Chapter 31: Thirty-two star CEO's little sweetheart thirty-one

However, feeling her resistance, Cheng Chen's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

The next second, Xia Ling's body was directly suspended in the air. "Ah, ah, ah!"

Screaming was useless. Cheng Chen carried her on his shoulder and steadily stepped onto the helicopter.

In front of Cheng Chen, the 1.65-meter-tall Xia Ling was like a doll. She was carried away just like that.

Xia Ling: "..." System, please give me the body of the Diamond Barbie!

Under the night sky, the helicopter flew towards the country on the other side of the ocean.

On the helicopter, Cheng Chen prepared dessert for Xia Ling.

A very beautiful macaroon pastry, a frozen high-grade chocolate, and a very nice looking pancake roll.

Xia Ling quickly took care of these things and barely filled her stomach. She could feel that these things were very expensive, but no matter how expensive they were, to her currently starving state, they were not as practical as an egg roll.

Rubbing her stomach she felt it was half full. These things were only enough to fill the gaps between her teeth.

"Looks like you're really hungry " Cheng Chen looked at her with a deep gaze.

Of course, it was rare for her to have free time. Xia Ling, who was on vacation, did not have the time to see the scenery or eat any delicious food.

Previously, it was nanny Li who took care of the food and accommodation, but nanny Li was busy today, and there was not much food in the villa. Xia Ling had not eaten for a whole day!

"Not bad." Xia Ling curled her lips and pretended not to be hungry.

It was the same day that she had not eaten, but Cheng Chen appeared to be very strong. Could it be that he was made of iron? Xia Ling thought to herself, and then Cheng Chen suddenly made a move.

He clapped his hands, and a chef came from the direction of the private kitchen of the helicopter.

"Boss!" The chef came over to wait for orders.

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"You don't have to serve the last sauce duck."

Sauce! Duck?

When she heard these two words, Xia Ling unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

The duck, which had been roasted until it was bright and fragrant with sauce, had been sliced, scallions added, and rolled into a pancake. As long as she took a bite, the full taste of the sauce would be full of stimulation on her taste buds.

"Boss, boss, brother Chen, I was wrong. I'm hungry, I'm starving to death!" She threw all caution to the wind and tugged at Cheng Chen's sleeve, looking at him pitifully.

Beside the porthole of the private helicopter, there was a dim light on the fuselage. Outside the porthole, it was a deep blue night. Inside, Cheng Chen looked at her, his skin covered by her skin. A smile flashed in his eyes, but there was a gentleness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

In a daze, Xia Ling looked again, and Cheng Chen's eyes had already become indifferent.

"Bring the sauce duck up," he said to the chef.

And so, a plate of sauce duck, rolls, and shredded green onions were brought over by the chef.

Previously, the dessert had cost more than a hundred thousand yuan, and Xia Ling had wolfed it down. Now, a plate of sauce duck that cost a few hundred yuan, she was chewing it slowly.

"What are you looking at?" Xia Ling ate the sauce duck and felt that the world's delicacies were nothing more than this, but when she looked up, she saw Cheng Chen looking at her thoughtfully.

"Looking at you." Cheng Chen smiled.

"Looking at me for what?" Xia Ling was puzzled.

Cheng Chen took a tissue and wiped the sauce off Xia Ling's lips. He smiled and said, "Look at how easy it is to raise you."

Xia Ling did not understand what Cheng Chen was saying. After eating the sauce duck, she was finally satisfied.

The helicopter flew over Italy and landed on the tarmac of Milan Cathedral.

Xia Ling stood up and followed behind Cheng Chen.

When she was about to get off the helicopter, her slender hand suddenly covered her eyes.

"Don't look! Follow me!"

Cheng Chen's lowered voice was a little special, but his eyes were covered. Xia Ling turned her head, but she could not see his expression.