Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

His voice was cold and his eyes were sharp. Ding Jing shrank his neck.

At this time, someone looked at the words and colors, instantly understood how to reply, and quickly made a comeback: "Oh, if it's gone, it's gone. If it's gone, we'll call again. Are we short of ordering money in Qinbei?"

"That's it. Come on, come on, go on."

"If you want anything else, we'll have the money."

Song Xiaotang takes a look at Ding Jing and Qiao Xin next to her. She has been working in the entertainment industry for so long, so she can see what's going on.

If it was her before, it might be as if the matter had passed like this.

But after so much help from Tang Xin and so many things, she is no longer the submissive song Xiaotang.

Therefore, she glanced at Ding Jing, and her voice was cold: "this young lady doesn't know something. It's absolutely impossible for a hungry ghost to be reborn in our profession."

"We all have to run more than one kilometer on the treadmill for one bite. How can we be so tired for one bite?"

The implication is that you just satirized that Tang Xin was born with a hungry ghost. It's impossible. We have to keep fit, not like you.

Ding Jing twitches at the corner of her mouth. She stares at Song Xiaotang resentfully. However, she just bumps into Han Shaoli's eyes and lowers her head busily.

Josephine bumped into her and told her to stop talking.

Next, there was a good play - there were waiters coming in constantly to serve the same dish. Not only that, they were all placed in front of Ding Jing, and soon the table in front of her was full.

Even next to Qiao Xin's desktop has been occupied, "this is... What's going on?"

The waiter politely replied: "back to this young lady, it's like this. We've received orders from three Mr. Song, who all said that they would serve this dish to the young lady at position 15 of Yuxuan box."

Three Mr. Song

All of them turned their heads and looked in the direction of song Qinbei. Except for Tang Xin and nuomi, the other three were very calm.

Xiaobao raised his head and looked at Ding Jing's position: "Auntie, you can eat. Just now you said you didn't have it. I think you are very angry. I'll make my own decision and invite you. Don't be polite."

Qian'er and song Qinbei did not speak, but their eyes were obviously of the same meaning.

Ding Jing almost broke a tooth. Damn it, she said casually, now it's OK, how can she eat it.

Other people looked at her like watching a play, which made her even more angry. She felt that these people were deliberately embarrassing her.

But Han Shaoli also came out to blend in: "fortunately, I'm a little slow. Originally, I wanted to ask some more. Now it seems that I don't need it."

Ding Jing

Qiao Xin clenched her teeth, pinched her throat, looked tender and considerate, and stopped the waiter: "I'm sorry, we can't finish so much. Please take it away."

The waiter is still polite: "sorry, miss, we have rules here. Except for the next person, other people can't remove the dishes without authorization."

Qiao Xin

So Ding Jing was forced to eat several pots under dozens of eyes

At the end of the meal, I was about to throw up.

After a meal, I feel tired.

Tang Xin collapsed on the chair, took song Xiaotang's hand beside him and shook it: "I'm so tired. I'm more tired than filming."

"I also think we should make an appointment for a massage some day."

"Yes, when I put these little ones home."

"Me too. Kids are so annoying."