Lian Feng: Holy!

This is a rhythm that is extremely depressed and will explode at any time!

Lian Feng's jaw tightened, and he pursed his lips and glanced at Qin Zong.

Qin Ye sat by the window, supporting his forehead with one hand, his face was cold, and he couldn't see any expression indifferently.

Lian Feng's heart trembled.

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

It seems to be a long-suppressed volcano, no matter how heavy it is, it can't be stopped.

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

Srian counted the time, and everyone finished their meal and came over to greet them with smiles on their faces.

"How? How are you eating? ”

"Can you still enter?"

When he finished eating, he noticed that there was an unexpectedly quiet in the entire cabin.

Atmosphere...... Something is wrong.

Qi Zheng crossed Erlang's legs, he was wearing a black jacket, his eyebrows seemed to be blades, and his thin lips seemed to be unprovoked, "Not bad." ”

He wiped his hands slowly and replied.

"That'...... I don't know how Mr. Qin and Young Master Yan ate? ”

Sri looked at the two sitting on the other side.

The young man lazily closed his eyes, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was like a mountain spring gurgling by, "It's unpalatable." ”

"The heat of the stir-fry is too heavy, and when it is time to use high heat, the original taste of the dish is clean, and the mouth is full of seasoning."

"The order in which the side dishes of the porridge are placed is reversed."

"It's a terrible wine."

“……”

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

When she spoke, she looked lazy, and hit the nail on the head, and there was nothing wrong with what she said.

Sri An wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: Tm, this young man is evil.

The ability is amazing, and you can cook?!

"Mr. Srian, is this your hospitality?"

The handsome young man's peach blossom eyes rose slightly, and his left hand was casually placed on the seat, and his tone was soft, but aggressive, "Tsk." ”

The young man's expression seemed to be smiling, and Srian's fingers trembled slightly, and he swallowed nervously, "Young Master Yan, don't get me wrong. Mainly...... It's that the conditions on the plane are not very good, and when you arrive in country M, it will definitely not be like this. ”

"Really?"

Yan Tao sat back down, his thin lips curled slightly, "Then I hope it is as you said." ”

After the boy said this, Srian turned around and ran.

The footsteps were fast, and after a few breaths, they ran out of the cabin.

Lian Feng sighed: Who told you to hit the muzzle of Yan Shen's gun.

What an idiot.

The space on the plane is cramped, and the resting place is the seat.

Yan Tao put down the backrest and lay down casually.

The white-clothed young man blinked his eyes, and sneakily, taking advantage of the fact that the other side was not paying attention, glanced at Qin Zong.

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

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

Xiao Qi: The master touches his head, you are so naïve, master.

Yan Tao: You, fuck off!

Late at night.

The plane was bumpy, Yan Tao slept a little unsteadily, and the air conditioning brought a wave of coldness.

The boy curled up and unconsciously hugged his arm.

Qin Zong walked over in silence, half-squatting down, and looked at the young man who didn't know when he turned around.

The sleeping boy frowned slightly, and his complexion was as white as snow.

The young man's eyebrows are picturesque, and his lips are like cherry blossoms, pink and pink.

Usually she always picks her lips and looks like she is smiling, but others don't notice her cute lip color.