Vol 3 Chapter 97: Beauty Enzhong

If you say that Feng Yiping still has such a kind of suave energy when he is abroad, then when he is in China, he is mostly only young and mature, and at most occasionally, he will escape for a short time in front of people he knows.

So, after getting in the car, he was actually a little nervous.

Why are American cars made big? Because the space in the car is private space.

You said, in this private space, Ma Ling, who flew from thousands of miles away, would nibble if he hugged himself. How would he respond?

Besides, there are still people outside the car!

Fortunately, classmate Ma Ling did what he did in his hometown, and did not bring the US imperialism's own feelings.

Fasten your seat belt properly, "Do you like this car?"

"Yes, masculine, hard, strong, and durable," Feng Yiping said.

"It's high fuel consumption,"

Environmentalists, this is not good.

She didn't do anything else along the way, leaning comfortably on the seat, and when she saw a building that was a bit old, she pointed and asked.

Poorly this baby, in her hometown, apart from a few rare Indian relics, it is estimated that the 260-year-old Independence Hall in Philadelphia is the oldest building.

Feng Yiping took her to the old Quanjude store at the front door. When she saw the *square, her whole face was stuck on the window of the car, "It's spectacular. When I looked upstairs in the hotel, I felt very Shocked, you must show me a good tour."

"Where do you live?"

"Hilton," Ma Ling turned out a card, and Feng Yiping took a look at the Hilton in Chaoyang District.

During the peak dining period, I made a temporary reservation and waited for almost an hour. It was only a box's turn, but the two kept talking and laughing. This waiting time is not difficult.

It was easy to get into the box and wait for the waiter with the menu to exit. Ma Ling, who took off her trench coat and only wore a turtleneck camel cashmere sweater, immediately showed her female side.

He couldn't help but straddle Feng Yiping's lap, holding his face, "Do you miss me?"

Seeing the red lips getting closer, Feng Yiping was really tangled, but he was tangled for a while, and there was no time to think anymore. It should be that Ma Ling had kissed him directly and domineeringly.

Feng Yiping struggled a little bit, scolded himself in his heart, and couldn't help responding, you come and I go, you go in and I retreat, you back and I chase...

Until the box door was knocked twice, then two waiters with plates stood awkwardly at the door, neither entering nor retreating. They haven't stopped yet.

It's not unusual to do this in Ma Ling's home, under the public hall, so. She devoted herself, although she heard the movement, her star eyes were still slightly closed, holding Feng Yiping in her arms and asking for it.

Feng Yiping couldn't even speak, so she finally pulled her away. Her eyes were blurred, and she looked at Feng Yiping puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Feng Yiping with a blush old face. Coughed, "The dishes are here."

As soon as Ma Ling sniffed, he moved seamlessly to the next scene. "Oh, it smells good!"

She got up from Feng Yiping and looked at the plate that the little girl and guy were holding in their hands, "This is the roast duck?"

"Yes, this is the legendary roast duck,"

The two parties, especially Ma Ling, will be fine, just like the intimate, private, and explosive behaviors seen by the Chinese people just now. They are as common as drinking tea. There is no place where you can’t see people. The two of the dishes, blushing, did not dare to lift their heads.

Classmate Ma Ling's chopsticks were naturally not used well, so Feng Yiping carefully rolled one for her, "Try it,"

"Duck meat rolls?" In terms of how they are eaten, they are not much different from the chicken rolls created by American soldiers.

"But this knife is really good," she said, looking at the good piece of duck.

"It's delicious," Ma Ling only took a bite, then stuffed the duck roll into his mouth a few times.

Feng Yiping was already rolling her down, "Did you know that the roast duck in this store has always been made of wood from fruit trees, so have you tasted the fragrance of fruit trees?"

Ma Ling recollected, "It seems to be there."

"Also, do you believe it, this shop, 136 years have passed since the fire was lit in 1864, and the fire that was lit at the beginning has not gone out."

Ma Ling's eyes widened. "It has been burned for 136 years? What a magical country!"

Feng Yiping doesn't like the word magic, as it seems to have a primitive meaning in it.

However, following Ma Ling's added sentence, "That's why you can give birth to someone like you,"

Make him smile immediately, he is so good at talking!

Feng Yiping was about to roll again, but Ma Ling stopped him, "I'll roll it for you,"

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The propagation speed of gossip is really comparable to the speed of light, and the one who came to check them out was obviously not the little girl before. Her eyes were fixed on Ma Ling.

The two of them were almost watched by the waiter in the shop when they went out. That said, many foreigners bring beautiful domestic girls to eat here, and it’s really not true that a beautiful foreign girl like this comes with a Chinese guy. many.

"Go* now?" Feng Yiping asked.

"Eat too much, take me back to the hotel first, take a rest,"

"Hao Le!" Although I couldn't help despising myself a little, Feng Yiping couldn't help being happy when he heard this answer.

Feng Yiping believes that in addition to the lobby manager who is considered qualified, the concierge of the Hilton Hotel and the sister at the front desk must be retrained.

Isn't it just a beautiful foreign girl, Xiaoniao Yiren holding me? What's so surprising!

She has a good view of this room. Standing in front of the window, the magnificent Forbidden City has an unobstructed view. "You know, this palace area was built by an emperor who snatched the throne of his nephew in the early 15th century."

Feng Yiping seems to have nothing to say today, and he likes to talk about these things.

Ma Ling frivolously touched his chin, lazily took off his windbreaker and boots, and walked towards the bedroom swayingly, "Then, you are going to stay there and watch the scenery. still is……,"

Before she finished speaking, she was thrown onto the bed.

She hugged Feng Yiping's head with her backhand, and smiled wildly, "Ha ha, so fast?"

"Don't you know, at the Olympics, did our country's athletes get the gold medal in track and field?"

Feng Yiping didn't pretend to be on her shoulders. He kissed her neck and lifted her hand to take off her sweater, and then with a light stroke, he disarmed Ma Ling's upper body.

She is wearing a skirt today, um, it just saves some trouble.

Ma Ling turned around, breathing quickly to meet Feng Yiping's kiss, and untied his belt with both hands. After rustling for a while, her whispering chanting sounded in the room...

Young people, good kidneys, you know, it’s not easy to get together once thousands of miles away, so, you know, when they finally hug exhausted and lie on the bed, the setting sun has dyed the clouds on the horizon with red edges .

"How many days can I stay?" Feng Yiping asked, stroking Ma Ling's smooth back.

"School starts on the 18th and we plan to spend a week in Hawaii," Ma Ling said. "Can you stay here tonight?"

"I have been with you these days," Feng Yiping said, "I'm sorry...,"

Ma Ling immediately blocked her mouth, "Don't tell me," she shook her head, "I have many places I want to go, such as the Great Wall, the Terracotta Warriors in Xi'an, and Hukou Waterfall?"

"Yes, Hukou Waterfall, I will take you there." Feng Yiping kissed her affectionately. "From tomorrow, will you move to my house?"

Ma Ling was a little happy, a little hesitant, "Is it convenient?"

"I have been living in a newly renovated house near the school these past few days, UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Yeah!" Ma Ling jumped up naked, "Then go now, I want to eat your Chinese food,"

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For the next five days, Feng Yiping flew non-stop with Ma Ling to appreciate the famous scenery and delicacies in the country. Four days later, he returned to the capital. It was night and it was naturally lingering.

But this time, Ma Ling couldn’t make the difference as free and easy as last time. In the terminal, although he didn’t cry, his eyes kept red, “It’s okay. I have already applied for the exchange student program. In the second half of this year, You can get to America,"

"Really?" Ma Ling burst into laughter.

"Really, but," Feng Yiping hesitated.

"I know, but as long as you get closer to me, I'm happy," she finally couldn't help but said, and after she said it, she was very uncomfortable, "Well, remember to send me an email then."

He wiped his face indiscriminately with his hands, just like last time, and walked towards the security checkpoint without looking back. (To be continued.)