An Jingxing frowned and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'll pay attention."
Hearing what she said, Tang Qianrong frowned and said nothing. He just took away the salad she planned to eat before she started.
An Jingxing didn't expect that this man would compete with her for food, and it was something she had eaten before. She was stunned for a moment, but Tang Qianrong naturally took her fork, inserted a mouthful of salad and put it in her mouth. Regardless of whether this man
Whatever action you take is undoubtedly pleasing to the eye.
Even on the plane, his posture was still as elegant as if he were sitting in an elegant French restaurant.
But at this time, An Jingxing was not in the mood to appreciate this. Even if the food was snatched away, he also used the fork? Doesn't this man know that indirect kissing is unhygienic? No, she remembered that Lin Xiaohui seemed to say that he
Do you have a mysophobia?
"Seeing how delicious you are eating makes me a little hungry. This plate belongs to me, you can eat something else." Tang Qianrong's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to mind that he was using An Jingxing's tableware.
And An Jingxing was angry, but as soon as she thought that she still relied on this man, her anger was extinguished. Although she saw him eating with the tableware she had used, she couldn't help but think about it.
The scene of the two of them being ambiguous and entangled before, immediately made their cheeks feel hot.
"Then...just eat more. It's okay. That...stewardess, bring me another knife and fork."
When the flight attendant brought another knife and fork, An Jingxing kept eating with her head lowered. She didn't know whether it was because of shyness or something else. She didn't dare to look at him again until she finished the meal she ordered.
Tang Qianrong, on the other hand, was eating the salad elegantly, looking at the shy little woman next to him from time to time, and laughing.
He forked the chestnut salad on the plate and frowned slightly, but he really wasn't in the habit of eating airplane food on the plane.
For her sake, he made another exception.
After restraining himself for a moment, An Jingxing still finished the three dishes except for the salad that Tang Qianrong snatched away. He felt full and felt sleepy.
Although I don’t know why this man just said she was his wife.
But the feeling of being envied by everyone is not bad. At least from then on, it was really satisfying to see the previously arrogant stewardesses bowing down in front of me.
She is not a person who likes to care about everything, but she has to admit that sometimes power and money are indeed good things.
The flight was less than ten hours, and An Jingxing spent almost all of the remaining six hours sleeping.
While she was sleeping, Tang Qianrong was reading a book and looking at her clothes from time to time, as if he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he wrapped them tightly for her.
Tang Qianrong almost became the only topic on the lips of this group of flight attendants. It was already dark when the plane arrived at Paris Orly Airport.
This fashionable city is brightly lit everywhere. There is a big difference between the cities that never sleep in Europe and the United States and in China.
An Jingxing wore Tang Qianrong's coat and followed him confusedly off the plane. Other vehicles were not allowed to enter the airport, but when Tang Qianrong and An Jingxing got off the plane to pick up the motorcycle.
There was a black Cadillac parked in front of them, with a small barrier-free flag hanging on it. When the driver saw Tang Qianrong and An Jingxing, he got out of the car respectfully, opened the door, and invited them to get in.
