Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 39, The Angel Who Doesn't Smile
Sure enough, Sima Ling came back soon, holding a very high-end camera in his hand. As soon as he entered the restaurant, he took a picture of Lin Anluo who was sitting on a chair and licking the ice cream at the bottom of the cone like a kitten. When he came down, he took another picture of Lin Anluo who was staring wide-eyed, and said while adjusting the focus, "Mobile phones tend to be distorted. Let's use a camera to take pictures."

Lin Anluo didn't expect that her small request would be taken so seriously, and she felt complicated and touched for a moment. Is this person so gentle really a gangster?

Sima Ling spent the whole afternoon chasing Lin Anluo with his camera like a professional photographer. Lin Anluo would look for his camera during the breaks between playing recklessly, and then confidently showed her best angle and smile. Satisfying her addiction to the camera, all the dark past accumulated in her heart faded away as one photo after another was generated.

In the end, she even felt that even if it wasn't Xia Ying's face, but her own face that had been ruthlessly destroyed by nature, she would have the courage to stand up to it and smile with her head held high in front of the camera.

It was Sima Lan who drove them home at night, because she and Sima Han played so crazy that they both fell asleep from exhaustion as soon as they got in the car.Sima Ling looked in the rearview mirror at a sweet child lying on the back seat and sleeping by the car window, and felt like a parent who embraced his father's love.

How did things develop like this?Sima Ling thought shamelessly, obviously he was also a 16-year-old kid at the beginning.

The car parked on the side of the road where he met Lin Anluo. He waited for a while, leaned over the car seat when the sun started to change color, and poked behind the car window. A soft looking face.

"I'm home." He called her softly without waking Sima Han up.

Lin Anluo received a beauty attack as soon as she opened her eyes. Not only was Sima Ling's unearthly good-looking face, but also the scenery exposed by the collar of his shirt when he leaned over. When it got hot, he turned his head and said, "Thank you uncle, I'm getting out of the car."

Sima Ling got close to her and had a panoramic view of her reaction. He looked down at himself and instantly understood why the little girl blushed suddenly. He slowly sat back in the posture seat and looked out of the car window, admiring the little girl running away. The back view, the smile gradually deepened, and the tears and moles in the eyes were romantic.

The evening in the alley was as quiet and lively as ever. Lin Anluo walked briskly, humming a song as she walked, bouncing up the stairs and back to her door, returning from heaven to hell only when she saw the door, the wall The distance at a glance of spray paint of various colors.

The dilapidated wooden door of their house was sprayed with some vulgar and vulgar words. The word Xia Ying was mixed in the middle, followed by some inconspicuous words. She could even see through these dark colors that the group of boys were How proudly and arrogantly holding a spray paint can, cursing and arguing at the door of her house, and behaving recklessly.

The anger on the girl's face was replaced by coldness. She opened the door and walked in step by step. There was no Ms. Chen Yuqin in the living room, nor in the bedroom, nor in the toilet.She began to panic until her eardrums picked up the sound of metal rubbing in the kitchen.

Lin Anluo walked to the door of the kitchen, and a hunched back on the ground came into her eyes. Chen Yuqin was sitting on the ponytail, holding the kitchen knife that usually cut vegetables, and later chased her, sharpening it on the whetstone again and again. .

The light in the kitchen was not turned on, and the faint light of the setting sun came in through the exhaust fan. The whole small room was extremely gloomy, like the set of a ghost movie.

"Grandma." Lin Anluo called softly.

Chen Yuqin didn't look back. She had heard the sound of her granddaughter opening the door, but she was still sharpening her knife, her tone was dull and lifeless, "Xia Ying, tell me the address of that bastard's home."

It's over, grandma is so angry that she can't think about it.

She was fine when she called at noon, but when she came back home in the afternoon, it was different. Lin Anluo didn't know what grandma went through at home alone. Just thinking about it made her feel depressed. sorry."

She shouldn't have let a widowed old man suffer Wei Xiujie's anger towards Xia Ying knowing that Wei Xiujie knew her home address.She didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like for a thin old lady, Ms. Chen Yuqin, to be in the room when Wei Xiujie was spraying paint on the door, smashing the door and scolding her.

The sound of sharpening the knife stopped, and Chen Yuqin raised her hand, as if wiping away a tear, the piercing voice broke her heart, "Our life has been miserable enough, why can't they let us go, God, why? Can't we treat the poor a little better, and insist on forcing people to death?"

The old lady's cries were shrill and desperate, Lin Anluo didn't dare to listen any more, she went back to her room, leaned against the door and sat down slowly with her head bowed.

[System]: Lin Anluoluo, are you okay?All friendly reminders, it is best not to put too much emotion in the mission world, otherwise it will affect the execution process of your mission.

Crystal tears fell on the floor in front of Lin Anluo. Her low voice was broken and weak, "I can't do it."

[System]: Wei Ming and his assistant will have a room at the Fuliya Hotel in the eastern suburbs of the city tonight. The room number is B1983.

Lin Anluo sniffed, tears were still on her face when she raised her head, but her eyes were firm and cold, her mobile phone beeped a text message, she took it out to check, it was an unfamiliar number.

—— "Uncle, go back and wash the photos, let Sima Han bring them to you next time."

Lin Anluo wiped her face and pressed the button to reply.

——"Thank you uncle."

She thought it was over, but she didn't expect to send another text message after a while.

——"If those boys come to trouble you again, just dial this number, and uncle will immediately rush to the little angels like a superman, and smash their heads with my powerful fist."

There is no Superman in a pink shirt, what a shame.Lin Anluo smiled lightly, but felt a lot more relaxed because of it.

——"What if Superman can't beat the devil? Justice always seems to be late."

After sending the text message, she stood up and put the phone in her bag, opened the door and went downstairs to buy a bowl of porridge for Ms. Chen Yuqin, coaxed her to calm down, and took some headache medicine to make her fall asleep.

When she went out in the dark and took a taxi to the eastern suburbs of the city, she took out her mobile phone and wanted to leave a note for Sima Lang, but Sima Lang replied to her last message.

——"Then let a stronger demon come, evil is never late."

Half of the girl's face by the car window was in shadow. She looked at the text message with calm eyes. After a long time, she curled her lips and wrote down Sima Lan's number as "Big Devil", then clicked on Wei Xiujie's number. call him.

"Hello, Wei Xiujie."

After the call was connected, there was a commotion over there. Wei Xiujie opened his mouth and said that it was dirtier than sewage, Lin Anluo pretended not to hear, and said in a cold voice, "I'll wait for you in room B1983 of the Fulia Hotel. Let's settle it. You give me 10 Ten thousand yuan, I won't trouble you in the future."

Wei Xiujie, "Stinky (beep——) You still want money, I think I think highly of you when I touch you."

"Otherwise I will call the police and bite you to death for violating me. I will also go online and tell reporters what you did. In short, even if I don't care about my own reputation, I will make it difficult for you. Either you give me money or Just kill me, I guess you don’t dare to kill anyone either.”

(End of this chapter)