"Sister Xiaomei..."Qiao Yingying lay on the back seat, looking at the disappeared Ferrari, looking ignorant, not knowing what had just happened. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't worry, He Feng is measured. Guan Mufeng's deep voice sounded, and Qiao Yingying was immediately relieved, sitting obediently in the back seat, chatting with Mi Xue.

Not far away, under a big tree, Wen Yue was looking here, his expression surprised and full of disappointment. He looked at a text message on his phone and clenched his fists tightly.

The driver drove fast and steadily, and the green trees and red flowers flashed on the side of the road, and the beautiful scenery of the journey was pleasing to the eye.

Guan Mufeng sat in front, such a quiet time was very rare for him, he closed his eyes and completely relaxed. I just left a little bit of my mind to listen to the movement behind me.

At first, the two of them talked to each other sentence by sentence, but gradually only Mi Xue's voice was heard, and Qiao Yingying's words became less and less, and there was no movement directly.

He opened his eyes and glanced in the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Qiao Yingying tilted her head and leaned on Michelle's shoulder, looking like she was asleep, and Michelle was also resting with her eyes closed. The car was quiet, and there was a faint warmth flowing.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, his eyes became softer, he reached out to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner, and closed his eyes again.

The journey was smooth, and their car arrived at their destination in just two hours. He Feng's Ferrari had also stopped at the door.

This is a private estate, leaning against the mountain, the area is large, the environment is quiet, and there are all kinds of entertainment facilities such as fishing and barbecue.

After several people converged, He Feng shouted that he was hungry, and the group went to the barbecue.

A few locals stayed at the estate, and the barbecue grill was quickly set up and the ingredients were prepared.

Qiao Yingying excitedly picked out some meat skewers and grilled them, and Wu Xiaomei also came up to help. Michelle had to watch from the sidelines because the clothes she was wearing were not very convenient.

He Feng pulled Guan Mufeng to scavenge all kinds of liquor from the warehouse and moved it over, and after putting it in the pavilion, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to Wu Xiaomei to help.

"You can't bake it, don't be here to help. Wu Xiaomei took some meat skewers to him, and said with a suspicious expression.

"Cut, there's nothing in this world that I won't do!" He Feng pursed his lips, held the bamboo skewer, and roasted it decently.

Wu Xiaomei brushed some oil on his skewers from time to time to remind him to turn over. The two of them were still noisy, but not as strong as before.

Mi Xue's gaze swept back and forth over the two of them, and whispered to Guan Mufeng next to him: "The two of them... Seems a little weird, huh?"

Guan Mufeng squinted, not knowing what he saw, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Well, it's a little." ”

As he spoke, he took two steps, stood behind Qiao Yingying, and lowered his voice: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Yingying was startled, and after a while, she turned around, quietly turned her back with one hand, and shook her head at Guan Mufeng a few times: "No... Didn't do anything. ”

"Grilled?" Guan Mufeng asked after glancing at the beef skewer in her other hand, which looked very good.

Qiao Yingying was stunned, first put the beef skewers on the plate, and then took one separately and handed it to him.

"You eat first. Guan Mufeng's gaze fell on the obvious oil stain on her lips, and he squinted.

Qiao Yingying's face suddenly showed a trace of embarrassment, and it took a long time before she slowly stretched out the hand hidden behind her back and whispered, "I... I've already eaten. ”

She held a half-eaten beef skewer in her hand with a look of shame on her face.

"The guards are self-stealing, and you will be punished for eating less of this half of the skewers. Guan Mufeng raised her eyebrows, her slender fingers pinched the bamboo skewers in her hand, took away the meat skewers, and took away the plate.

He walked towards the pavilion, a gentle smile looming between Yingting's eyebrows, and Michelle looked a little dazed.

Her eyes swept over the half-skewered barbecue and Qiao Yingying's slightly red cheeks on the other side, and her heart suddenly sank.