"Fu Ling, you bastard Yingluo!"
After the slap, Wen Cheng threw the milk and cake at Fu Ling.
Fu Ling's face and clothes were all covered with milk cake.
Wen Cheng glared at him angrily, then stood up and left.
Fu Ling looked at Wen Cheng who left in a Huff. He raised his hand in a daze and touched his painful face.
This slap was not weak.
It was clear that Wen Cheng was really furious.
However, Fu Ling did not regret it at all. He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling willfully.
If he could kiss Wen Cheng again, he would not be angry even if she slapped him ten times.
Not to mention ten, even if it was a hundred, he would be willing.
After that, Wen Cheng refused to sit alone with Fu Ling.
Fu Ling did not want to annoy Wen Cheng anymore, so he stopped pestering her.
The plane landed and everyone got off.
