, just like a kitten, walking silently and returning to the bedroom quietly.

Tilapia put his hands behind his head, stared blankly at the overhead light for a while, and rubbed his nose.

"Ah Zhui, Ling Long, Tian Shuang, Qing Qing, Sister Leng, Qing Luan..." Chatting with Liu Chuang, he unintentionally came up with a lot of things, especially the conspiracy theories about himself that the hot girl came up with.

It's hard to find me, so I can only find other little angels to play with.

"Ah Zhui passes, Ah Wei's Eighteen Styles are very powerful. After all, she is considered an ex-wife. It is not appropriate for her to be a sparring partner.

Except chasing girls..." The faces of little angels appeared one by one in my mind.

After excluding a few that were slightly different from my own aesthetic, after much deliberation, I finally settled on Angel Qingqing and Angel Qingluan.

"They are both young people, and their names match up well." Just find an excuse, and let someone know where the two of them are in the map of mountains and rivers.

"As expected, I'm still helping out at the experimental base!"

Angels are beautiful, but people have different tastes.

There are more than a dozen angels in the maid group, apart from Ah Zhui, Linglong, Qingqing, and Qingluan are the ones who fit someone's aesthetic best.

Others are beautiful, but there is always something unsatisfactory about their facial contours, body lines, or even hair length.

Leaving aside the others, even Angel Yan, who was known as the most beautiful north of the Milky Way in his previous life, felt that his legs were a little thick for him, not to mention there were many miscellaneous characters who had never shown their faces.

If it's like the previous life, let alone picking and choosing, if any angel girl takes the initiative, even if the appearance is a little lower, someone can be extremely beautiful.

Now!

The conditions are laid out, and I feel qualified to choose the one I like most.

You mean Sister Leng?

Come on, the most impressive thing about her is her temper.

Once conquered, no matter how arrogant and arrogant you act, it will be all in vain if your inner temper is gone.

It just so happens that her cousin thinks that the maid group in the Beauty Concentration Camp is just a middle-aged girl.

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Just like Xu Weixiong, even her former father Xu Xiao didn't think her appearance was comparable to that of Nangong Pushe, who topped the rouge list.

Even until death, I was struggling with whether I wanted Nangong Pushe, who was number one in the rouge list, for Tilapia, or my daughter Jiang Ni, who had a very similar color in the Thirteen Years of Spring and Autumn, and I had to admit my own daughter Xu Weixiong to death.

It doesn't matter if you don't have to choose. People, once they have a choice, they will naturally choose the type they like.

The person disappears into the living room and reappears, already at the map of mountains and rivers.

According to the time of Shanhe Sheji Diagram, Tilapia is subconsciously synchronized with the time of its own location.

It was around ten o'clock in the evening, and the interior of the Shanhe Sheji Tu was no exception.

The moon overhead, which is similar but completely different from the outside world, hangs high in the sky. The entire experimental base is brightly lit, just like daytime.

No matter the open space outside, or various laboratories, or even processing bases, they are not affected by the weather outside.

Countless shadow clones with identical faces were walking around, chatting with themselves from time to time, which looked extremely weird.

He waved to the shadow clone who greeted him, and according to the position he had located, someone's figure disappeared again.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at a room in the residential area of ​​the experimental base.

The walls of the room are covered with snow-white wallpaper, and the floor is a smooth rock floor.

If you look carefully, you will find that it is not the paving, but the house itself is made of rock.

Compared to the simplicity of the walls and floors, the most complicated part of the room is the ceiling.

It is also mainly white, but has irregular wood texture.

Overall it looks like a bachelor apartment, but the area is comparable to that of Tilapia New Apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms.

There are sofas and coffee tables in the center of the huge room, and not far from the widened window, there is an extra long and wide double bed.

Opposite the end of the bed is a wardrobe, which occupies a full wall.

There is a bookshelf on the other side. One side of the bookshelf is against the bathroom wall, and the other side is just sandwiched between the bed and the desk.

Angel Qingqing was leaning on the sofa reading a book when Tilapia appeared, which really startled the little angel.

The hard-cover book clicked on the coffee table, and the little angel quickly stood up.

Before I could say hello, I saw the cheap host stretching out his arm.

The space ripples and the arms disappear.

When he appeared again, he saw the same confused Angel Qingluan.

Angel Qingluan was dripping wet, and there were still many unexploded bubbles hanging on her snow-white skin.

It was obvious that before someone grabbed Destiny's neck, the little angel was enjoying a bubble bath in the bathtub.
Chapter completed!