Shen Qianshu didn't eat much for breakfast, so he took a plate of bread, a glass of milk and an egg. The little boy's appetite was great, and the man in black helped him bring three whole plates.

Bread, meat, vegetables, noodles, all of them.

One of the plates is full of fruit.

Zhong Ran's mouth smoked.

"Young master, you haven't become a fat man. It's really... Enviable." Children's paintings who ate a lot of dinner killed several packages of snacks while listening to the story. They had such an appetite in the morning.

The little boy ignored him and began to enjoy delicious food.

Really delicious.

Zhong ran found that the young master's taste was similar to that of his family.

Not everyone likes eating olives with relish.

"Shen Qianshu, go and change your clothes." Ye Ling said, unlike words, Ye Ling was like a feudal parent in ancient times, who began to dictate the dress of his daughter, and the sour gas in his tone was soaring, and was about to overflow.

"What clothes to change? I want to wear mother and child clothes with children's paintings." Shen Qianshu said in confusion.

No, it's really wide-ranging. The problem is, what's your business..

"Turkey is a * * * country."

The little boy painted his eyes blinking, blinking, he was still young, and he didn't know much about this national custom. The only thing he knew was that the neuropathy began to be picky again. However, he didn't want to be offended by this painless pickiness.

I'll wait until I'm full.

"During this period, I respect Turkey very much. During this period, I'm all regular trousers and skirts, which is almost like taking the lead in yarn. This is Istanbul, the Eurasian cultural integration area. In addition to * * *, there are a lot of Catholics and atheists, and their clothes are not so conservative." Shen Qianshu said that a girl wearing a low cut suspender happened to enter the restaurant. "It's very implicit that I didn't wear it like this."

"Mommy, I think you'll look better than her. Let's go shopping and buy one later." When children's paintings eat, take time to express their opinions.

"Good!"

Ye Ling looked at Shen Qianshu expressionless, and Zhong ran thought, oh, mom, this possessiveness is really terrible, and his legs are not shown to others.

"Debauchery!" Ye lingnu.

Shen Qianshu, "..."

The people in black were silent collectively.

Dashao, are you sure you're not jealous?

The little boy was eating noodles, with a piece of noodles in his mouth and a piece on the plate. He stared at him dumbfounded. His mouth sucked all the noodles into his mouth, trying to swallow them down. He was stingy, "who are you scolding?"

Shen Qianshu is not angry, but feels a little happy. What's wrong with this man?

Oh, after all, it's psychosis. Don't worry about him.

As long as it's not out of control like last night.

It doesn't look like it.

Several beauties with suspender skirts came in, talking and laughing. Shen Qianshu looked at Yeling with leisure. Yeling wanted to go and throw all the women out, which was simply unsightly and spoiled Shen Qianshu.

"Sir, aren't you going to Greece?"

Subtext, when to leave.

"Leave tomorrow." Ye Ling's tone made you dare to have a disappointed expression, so I cut off your son's meaning.

Shen Qianshu immediately showed a pair of joy to welcome you to travel with us.

The day after tomorrow, Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua will return to China.

Zhong ran was simply the spokesman of Yeling, and asked very considerately, "Miss Shen, what's the arrangement today?"

"Tong Hua and I are going to bazaar."