Lunch was plentiful.

A rectangular table with a plain white openwork tablecloth is filled with a large table full of dishes.

Flying in the sky, running on the earth, and swimming in the water, you name it.

The meat and vegetables are well matched, and the colors are also very good-looking.

In the restaurant, the smell is fragrant.

Qin Shuyi sat at the top of the place.

Jun Moting and Qin Ye are two brothers, one left and one right, sitting on either side of her.

Looking at Jun Moting directly opposite, the corners of Qin Ye's mouth pressed downward.

In front of him was Jun Moting's 10,000-year-old cold face, and beside him was a "mother" who needed to be careful at all times, under the double pressure, Qin Ye felt that he would definitely not be able to swallow.

But as soon as he moved his chopsticks, Qin Ye's thoughts were passively dispelled.

With white fungus soup to explore the way, Qin Shuyi asked herself that she had mastered the dietary preferences of her two sons.

Dishes with light taste, such as stewed beef brisket and braised fried vegetables with pescatine, Qin Shuyi sandwiched them into Qin Ye's dish one by one.

Those that are sweet, such as sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded sweet potatoes, fish-flavored shredded meat, etc., all appeared in Jun Moting's bowl.

is also a dish stacked high like a hill, and the mood of the two brothers is obviously very different.

Looking at Jun Moting's face with a somewhat cracked expression, Qin Ye was in a good mood.

The food is closed, the mood is comfortable, and the one that Qin Ye eats is called refreshing.

There is no harm without contrast.

Jun Moting's mood is not beautiful.

What's more, in his stomach, there are two bowls of sweet rock sugar white fungus soup at the moment.

In front of him, where can he eat this vegetable mountain?

However, as soon as his expression was slightly tangled, and his speed was a little slow, the expression on Qin Shuyi's face was wrong.

"Mo Ting, isn't it delicious?"

"Mo Ting, it's my mother who has caught too much, right?"

……

Jun Moting was a little depressed.

But on the contrary, the kid opposite him ate a crisp, and in comparison, he was a big man, but he looked gentle.

The murderous aura in his eyes couldn't suppress and rushed towards Qin Ye, and Jun Moting took a big gulp.

When Jun Moting was about to lose his food, Qin Ye put down his chopsticks, "I'm full." ”

With a sigh of relief, Jun Moting glanced at Qin Ye with cold eyes.

Count you kid as a good friend!

After lunch, Jun Moting was going out.

After saying hello to Qin Shuyi, when he turned around, he met Qin Ye's pitiful eyes.

Please take it!

The more time you spend together, the more likely you are to goof.

After a little groaning, Jun Moting nodded in agreement.

Qin Ye almost cried with joy.

Ten minutes later, the black Maybach phantom drove out of the villa.

In the back seat, Jun Moting, who was dressed in a black suit, was cold and evil, and his domineering appearance was exposed.

And beside Jun Moting, Qin Ye, who was dressed in a silver-gray casual suit, leaned on the back of the seat and looked indifferently at the scenery outside the window.

What's going on with the inexplicable fit aura?

After glancing in the rearview mirror, the driver couldn't help but straighten his back, and the original 12 points of caution became 120,000 points.

More than half an hour later, Maybach drove into an estate.

followed the waiter all the way to the banquet hall, and when he came out of the elevator, Jun Moting stopped.

"I'll talk about things, you feel free."

It seemed that he was not worried at all about what would happen to Qin Ye alone, Jun Moting finished speaking, raised his feet and left.

After taking a few steps, he turned back with a grim face, "Don't make trouble." ”

Don't make trouble?

Qin Ye put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jun Moting with a cool expression.

Don't make trouble? Hehe......

Relive her life, she's here to cause trouble, right?

It was quiet and relatively speechless, but Jun Moting felt that he seemed to understand the meaning behind the young man's silence.

His eyes deepened, but he didn't know what to say.

In silence, Qin Ye shrugged his shoulders and compromised, "I'll try my best." ”

As much as possible?

Jun Moting's face darkened.

After being silent for a long time, he glanced at Qin Ye with a deep gaze, and Jun Moting turned around and left.