Chapter 1128

Lian Feng: shit!

Lord, this is the rhythm that is suppressed to the extreme and will break out at any time!

Lian Feng tightened his chin and looked at Qin Zong with his lips.

Lord Qin sat by the window with one hand on his forehead. His face was cold and fierce. He couldn't see any expression.

Lian Feng's heart trembled.

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

It seems like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time. No matter how heavy it is, it can't be stopped.

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

Sri an calculated the time. After eating the meal, they came to greet him with a smile.

"How was it? How did you eat?"

"Can you still get in?"

He finished his meal and found the whole cabin unexpectedly quiet.

The atmosphere... Something's wrong.

Qi Zhengqiao crossed his legs. He was wearing a black jacket, his eyebrows seemed to be a blade, and his thin lips seemed to have no choice. "Good."

He wiped his hands slowly and replied.

"Well... I don't know how Mr. Qin and master Yan ate?"

Sri an looked at the two people sitting over there.

The young man lazily closed his eyes and opened his thin lips. If his voice flowed through the clear spring in the mountains, "it's terrible."

"The cooking heat is too heavy. When the fire is medium, use the fire. The original taste of the dishes is scattered and clean, and the mouth is full of seasoning."

"The order of porridge side dishes is reversed."

"The wine is very poor."

“……”

The young man's tone was cold, as if he were looking for trouble.

It happened that when she spoke, she looked lazy and hit the nail on the head. There was nothing wrong with what she said.

Srian wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve: TM, the boy is evil.

Great powers and cooking?!

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

The beautiful young peach blossom eyes Rose gently, and his left hand was casually placed on the seat. His tone was light and slow, but he was aggressive, "tut."

The young man looked like a smile. Sri an shook his fingers slightly and swallowed his saliva nervously. "Master Yan, don't misunderstand. The main reason is... The conditions on the plane are not very good. When you arrive in country m, it will never be like this."

"Really?"

Yantao sat back again, his thin lips tilted up gently, "that hope is as you said."

After the boy said this, srian turned and ran away.

The footsteps called quickly and 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 rest place is the seat.

Yantao put down his back and lay loosely.

The young man in white blinked and secretly glanced at Qin Zong while he was not paying attention.

Qin Zong looked out of the window and seemed to be thinking about something.

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

Xiao Qi: Master, touch your head. Master, you are childish.

Yantao: you, get out!

Late at night.

The plane was bumpy, Yan Tao slept a little uneasy, and the air conditioning wind brought a chill.

The boy curled up and unconsciously hugged his arm.

Qin Zong walked over in silence, half squatted down, and looked at the boy who didn't know when to turn around.

The boy in his sleep frowned gently, and his skin was as white as snow.

The young man has picturesque eyebrows and lips like cherry blossoms.

At ordinary times, she always looks like a smile on her lips, but others don't pay much attention to her lovely lip color.