The faces of those original people who lived and worked in the garden suddenly turned into the familiar faces of Lynch - each one was himself.

Never thought about it, Lynch never thought about it.

Synthetics are completely different from natural persons. Naturals develop from embryos, and synthetics are born from petri dishes. The birth of each synthetic is accompanied by their exclusive functions, housekeeping, combat, and even sex-love type.

It is better to say that they are human beings than to say that they are more like intelligent tools.

Being born as a tool, it naturally joined the alliance and became a tool man in the small world.

It seemed like everything happened naturally. Who was pushing him forward like this? Is this the way he should go?

Lynch's hands began to tremble.

Lang Yan tightened his slippery palm tightly, and whispered, "What are you afraid of?"

Lynch raised his eyes, and there was obvious horror in his pupils. He did not change. Although he had experienced a long small world, learned countless skills, and understood love, he had not changed from the most fundamental place, and he was still the same one since he was trained.

A confused and docile little synthetic man woke up from the dish.

"Don't talk anymore," Lynch's eyes curled up, "Please."

Lang Yan shut up.

He was still too anxious.

He just identified each other's identities, and wait a little longer, he needs more patience.

In order to soothe the frightened Lynch, Lang Yan took his hand and re-entered the garden. The maze-like garden could easily find a quiet place.

The square tree module surrounded a small pavilion, and Lynch sat on the cold bench, shaking, and sleepwalking.

He thought he had grown strong enough, but in fact no one had touched his true heart.

Lang Yan accompanied him silently, and his broken hair blocked Lynch's side face, revealing only the beautifully curved pointed chin. Lang Yan raised his hand and lifted his short hair.

And Lynch just stared blankly indifferently.

I was in a daze for too long, and Lang Yan thought that his soul had disappeared from this world again. He shook Lynch in panic. When Lynch shook, he returned to his soul. He blinked his eyelashes slowly and his eyes were fixed.

Looking at Lang Yan calmly, his two thin lips slowly moved, "Ah?"

Lang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He almost ran out of this world with impulse just now. Seeing Lynch's extremely stimulating appearance, he regretted his inaccurate grasp of the timing again. He pressed his face on his chest and intimately

Touching his short hair, "If you are tired, don't think about anything. Close your eyes and take a rest for a while."

Very attractive offer.

Lynch's cheek rubbed gently on Lang Yan's chest, and suddenly he wanted to act coquettishly.

Lang Yan just dragged him into his arms, holding him in his arms like a big child, his waist, back and knees were all tied in Lang Yan's warm arms.

It was very safe and comfortable. Lang Yan lowered his head and kissed his nose. His eyes were like the lights in the bedroom when it rained. It was dim and gentle, and it made people want to cry.

Lynch put his entire face on Lang Yan's shirt, grabbed his collar with both hands, and said in a low voice: "I love you."

Lang Yan's movement of touching him stopped, and slowly patted Lynch's back, closed his eyes and pressed his face against him. The temperature naturally passed on. He believed that Lynch also heard his silent reply.

, This is already a silent tacit understanding.

Lynch pulled his collar hard and raised his face, which was a little red, "Why don't you answer?"

Lang Yan: "..."

Lang Yan lowered his head and kissed his lips before saying, "Of course I..." He paused and said solemnly, "I love you."

Lynch wanted to cry a little.

They are the same. No one can love except the person in front of them, and there are no relatives or friends. Their love contains all the weight and weight that even themselves are shocked.

Lynch didn't cry. When he was about to cry or not, he controlled his emotions in time and sucked his nose several times.

Lang Yan said, "Have you caught a cold?"

Lynch sucked his nose again, "Touch his ears."

Lang Yan lowered his head helplessly and indulgently. Lynch rubbed his elastic ears, and hugged in his arms full of masculinity and warmth, and said to himself: Lynch, you have a lover, don't be lonely, open your mouth

He chewed Lang Yan's ears all over his mouth.

The chef who was raised in Ling Xuefeng's house had excellent skills. In order to welcome the newcomers, the chef showed his skills and only provided them to Lang Yan and Lynch. There were too many people and he really wanted to hold a big banquet. He was busy alone.

However, I highly praised Lynch, the ancestor who rarely appears here, "I am worthy of being Mr. Ling's friend, your demeanor is equally charming."

Lynch smiled slightly, "Thank you."

The restaurant is very large, the dining table is very long, and it is full of people like a high-end canteen. The servants shuttle through it, each of them smiling, the dining atmosphere is mixed without being chaotic, and the loud whispers are endless with laughter.

Lynch couldn't swallow it.

Now when he saw these people who lived happily, he thought of the words Lang Yan asked him, "Does it look like it?"

It's really similar.

The original people did not shy away from him. Not only did they not shy away, but they also respected him. People kept coming to greet him. They didn't know what Lynch was doing here, but they were just very happy that an ancestor came here and regarded Lynch as a condolence specialist.

, told Lynch that they had a great time here and thanked Ling Xuefeng for his special care.

Lynch had never heard so many good things about Ling Xuefeng in his two lives, and his face was numb.

After the meal, Lynch didn't eat much, but he saved up a basket of worries.

Back in the room arranged for Lang Yan, he fell faster than Lang Yan and lay on the bed in a large shape.

The servant leaned his head and called in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Ling is ready..."

"Shh," Lang Yan interrupted the servant's entangled question and said to her, "Mr. Lin will sleep here tonight, you don't have to worry about it."

The servant nodded and stepped out with embarrassment.

Lang Yan locked the door, but turned around and was stunned.

Lynch didn't know when he made himself a ball, like a baby in his uterus.

Lang Yan walked over, supported his hands on his face, and joked: "What do you think?"

"Think about life." Lynch said seriously.

Lang Yan also lay down, the chandeliers on the roof were as gorgeous as stars, and he accompanied Lynch to think about life.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and Lynch gently pushed him. Lang Yan turned his face, and Lynch looked at him openly, "I'm hungry."

The kitchen was quiet and tidy. Lynch and Lang Yan leaned against the wall and ate the butter bread. Lynch swallowed a mouthful of the cold sweet butter and said to Lang Yan: "It's so delicious."

"It's not bad." Lang Yan commented objectively.

Lynch had a lot of cream on his mouth, and suddenly approached Lang Yan's cheek and kissed him with a 'pop'. He applied all the cream on his mouth to Lang Yan's face, and smiled with a tooth, "Do you think this cream bread is real or

Fake?"

Lang Yan was stunned.

Lynch took another bite, and the expression on his face became more and more relaxed, "Eating it can fill your stomach and it smells sweet. This is true, but you can't be sure," Lynch glanced at the hand

The buttery bread seemed to be upside down, "Is the two feelings of hunger and sweetness a feeling that I have created or..." Lynch looked up at Lang Yan, "It was entered by the code."

Lang Yan raised the verbal with the mentality of saving Lynch, and was trembling with his heart by Lynch's sudden sharpness, and his expression even showed a little alert.

"Or a little deeper, I think this bread is really delicious. Is it really delicious, or is it something else sending this message to me and my brain outputs the judgment of "delicious"?" Lynch ate it

In the last bite of bread, slowly licked the cream remaining on the corner of the mouth, "Do you have the answer?"

Lang Yan has always been 100% confident in himself - he firmly believed that he was the real one, and under Lynch's gaze, he couldn't help but feel shaken.

He was not as firm and powerful as he thought, and Lynch was not as soft and weak as he seemed.

Lynch made Lang Yan feel trembling. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Lynch, sucking the sweet butter left in Lynch's mouth clean. The sweet smell doubled and impacted his taste buds, and his breathing was slightly heavier

, He had seen the truth of the world, how could he have no answer? Lang Yan bit through Lynch's tongue hard and stared at Lynch's eyes, "Where are you?"

"My answer," Lynch held his face and smiled, "I'll wait and tell you."

The aroma of cream bread has been in the mouth for a long time. Each other's tongues shaved through each other's gums like a small brush. Lynch and Lang Yan hugged each other sweetly on the big bed. Lynch reluctantly kneaded Lang Yan's ears afterwards.

, intoxicatedly said: "You are sweeter than cream."

Lang Yan got goose bumps and shook his ears seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."

Lynch smiled like a sleepwalking, and seemed to have a good mood, as if he had some connections.

The next day, the servant came to invite Lynch and said that Ling Xuefeng wanted to see him.

Lynch refused.

After a while, Ling Xuefeng came in person.

Lynch was playing mahjong with three original people. Lang Yan stood behind Lynch, holding a cup of tea in his hand, like a miser.

"What's wrong with Mr. Ling?" Lynch's appearance as the master made Ling Xuefeng a little dazed. He moved his lips a few times before slowly saying: "I have something to say to you."

Lynch touched a card without looking back, "Let's talk about these two laps."

Three original people who played mahjong with him greeted Ling Xuefeng and were immersed in the game. Ling Xuefeng was a kind owner, and the original people were not very afraid of him.

Ling Xuefeng suspected that he was still dreaming when he was not awake. He looked around and the people were doing their own things. When they met his eyes, they waved their hands happily, making them happy.

This place was personally supervised and built by Ling Xuefeng. It hasn't been here for too long and he will not recognize it now.

Lang Yan was still a silent vixen. Without saying hello to Ling Xuefeng, he quietly delivered the tea in his hand to Lynch's mouth. Lynch took a sip and stared at the card game to concentrate. Lang Yan looked at him and smiled gently.

Ling Xuefeng was stunned. This had nothing to do with the scene he expected.
Chapter completed!