Chapter 89 New happiness

A barbecue stall on the streets of Golmud City.

An Lan was sitting on the same food stall chair as Virgil. The table in front of him was filled with grilled skewers and peanut edamame, and the ground at his feet was full of cigarette butts.

It had been more than a week since he left the Super Theological Seminary. An Lan rode his motorcycle all the way west and finally reached the no-man's land of Hoh Xil.

Along the way, I climbed countless mountains and enjoyed countless scenery.

But instead of getting better, An Lan's restless mood got even worse after leaving Super Theological Seminary. Now An Lan is like a dynamite barrel that may explode at any time.

An Lan, who was playing with his skewers, suddenly squinted his eyes and heard the sound of "ta, da" footsteps coming from behind. It was the sound of high heels.

Judging from the sound quality, it is believed that these are a pair of high-heeled leather boots. From the frequency analysis of the footsteps, the person is about 175cm tall and weighs 110 kilograms.

The goal should be yourself.

Sure enough, in the next moment, a slender hand was placed on An Lan's shoulder.

A look of disgust flashed in An Lan's eyes.

Handsome guys, like beautiful women, are relatively scarce resources. What's more, An Lan's appearance is on the same level as top beauties such as Angel Yan and Qilin.

In the past, when I walked on the street, I would often be approached by talent scouts and bartenders.

When he was in a good mood, An Lan would still respond politely, but now An Lan was in a bad mood and didn't want to waste time on anyone or anything he wasn't interested in.

"roll!"

An Lan cursed subconsciously, then turned his head and looked back.

On top of the black high-heeled leather boots are slender and round legs wrapped in black stockings. If the overall beauty of these legs is not comparable to Angel Yan, it is at least comparable to Qilin's.

His eyes continued to glance upward, and he saw a graceful body wrapped in a black cheongsam under the beige windbreaker.

Why does this outfit look so familiar?

An Lan subconsciously glanced up again, and after confirming the face of the visitor, his pupils narrowed slightly, and the anxiety that had accumulated for more than a week was instantly calmed down a lot.

The person who came was none other than Liang Bing.

Although it was not clear why Liang Bing was looking for him or how he found him, An Lan felt happy without delay.

Fun people are often able to ignore danger in order to have fun. What's more, An Lan has left some genetic genes in Qiangwei and Rui Mengmeng respectively.

Even if this body is shattered to pieces without a single atom left, it can still be reborn using the genes in Rose and Rui Mengmeng's body.

Disgust, surprise, amusement, desire, in just a short moment, the emotions in An Lan's eyes changed four times.

Liang Bing saw all the changes in An Lan's eyes and felt quite proud. As a devil and a former angel, Liang Bing was very good at observing and provoking the emotions of others.

The Queen must have been shocked by my beauty, that's good.

Yan, I want the little boy you like to bow down under my pomegranate skirt!

"Handsome guy, it looks like you're not in a good mood."

Liang Bing smiled charmingly, her eyebrows were really green and her eyes were cut with autumn water, and there were countless kinds of charm in her eyebrows.

Liang Bing raised his hand on An Lan's shoulder, gently caressed An Lan's cheek, and teased: "What's the point of drinking alone.

Do you mind buying me a drink, sister?"

An Lan was a little confused. He looked at Liang Bing and then at the peanut and edamame mutton skewers on the table, which were still pulsing. I thought this was not a bar...

An Lan was silent for a long time before sighing: "I've seen many bartenders and barmaids.

This is the first time I’ve seen someone selling alcohol in a place like this.”

Liang Bing was slightly startled, instinctively feeling that there was something wrong with the lines Heifeng arranged for her.

Heifeng is the master of the Demon Legion, and his specialty is making plans and writing scripts. Although the inspiration for this operation came from Liang Bing, many of the lines were designed by Heifeng.

Liang Bing connected to the communication channel at the spiritual level and asked: "Heifeng, where did you get the inspiration for the lines you designed for me?"

"From those bartenders, bartenders, and skilled women."

Black Wind was afraid that Morgana wouldn't understand, so he explained in detail: "They are those female freelance workers who use their beauty and body to transfer other people's money to their own wallets."

“Fuck, in your eyes, is this the kind of person I am, the Queen?

I will skin you when you get back!"

After Liang Bing cursed loudly, he still swallowed his breath, smiled slightly, pulled a plastic chair and sat across from An Lan, and said with a smile: "Sister, I will take it as your promise."

The script has been written and the stage has been set up. Liang Bing is like an old general who has made a cameo on the spot. He has to bite the bullet and carry on with the play.

An Lan sighed and said with a smile: "I have always been polite and insensitive to people like wine stewards and bartenders.

I have always relied on my face and this mouth to make a living. Spending money to buy false happiness is an insult to my face.

But except for today, your beauty is enough for me to break my principles. If I were in another place, I would even be willing to open a bottle of 1996 Chateau Latour dry red for you.

It's a pity that here, I can only open a bottle of 14-year-old Pulse for you."

Latour is one of the top five famous wineries in France. The 1996 Latour, like the 1982 and 1961 Latour, was rated as a perfect red wine.

"Sister, I am not a bartender."

Liang Bing defended himself, picked up a bottle of Pulse on the table, unscrewed the cap, took two sips, licked his lips and commented: "It tastes pretty good."

It seems that the drinks on Earth are no worse than those on Kunsa.

"Wow~"

An Lan raised her eyebrows and asked tentatively: "It's not a bartender, are you... a skilled woman?"

"Grass!"

Liang Bing slapped the table angrily and said angrily: "Does a beautiful, fashionable and charming beauty like me have to be a skilled woman?

Sister, I can only be regarded as... a senior female publicist at best."

After searching for a long time, Liang Bing searched the database for a word that was more suitable for his identity.

"Is there any difference?" An Lan asked.

"The difference is huge!"

Liang Bingbing laughed, her expression suddenly became charming again, and hinted: "Skilled women are short of money, but senior female public relations are not so short of money.

If you chat with me and make me feel comfortable serving my sister, I can give you some money."

"That's a good feeling." An Lan nodded slightly.

"Come on, let's go." Liang Bing raised the pulse in his hand.

"An Lan."

An Lan also picked up the pulsating bottle and clinked it with the cold ice, then raised his head and drank the remaining half of the bottle in one gulp.

"Cold ice."

Liang Bing also said his name, imitating An Lan and raising his head to drink the bottle of Pulse in one gulp.

It's just that the bottle in Liang Bing's hand had just been opened and was still very full. As soon as he lifted the bottle, the drink poured out from the mouth of the bottle and flowed onto Liang Bing's face and flowed in along Liang Bing's nostrils.

"Pfft...ahem..."

Liang Bing was choked for a moment, his face turned red, his ears turned red, and he coughed twice, because his lips left the mouth of the bottle, and more pulses flowed out of the bottle.

How can I, the queen, show weakness when the other person drinks it all in one go?

Liang Bing, who didn't want to lose to An Lan in terms of momentum, could only endure the discomfort in his nasal cavity, tried his best to open his lips, take the entire pulsating bottle mouth into his mouth, and drank the bottle of drink in one breath.

An Lan glanced at Liang Bing's lips, and then stared at the mouth of the pulsating bottle in his hand.

At that moment, Jack knew he had to marry Jenny.

"Gurgling..."

After more than ten seconds, Liang Bing finally finished drinking the pulse, then lowered his head and held the empty bottle upside down, indicating that not a drop was left, and then wiped the water stains on his face with the back of his hand.

"A huge amount."

An Lan gave a thumbs up sincerely in admiration.

This is really a huge amount. There are many people who can drink a bottle of beer in one go, but there are very few people who can drink a bottle of beverage.

"Snapped!"

Liang Bing raised his chin slightly, smashed the empty bottle on the table, and looked at the table again to find that there was no extra drink.

Then he waved his hand and said boldly: "Boss, just this drink, and another box."

The owner of the barbecue stall who was resting in the store looked at An Lan outside the store with a confused look on his face. He really didn't understand how this pair of handsome men and beautiful women could drink the pulse and feel like blowing beer.

Are these two people mentally retarded?

But looking at An Lan and Liang Bing's fashionable clothes, and the motorcycles parked on the roadside are not cheap, these two people should not default on their debts.

"I'm coming."

The boss spoke with a Tubo accent and happily carried a box of pulses to the two of them. He chatted with An Lan for a few words but didn't even look at Liang Bing.
To be continued...