It is only when people are alive that they are useful, and what is this use?
Ordinary people feel that they cannot sacrifice their body because it represents dignity and because the body itself means more to them than anything else.
But for Lan Junhua, the greatest meaning of life is not to protect the body, but what this body can bring to herself!
For example, allowing her to participate in the greatest research in human history can change the destiny of all mankind!
If you can really achieve this step, let alone sacrificing your beauty, it will still be worth it even if you cut her into pieces!
This is the difference in thinking brought about by different ideological realms.
In the bedroom, Lan Junhua thought for a long time and finally made this decision.
She is willing to sacrifice everything about herself, whether it is her body or her dignity.
As long as she has a share in photosynthetic research, she is willing to win any request!
At most...after the success of photosynthetic hormone research, she killed Jiang Zhihao to regain what she had lost!
That's right, dying together with him will save more sisters from suffering from his harm!
Little did Jiang Zhihao know that Lan Junhua had already defined himself as a scourge to mankind in the bedroom, thinking about how to get him to agree and how to kill him afterwards.
If he had known, maybe he would have fallen off his chair.
This kind of brain circuit is not something that ordinary women can come up with.
Dinner lasted until about ten o'clock, until the old men were extremely drunk and were taken away.
Lan Kehan was also drunk and staggered. If Lan Shang hadn't yelled for someone to hold him up, he wouldn't have been able to walk.
"Don't hold me, I can still drink! Get out of my way, I'll shoot you!" Lan Kehan shouted while hitting Lan Shanggao's forehead hard.
There was a banging sound on the head, but Lan Shanggao had become accustomed to it. He smiled at Jiang Zhihao and said, "I'm sorry, I'll send the old man back to rest first. Your guest room is ready, and someone will take you there.
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Jiang Zhihao nodded. He also drank a lot. Although the Moutai was good, it didn't have enough stamina. He also felt a little dizzy now.
It's just that he is young enough and has a good drinking capacity. At least he can stay sober, unlike Lan Kehan and others who are already drunk.
Standing up while holding on to the table, Jiang Zhihao swayed, and Murong Lanyi subconsciously stretched out her hand to help him.
Jiang Zhihao waved his hand and said, "No, I'm fine."
He took a deep breath, patted his face, and then stepped forward.
Seeing his faltering steps, Murong Lanyi had a strange expression on his face.
This was the first time she saw Jiang Zhihao drunk, and she could understand why he drank so much.
I guess I had a lot of fun chatting with a few old men. Of course, the pressure from the judge was also part of it.
Murong Lanyi had the same doubt as Lan Junhua, that is, how could these old men chat so harmoniously with Jiang Zhihao?
Obviously he is a young man of the same generation, so logically speaking, the generation gap between the two parties is extremely huge.
How could a person who had never experienced the bloody turmoil understand the feelings of that era, and how could he talk to these nearly centenarians as if they were peers?
She couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it. She was just more curious about Jiang Zhihao.
When Jiang Zhihao followed the nanny towards the room, Lan Junhua came over and blocked his way, saying, "I have something to tell you!"