My magic stick is going to heaven!

After exiting the rear-facing iron gate of Liu's new-style bungalow, Wen Changlang raised his hand, spread out his palm, and took out those long pieces of paper, like film rolls, long, and the pages were connected by dotted lines. But Wen Changlang couldn't understand any of the words on it. . .

Could it be, which Heavenly Master sect's unique runes?

But he hasn't seen any runes in Wen Changlang, this...why does it get more and more awkward the more you look at it?

Forget it, it probably won't be something to talk about, Wen Changlang casually rubbed it into a pile, and stuffed it in the pocket of the jacket, and didn't take it seriously.

Back at the place where Shang Yanzhou parked, Wen Changlang hadn't stopped, but the car drove over by itself. After a closer look, it turned out that Shang Yanzhou had already returned.

Wen Changlang smiled and opened the car door from one side and sat on it, and asked excitedly:

"Master Governor, how is it? Have you gained anything!"

Shang Yanzhou's jade-like face slowly turned around and glanced at Wen Changlang, and then said in a mysterious voice:

"you guess"

Wen Changlang made a cut, pouted and said with a wave of his hand:

"Just such a trivial matter is not worth the young master's guessing, don't guess or guess!"

Straightening his body, Shang Yanzhou pursed his lips slightly, with a slight stern curve, and a noble and cool aura on his warm face. At first glance, that tofu-like white, tender and silky side face seemed to be Waving at Chaowen Promenade:

"Come on, come on, come and ravage me, squeeze and swell me."

Wen Changlang was distracted, and raised his hands uncontrollably. When he was about to touch the tofu-like silky side face with a distance of one centimeter, he said a word without staring:

"Take the paw back."

Wen Changlang raised his eyebrows, ignored his words, and quickly squeezed Shang Yanzhou's side face with lightning speed, and a sinister smile that succeeded in planning flashed across the evildoer's face, it was as smooth as tofu skin...

When Wen Changlang was pinching up, Shang Yanzhou spun around sharply, and his pale jade hands were gripping the steering wheel, and gradually tightened. Startled a pool of ripples.

"Wen Changlang, you are really..."

Wen Changlang leaned over with a playful smile, and asked with a shy face:

"What is it really?"

"Rogue!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Wen Changlang burst into laughter when he heard the word "rogue" came from the mouth of this always gentle and elegant governor. It seems that his behavior really annoyed this elegant beauty.

"To shut up!"

Shang Yanzhou said something in a slightly low tone, and then the whole process was under low pressure. When he returned to the downstairs of the police station and opened the car door to go down, his face was a bit ugly and stiff.

However, the more he is like this, the more Wen Changlang finds it interesting, and the more he will follow up uninterestedly:

"Master Governor, why are you so happy? Look at me, they say that seeing beautiful things will make you feel good. Then you see that I am so pretty, don't you think I will be happy when you look at me?"

Shang Yanzhou stopped in his tracks, turned his head and swept him up and down with some scrutiny, and then said in a flat tone:

"The mood is even worse."

"Bad? What does this mean? Does it mean that I am not good-looking! Hey! If you speak against your conscience, you will be struck by lightning! The young master is good-looking, even the ancestors can't refute it!"

Ever since Shang Yanzhou entered the Police Supervision Station, he had an elegant smile on his face. He filtered all the words that Wen Changlang jumped up and down, and finally when he entered the office, there was a bang, Just block the noise outside the door.