Lian Feng: Fuck!

This is the rhythm of extreme depression and bursting out at any time!

Lianfeng's chin was tense and he pursed his lips and looked at Qin Zong.

Mr. Qin sat by the window, supporting his forehead with one hand, his face was cold and he could not see any expression indifferently.

Lianfeng's heart trembled.

He only felt Qin Zong's vaguely uncontrollable hostility and irritability.

It seems like a long-depressed volcano, no matter how heavy it is covered, it cannot be stopped.

He didn't dare to speak, for fear that he would become cannon fodder and silently took the plate and left.

Srian calculated the time, and after everyone finished the meal, they came over to greet him with a smile.

"How are you eating?"

"Can you still have an entrance?"

After he finished his meal, he found that the entire cabin was unexpectedly quiet.

The atmosphere... something was wrong.

Qi Zheng crossed his legs. He was wearing a black jacket, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be blades, and his thin lips seemed to be slim, "Not bad."

He wiped his hands slowly and replied.

"Then... I wonder how Mr. Qin and Young Master Yan eat?"

Srian looked at the two sitting there.

The boy closed his eyes lazily, his thin lips slightly opened, and his voice was "uneasy."

"The heat for stir-frying is too heavy. When it's time to use high heat, the original flavor of the dish is completely dispersed, and the mouth is full of seasoning."

“The order of the side dishes for the porridge is reversed.”

“This wine is very poor.”

“…”

The boy's tone was cold, as if he was looking for trouble.

She looked lazy when she spoke, and she was very serious and had no mistakes in what she said.

Srian wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with his sleeve: Tm, this young man is so evil.

He is powerful in superpowers, and he can cook?!

"Mr. Srien, is this your good hospitality?"

The handsome young man's peach blossom eyes were gently raised, and his left hand was casually placed on the seat. His tone was gentle, but he was aggressive, "Tsk."

The boy's expression was smiling. Sri'an's fingers shook slightly and he swallowed nervously, "Mr. Yan, don't get me wrong. The main reason is... the conditions on the plane are not very good. When you arrive in Country M, you will definitely not be like this now."

"Yeah?"

Yan Tao sat back again, her thin lips gently raised, "That hope is as you said."

After the boy finished speaking, Srien turned his head and ran away.

His footsteps were so fast that he ran out of the cabin after a few breaths.

Lian Feng sighed: Who told you to hit Yan Shen’s gun?

What an idiot.

The place on the plane is narrow, and the seats are convenient for resting.

Yan Tao put down the backrest and lay in a scattered posture.

The boy in white blinked his eyes and sneaked, taking advantage of the inattention of the other side, he glanced at Qin Zong.

Qin Zong looked out the window, as if he was thinking about something.

Young Master Yan turned over and turned his back to Qin Zong: Humph!

Xiaoqi: Master touches his head, Master, you are so childish.

Yan Tao: Get out of here!

late at night.

The plane was bumpy, Yan Tao was sleeping a little uneasy, and the air conditioning wind brought a sense of coldness.

The boy curled up and hugged his arm unconsciously.

Qin Zong walked over silently, half-squatted down, and looked at the boy who had turned around at some point.

The young young man in his sleep frowned slightly, his skin as white as snow.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his lips looked like cherry blossoms, and it was pink and tender.

Usually, she always looks like she is smiling, but others don’t notice her cute lips.
Chapter completed!