Idiot, Weirdo!

"Hey, I'm hungry."

Gong Yifeng stretched out his long legs and kicked Gu Wan'an's butt in disgust, his tone full of rightfulness.

She had rushed to the airport in the afternoon and hadn't eaten anything. Hearing him shout that he was hungry, Gu Wan'an also felt hungry and her stomach even made a gurgling sound.

She frowned and stood up.

Watching the woman's figure disappear from his sight, Gong Yifeng was extremely satisfied and hummed a little tune.

At least she had some foresight. She must have gone to look for a meal.

Twenty minutes later, Gu Wan'an returned with a bag in her hand.

Gong Yifeng got up, his arms crossed. "What's there to eat? Seafood or France cuisine?"

He was still alone in his beautiful fantasy.

At his words, Gu Wan'an glanced at him coldly and threw out two words, "Lunch box."

Gong Yifeng staggered and almost hurt his waist. "Lunch… lunch… lunch box?"