The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

His short hair was damp, and his upper body, exposed to the air, gave him the strength of a leopard.

Almost 5'10", even better than a model.

"How about spaghetti?" Xia Ling suggested.

Since she began to make money, she let Liu Xianxing join her assistant team, and she bought the high-end apartment to give to Liu Xianxing.

Xia Ling herself moved in with Cheng Chen and lived in this comfortable villa.

After so long, Xia Ling missed the spaghetti shop downstairs. It had indeed been a long time since she had eaten spaghetti.

"Okay, then go and change your clothes," Cheng Chen said naturally with a twinkle in his eyes.

Spaghetti was also considered a kind of western food. In order to suit the style of western food, Xia Ling wore a small skirt and put on a little makeup.

In order to cover up her face, she wore a pair of sunglasses. Overall, it looked very fashionable.

When she came out, she found that Cheng Chen had also changed his clothes.

He was wearing a casual-style suit with a gray background color, a flaxen checkered pattern on his body, and a pair of 90% western trousers. It just so happened to accentuate Cheng Chen's temperament. He looked at Xia Ling, half leaning against the door. Xia Ling looked at him, but she felt that something was missing.

"Don't move!" Xia Ling called out.

She took out a curling iron from the room and carefully tidied up the hair on Cheng Chen's forehead.

She brushed his bangs slightly. Then, she looked again. Cheng Chen's peach blossom eyes looked at her with a smile that was not a smile. He wanted to charm her so much that her mind was sucked in.

Xia Ling's heartbeat quickened, and she avoided his eyes.

On the other side, he looked at her slightly red face and smelled the faint smell of fruit on her body.

Cheng Chen wrapped his arms around Xia Ling's slender waist and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I'm not done with your hair yet..." She still had a curling iron in her hand, so Xia Ling could not move her hands. She was afraid that she would not be able to go out today.

"Little vixen!" Cheng Chen muttered. Before he met Xia Ling, Cheng Chen had never realized that he was such a passionate person.

Being together with Xia Ling, Cheng Chen had really gotten to know himself anew!

Xia Ling gave Cheng Chen a kiss.

Cheng Chen's eyes were deep. "Are you sure you want to continue like this?"

If this continued, they would not have to go out to eat anymore.

Xia Ling's eyes blinked, and her expression immediately changed. She smiled and obediently tugged at Cheng Chen's sleeve.

"Don't, I was wrong. Big brother, let's go eat."

She was really hungry. If this continued, she might really become the first woman to be squeezed dry by a man.

"Okay, then follow me." Cheng Chen curled his lips. He held Xia Ling's hand and brought her to the top floor of the villa.

In the night, the sound of a gust of wind came from the top of their heads.

This sound was...

Xia Ling looked over. Under the starry night sky, a helicopter was flying in their direction.

A minute later, the helicopter landed steadily in front of Xia Ling.

"Let's go." Cheng Chen held Xia Ling's hand.

"Where are we going?" It was just going to the city for a meal of spaghetti. Did he need to go to such a big extent?

Cheng Chen said lightly, "I'll take you to Italy."

"To Italy?" Xia Ling was instantly silent. To fly a helicopter to Italy to eat spaghetti, Cheng Chen was so romantic?

The romantic her only felt that it was too troublesome.

It would take at least a few hours to go to Italy, but with her current condition, by the time they reached Italy, she would have starved to death.

"Brother Chen, forget it, I don't want to eat spaghetti anymore. I just want to eat the steak at the downtown restaurant, let's go eat steak. He-he..." Dragging Cheng Chen, Xia Ling tried to change Cheng Chen's decision.