Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 111 Extreme Temptation
The night was bright and the stars were shining, and in the middle of the night with a breezy breeze, Lan Ling stood dazed by the side of the road, feeling a little nauseous.

She secretly scolded her mother, the original owner did his best to drink so much wine.

Just in time, a car drove up in the distance, and Lan Ling was worrying about not being able to get a taxi, so she waved to that car.

In the cab, Ye Mingchuan sat in the co-pilot with a dignified look.

Si Bingchuan was sitting in the driver's seat, and both of them obviously saw Lan Ling who was staggering and about to fall.

Ye Mingchuan frowned when he saw this figure.

Naturally, Si Bingchuan also noticed the change in the chief, raised his eyebrows, and forgot to glance at Lan Ling with interest.

Seeing that the car was about to pass by, Si Bingchuan gestured to Ye Mingchuan with his eyes: "Chief..."

Ye Mingchuan glanced at Lan Ling who was not far away, and sighed helplessly: "You go and pick her up in the car."

Si Bingchuan was a little surprised, but Ye Mingchuan still had to give face.

The car stopped beside Lan Ling, and Lan Ling felt even more dizzy looking at the dazzling headlights.

Resisting the urge to vomit, she staggered towards Si Bingchuan who got out of the car:

"Well, can I... vomit—" Before she could finish speaking, Lan Ling was about to throw herself on the ground when she couldn't stand still in her high heels. Fortunately, Si Bingchuan caught her in time.

However, he kindly picked her up, but she unceremoniously vomited all over him.

Lan Ling was about to cry, she really didn't mean it.

Especially when I saw the other party in military uniform, I felt even more sorry.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to..."

A man's pleasant and slightly hoarse voice came from above Lan Ling's head:

"fine."

She just raised her head, and suddenly bumped into a pair of deep eyes, and was taken aback. These eyes were actually comparable to Master Mo's.

Moreover, the soul began to tremble involuntarily, like the pain of bone erosion.

Lan Ling can be sure that this must be the target of this mission, what should she do if she wants to cry even more?
At this time, Ye Mingchuan also got out of the car.

Lan Ling narrowed her eyes and looked at Ye Mingchuan.

He looks like he is only 40 years old, but he is extremely majestic, and he has a murderous look all over him, which makes people daunting.

Probably, this is his military spirit.

Ye Mingchuan looked at Si Bingchuan with the ice mountain face next to him, and sighed secretly. He stepped forward and said to Lan Ling:

"Girl, we are soldiers, and the base is opposite. Do you think you will go to the base with us first, or find a place to live?"

Ye Mingchuan's voice is very thick, making people want to trust him unconsciously.

Lan Ling thought for a while and decided to follow them to the base.

This time, Ye Mingchuan sat in the driver's seat, and Lan Ling and Si Bingchuan sat in the back seat.

Lan Ling was slightly surprised.

Because obviously, this uncle's military rank must be higher than that of Ice Cube Face, but that uncle can drive in person, and Ice Cube Face doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, neither humble nor overbearing.

Invisibly, Lan Ling silently added some points to them.

In the back seat, because Si Bingchuan was vomited all over by Lan Ling, he couldn't wear his clothes anymore, so he just took off his shirt in the back seat.

However, most of the stains were on the trousers, he paused for a moment, and took off the trousers randomly and quickly.

Si Bingchuan was covered in nothing but an army green vest and a pair of shorts...

There were no lights in the car, but under the darkness of night, his bronze-colored firm skin, strong arms, and slightly raised chest muscles were faintly visible.

Going down, the vest was pressed against his waist, and without thinking, he knew that there were definitely chunks of abdominal muscles underneath.

Slender legs, horizontal in the car...extremely alluring.

This is simply an out-of-print interpretation of looking thinner in clothes and fuller in undressing.

(End of this chapter)