Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Dust probably didn't know, but Mu Lichuan was also very nervous.

So when I kissed her, the whole person would not move.

It's not because he doesn't want a more lingering kiss, but because he is calm outside, it's actually a crazy heart.

He is also nervous, after all, this is his first kiss.

The air in the car seems to gradually solidify at this moment, except for the mint fragrance in the car, leaving only the breathing of each other.

There is a little bit of sweetness in the simmer...

"Cough..." Luo Dingqing cleared the throat and broke the deadlock: "It's better to get off the bus first."

"Yeah." Mu Lichuan nodded in a serious way and responded: "It makes sense."

The place where he took her was the private base of Mujia, which was 10 kilometers from the city center.

Inside are the talents trained by Mujia. The business circle is not as simple as ordinary people think. The world is not black or white.

There are always forces of their own, at least when others attack, they can have the ability to fight back.

The base of Mujia is this effect.

"You are not surprised at all?" Mu Lichuan sideways, relying on her calm face, but some doubts.

Luo dumped the dust and said with a smile: "Our father is the same kind of person."

To a certain extent, Luojia’s status in the business circle is higher than that of Mujia, and the country’s richest man is four words, not to mention it.

People like Luo Songbai naturally have their own power.

In the impression, Luo’s military base should be bigger than here.

It’s just that she only went once, and I don’t remember it.

"It seems that I have made an axe in front of Luo Qianjin." Mu Lichuan picked up his eyebrows: "But the Luo family's heirs have the right to inherit since they were twenty, then you should have not received any training."

"Training?" Luo dusted his eyebrows and scorned his lips. He smiled and said: "Our family is full of talent. Although I have never had time to receive any training, I have talent."

"..."

In the next second, Luo Dingchen saw the helpless look of Mu Lichuan, and there was a little more lingering in this expression.

"Cough--" I saw that he coughed two channels: "Because we are going to the desert the day after tomorrow, I may not have time to talk to you about many things."

"Ah?" Luo Dust gently rubbed his eyebrows, and looked at him with some doubts: "Are we not taking pictures in the desert? Why do you feel like we are going to die?"

"Have you been to the desert?"

“Hey...” Luo Dian recalled some of these thousands of years of scenes and shook his head and said, “No.”

May pass by, but did not go to the desert for some purpose.

"What happens in the desert of the no man's land." Mu Lichuan explained: "There may be situations where I am not with you."

As a photographer, he knows that the more dangerous the place is, the more different things can be photographed.

Arctic, Antarctic, desert, rainforest, no man's land, etc.

The more places I have been to, the more photos I take, the more he knows that as long as it is a 'no man' zone, then to some extent it is equal to the next door to hell.

Nothing happens in the no-man's land, and life and death sometimes only happen in an instant.

"What do you mean by saying this?" Luo dusted his eyes and said: "Where are we going to be dangerous?"

"Which no-man's land is not dangerous?" Mu Lichuan touched her head, with a faint pet in her eyebrows: "It is not dangerous to call the desert in the no-man's land. But we will encounter the possibility of fatal danger. Not high, after all, follow the expedition into the desert, we only shoot at the edge of the no man's land. But..."