Chapter 1128 Qin Ye: See you are pitiful, hug you

  Lian Feng: I'm fucking!

  Master, this is a rhythm that is depressed to the extreme and bursts out at any time!

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

  Lord Qin sat leaning against the window, propped his forehead with one hand, his face was stern, and he couldn't see any expression indifferently.

  Lian Feng's heart trembled.

  He only felt the hostility and irritability that Qin Zong could not control vaguely.

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

  He did not dare to speak, for fear that he would become cannon fodder, silently carried the plate and left.

  Silian calculated the time, and everyone finished the meal and came over to greet with a smile.

   "How is it? How are you eating?"

   "Can I still have it?"

  After he finished speaking, he found that the whole cabin was unexpectedly quiet.

  Atmosphere...something is wrong.

  Qi Zheng tilted Erlang's legs. He was wearing a black jacket. His eyebrows seemed to be knife-edged, and the thin lips seemed to be picked up. "Not bad."

  He wiped his hands slowly and replied.

   "Then... I wonder how Mr. Qin and Master Yan are eating?"

  Sri'an looked at the two people sitting there.

  The young man lazily closed his eyes and opened his thin lips slightly. If his voice was gurgling by the mountain springs, "Unpalatable."

  "The cooking temperature is too heavy. Use a high heat when it's time to cook. The original taste of the dish is clean, and the mouth is full of condiments."

   "The order of the side dishes for the porridge is reversed."

   "This wine is very poor."

  "……"

  The boy has a cold tone, as if looking for fault.

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

  Silian wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves: Tm’s, this young man is wicked.

  The ability is so powerful, can you still cook? !

   "Mr. Sri Ann, is this your kind treat?"

  The handsome, demon-looking young peach blossom eyes lightly raised, and his left hand was placed on the seat at will, his tone of voice was gentle but aggressive, "Hey."

The boy's expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Slian's fingers shook slightly, and he swallowed nervously, "Master Yan, don't get me wrong. The main thing is...the conditions on the plane are not very good. When you arrive in Country M, It definitely won't be what it is now."

"Yes?"

   Yan Tao sat back again, her thin lips slightly curled up, "The hope is as you said."

  The boy finished speaking, and Silian turned his head and ran away.

  The footsteps called a quick one, and he rushed out of the cabin after a few breaths.

  Lian Feng sighed: Who told you to hit Yanshen’s gun.

  What an idiot.

  The place on the plane is narrow, and the place to rest is the seat.

  Yantao lowered the backrest, lying loosely.

  The white-clothed boy blinked his eyes, surreptitiously, and glanced at Qin Zong while the other side was not paying attention.

  Qin Zong looked out the window, seeming to be thinking about something.

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

  Xiaoqi: Master touches her head, master is so naive.

   Yantao: You, get out!

  Late night.

  The plane was bumpy, Yan Tao was a little restless in his sleep, and the air-conditioning wind brought a chill.

  The boy curled up and hugged his arm unconsciously.

  Qin Zong walked over in silence, squatting down, Fengmu looked at the young man who didn't know when to turn around.

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

  The boy’s eyebrows are picturesque, his lips are like cherry blossoms, and his lips are tender and tender.

  Usually, she always lifts her lips like a smile, but others will not notice that she prefers a cute lip color.

  (End of this chapter)