Mysterious Young Master, Super Cool

"The Cannes project is related to the development and image of a city. Not to mention that the plan you gave is not a pass. Your plan simply copied the others, do you think I might give you?"

The following words of the underworld made the teenager frown suddenly.

Are their plans copied from others?

This matter, Peng Jiao never mentioned to her at all.

Is it stolen or is it a fact?

At this moment, the juvenile is indistinguishable.

"Is it plagiarism, I will investigate. But my relationship with Xiaoru, I'm sorry ... I think Shao Ming should know that the initiative between me and Xiaoru is not in me!"

Of course, juveniles don't memorize the pot.

In the latter sentence, the boy reached out and rubbed a handful of wet hair, the arc of his lips rising lazily, and a little bit of suffocation.

What initiative is not in him? It just doesn't want to cooperate!

Of course, the hidden meaning in the young man's discourse can be read from the underworld.

In particular, this matter is not related to her hungry happy smile, which gives Ming Yu an impulse to tear her up.

It was just that the boy seemed to know what Mingyu was thinking. Before he could turn this anger into substance, the boy smiled again: "Here it is, come, Master Ming should not mind asking me to eat Come on! "

Underworld: "..."

This rogue really treats him here?

Even if he doesn't agree with his request, he still wants to ask for food now?

It's just that good education makes it impossible for Mingyu to refuse the teenager.

Besides, for a rogue like a teenager, rejection is useless.

Regarding these vomitings in the mind of the underworld, the youngsters could not take care of them for the time being.

In the afternoon, I played a game with Bo Wenze and consumed a lot of energy. When it was time to eat, she was called out by the underworld again. Now she is really hungry.

So she couldn't help but ordered ten dishes.

As the teenager swept through the ten dishes on the table, the poker face on Mingyu finally got a little jerky.

"Are you starving to death?" After taking a sip of water, Ming Yu couldn't help but open his mouth.

It's not ugly for teenagers.

Really, even if it is countless readers like Ming Yu, I have never seen a few people who can be as elegant as a teenager.

This speed is too fast.

Ten dishes were only served for more than ten minutes, and most of them had been swept away.

"Of course not. The things here are really delicious ..." After the boy said this, he threw a crispy fried shrimp into his mouth and chewed. I live in country M with burgers and fried chicken as my main food all the year round. When the teenager came to China, he discovered that the original cuisine can also be so diverse.

Hearing this, Ming Yu's frowned slightly converged.

After all, this Hades hotel belongs to Hades.

No one will be unhappy when people praise the things in their hotel.

And the young man's words were also determined by Mingyu as the only person she has ever spoken from the moment she knew it!

Inexplicably, Mingyu also feels that the younger man with a swollen cheeks stuffed with fried shrimp is much more pleasing to the eye!

In the end, all ten dishes were in the teenager's stomach.

"I'm full. Thank you for your hospitality!" The young man who had eaten and satiated, thanked the full boy.

Persuade the young man not to fail in contact with Ming Ru, but to be trapped in the realm of Hades, no longer want to say anything to the young man, directly: "You can get out!"

"Okay, I'll be mellow ..." The boy rubbed his belly, and left the booth with a smile.