Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The second one is Boston lobster with big arms. The shrimp tongs are as big as the palm. The body is red as if it was barbecued in charcoal fire. The whole body is filled with the aroma of barbecue and the fresh taste of shrimp.

Tang Xin's saliva is coming out.

It's estimated that she can eat enough with a pair of pliers

The third is a Buddha leaping over the wall. It looks like a yellow, crisp and even honey colored roast chicken, but it has a unique hole in its belly and is stewed with different ingredients.

Wuwu is so fragrant.

Tang Xin wiped his saliva.

"Mr. Song, can we start eating?" Tang Xin felt the spoon and his eyes were red.

"Eat it."

"Wu," said Tang Xin, adding a spoonful of seafood porridge to his mouth.

Two eyes brush once, the star inside the eye explodes.

It's delicious, isn't it!

"Is it delicious?" The man looked at her jokingly.

Tang Xin's mouth is full of seafood porridge. She can't say a word any more. She nods her head, gives song Qinbei a thumbs up, chews and swallows.

Song Qinbei looked at the woman who kept swallowing like a hamster with a puffed cheek in front of him. He said with a smile: "since you like it, eat more."

He helped Tang Xin peel off the spicy red Boston lobster.

After peeling a little of the shrimp, he forked it up with a fork, dipped it in a little seafood sauce, and was about to pass it to Tang Xin's lips——

"Mr. Song, an tezhu didn't have lunch either. Would you like him to come in and have some?"

Tang Xin chews the food, which is not clear.

Song Qinbei handed her the shrimp to her lips and slowly put it into her mouth.

Tang Xin

Didn't you just give it to her?

"The plane has autopilot function, or I'll send him some food?" Tang Xin thought of himself.

Antezhu is so hard, hungry and tired. What if something happens?

It seems that a few days ago, there was news that a star had an accident in a private plane.

Song Qin North Mou line is cold: "since so care about him, otherwise you open for him?"

Tang Xin opened his eyes wide. "How can I fly a plane... Are you kidding, Mr. Song?"

"Then eat and shut up."

"... oh." Tang Xin didn't know where to offend him, so he had to shut his mouth and chew the food.

How do you feel that there is a light sour smell in the air?

At the same time, anzuo, who was driving in the cockpit hungry, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he couldn't help sneezing.

……

Gladdening the heart and refreshing the mind after the two people had eaten the meal, the chef quickly cleaned up the food.

Tang Xin had enough to eat and drink. He lay on his seat with his head tilted. He fell asleep soon after.

Song Qinbei listens to the shallow breathing of the women around him. He sees Tang Xin asleep. With his breathing, his curly and thick eyelashes quiver like butterfly wings. He is helpless.

Soon, the plane arrived at the U.S. International Airport.

"Boss, here we are."

After stopping the plane, anzuo respectfully opened the cabin door.

Looking at Tang Xin, song Qinbei seems to be asleep.

"Miss Tang," left Ann poked her head inside, just to remind Tang Xin.

Song Qinbei's cold eye knife flies past——

Anzou immediately stopped talking.

Is he wrong? He just wanted to wake up Tang Xin.

Ann left heart wronged, but he did not say.

The next second, the scene in front of us makes an Zuo, a straight man of steel, gape!