Chapter 542 (2/2)

”Would you like some water, sir and madam?” The beautiful stewardess pushes away a load of drinks.

”No, thank you.”

”A glass of orange juice.”

Mu Qinghuan and Fengcheng said in one voice.

Then, they looked at each other. This is the first sentence they said after the previous dispute.

”A glass of orange juice.” First, in a daze, Fengcheng reacted and reached for the orange juice from the stewardess.

”Excuse me, is there anything else I need?” The stewardess asked with a smile.

Smell speech, seal city to see Xiang Mu Qing Huan, ”what do you want?”

”An orange juice, please.” Mu Qinghuan politely looks at the stewardess.

”All right.” The stewardess took out another glass of orange juice, but she shook her head, ”no need.”

Although the stewardess was suspicious, she didn't speak any more and pushed the cart forward.

When the stewardess left, Fengcheng put the orange juice in Mu Qinghuan's palm, ”take it.”

”Drink it.” Mu Qinghuan shook his head.

Feng frowned unhappily, ”don't drink?”

”No more.” Very strange, Mu Qinghuan said against his will.

”It's you who want to drink and it's you who don't want to drink. What do you want?” Although the face is not good-looking, but the tone of the city is still relaxed, not too scary.

”I thought you wanted it yourself.” Mu Qinghuan said awkwardly, so she didn't want to rob him.

”Remember, I don't like sweet.” Angry to leave this sentence, the city to let go, Mu Qinghuan immediately picked up the glass of orange juice, sipping.

After drinking the orange juice, Mu Qinghuan immediately took out his notebook and seriously recorded the main points, which were all about the custom of sealing the city.

Seeing this, Fengcheng took away the notebook and stuffed it into the bag. ”It's stupid to remember with your head.”

What he wants is not perfunctory, if it's just business, he would rather not, rather she completely forget.

”...” with your head? Mu Qinghuan blinked and nodded.

It's OK. Anyway, it's not too difficult for her to be responsible for the habit of sealing the city.

Seeing Mu Qinghuan look like a good baby, Feng Cheng stretched out his hand and pressed on her forehead, ”really good.”

This tone, are you sure it's not called a pet dog?

Mu Qinghuan moved back two times, shrunk his head again, and soon fell asleep.

As soon as muqinghuan fell asleep, Fengcheng stretched out her arm and let her hold it. It was like holding a pillow and sleeping soundly.

After a while, his arm was sour, so he thought it would be better to change one arm, but she held him tightly and didn't let him leave for a second.