An hour and a half before Page and their departure to the airport, a bowl of porridge was finally brought to them.

The bowl of porridge made by the sexy oriental female stars who were impressed by them was served in a bowl with gold edges.

"Thank you," Paige took a sip, pretending it was too hot, stirring it with a spoon.

Brin looked at Page, took a sip, and then looked at Feng Yiping who was eating sweetly, "Is it because we are slow to taste, or is your bowl better?"

This kid is not used to this kind of oil-free and salt-free thing.

"You can try it," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

"I want to add sugar," he said with a frown.

"No," Feng Yiping said it almost at the same time as Marika.

Page glanced at them strangely, "Why?"

Feng Yiping made a call to the other side, and Marika nodded, "Sugar and dairy products will increase the burden on the digestive system."

Because there are three wealthy people here with a combined net worth of nearly $50 billion, she is very well-behaved and does not mention words such as "diarrhea".

"Look, this is the difference between children raised in developing countries and children raised in developed countries," Feng Yiping impaired the two sentences.

In fact, before having children, he was not clear about such things. After having children, he learned a lot of common sense in life.

Parents are the first teachers of their children. This is not just a saying. Teaching each other makes sense. The process of raising children is actually another process of our own growth.

But Bulling always felt that there seemed to be something tricky in the middle. He tasted a spoonful of it in Feng Yiping's bowl without saying anything, "It seems that yours is going to be something delicious."

Haha, this guy!

Page looked at the bowl of porridge in front of Feng Yiping, and seemed to want to taste it. At this time, Brin whispered in his ear, and he immediately started to laugh, and it was a little ambiguous.

Feng Yiping smiled and pointed at the two of them. He knew that what Blin said must be not serious.

Feng Yiping, who is known for his accurate vision, was not wrong this time. What Brin said to Page was, "Because Feng's bowl of porridge contains more thoughts."

Looking at the three usually arrogant people in front of me, interacting in front of me with no other sight, Marica, who was relaxed on the surface, but was actually quite nervous on the mind, finally felt a little relieved, "I have prepared this,"

She took out two more glass bottles from the food box, and Page immediately shouted, "Pickled cucumber!"

Feng Yiping was very sure that even if his girlfriend Annie appeared here, he probably wouldn't be so excited.

There is no way, Americans, they have an incomprehensible myth about pickled cucumbers.

Originally, the word pickle refers to the meaning of pickle, such as pickled                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

With their stubbornness, they naturally formed a very large series, such as 100% acid, 20% acid... until 100% acid.

There is almost one passage in many supermarkets that are used to store pickled cucumbers.

An American, whether he comes from the East Coast or the West Coast, whether he comes from the cold Alaska or the hot Hawaii, will definitely have a special liking for a certain pickled cucumber.

Let me put it this way, even the White House, in addition to those tall offices, also has a room for the president and his wife to pickle cucumbers.

That is to say, Bush and Laura's parents-in-law will also "Wash the cucumbers and I will pickle them" in the White House - this seems to be very suitable for the fairy match.

Americans love pickled cucumbers. Even Koreans who treat kimchi as treasures are unreasonable because there are certainly few Koreans who treat kimchi as snacks, but many Americans do this. Not only do they add sour cucumbers to hamburgers, hot dogs, sandwiches..., and many dishes, they really treat sour cucumbers as snacks.

If you find a few cucumbers in a bag of an American young girl, don’t think about it in a wrong place, that’s really what she used as a snack.

Oh, by the way, the cucumbers used in the United States for pickled cucumbers are generally fat, but they are very short.

"This is provided by a General Motors executive," Marika just explained, and was surprised to see that the two super rich people had already picked up one and chewed it out in a very unrealistic way, and their faces were intoxicated by honey.

This is so satisfying! She thought.

Feng Yiping is much more reserved. Originally, he could drink white porridge very deliciously. The bottle Marika took out was a Chinese-flavored pickled cabbage, which can only be regarded as the flower added on the cake.

"Thank you for your worries,"

"This is a friend of mine who brought it from a Chinese company called Huawei," Marika said.

That really puts some heart into practice.

American companies in Bangalore are everywhere, but Chinese companies are rare. The most well-known one is Huawei. In 1999, Huawei set up R&D institutions here with a forward-looking attitude.

Such a small bottle of pickled cabbage must have taken her a lot of thought.

"It's good that you like it," Marika felt like she was selected by a big Hollywood movie.

She sat there, feeling full of excitement.

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At the hotel entrance, Page looked at Feng Yiping with a slight silence. Finally, when the car door was closed, Page still grabbed Feng Yiping. He waved to Marika, who was still tactful and still on the roof and did not come down, patted Feng Yiping's shoulder, and finally said one sentence, "Take care,"

"Don't worry," Feng Yiping understood what they meant.

By the way, if the relationship wasn't really good, they wouldn't have been worried about this.

"Ru Han, don't let Jingping know about what happened last night," he said to Lin Ruhan, who came to pick up Peppa and the others.

"Okay boss,"

Before the convoy set off, Feng Yiping saw that Blin quietly made a "come" gesture to himself.

This guy!

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Feng Yiping returned to the lounge chair on the top floor, and his body was indeed a little weak. Fortunately, with Mike there, he could handle many things.

Marika was naturally a little happy. She supported her chin with her hands and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, "I thought, as a rich man like you, I would definitely have endless work," she said.

"Is this okay, are we human rights?" Instead of sleeping upstairs alone and having a beautiful woman accompanying you, it is always a more pleasant thing.

Patients are just to be in a happy mood.

"Hahaha," Marika covered her mouth and giggled, and there was another wave of turbulence. "I didn't expect that a super rich man like you would actually feel that he has no human rights?"

"So, from a distance, the beautiful and mysterious people and things are seen, as long as you look closer, you will find that they are neither mysterious nor beautiful," Feng Yiping glanced at her.

"I am very honored to have the opportunity to get in touch with a super rich man like you. I still find your life very novel," she said, but she did not care about mentioning Feng Yiping's super rich man.

"It's no different. When you come to you, you should eat your stomach first, and you will get rid of it, right?"

"Haha," two laughters sounded, and the other was Mike who was still coming up with Feng Yiping.

“As an Indian, I’m sorry to have you had this experience, so I feel it’s very necessary to do something for you.”

"Thank you, you've done enough,"

"No, I think this is not enough," Marika leaned closer, lowered her head slightly, and Feng Yiping turned his eyes calmly, "That, don't look at it inappropriately."

He has a very intuitive understanding of the size of the person in front of him. From the movie "Love Resentment", when he lay down, he was as big as a sea bowl, which was very and quite spectacular.

"I heard you were going to Mumbai?" she asked.

This cannot be hidden. There have been public reports on his next itinerary in local newspapers and even in New Delhi newspapers.

"Yes, I hope to go there to see it," as a businessman, I can go to India without going to New Delhi, and Mumbai must go to see it, because it is the commercial center of India and the commercial capital of India.

"I just happened to be going home. Can I leave a seat for me on your plane?" Marika stared at Feng Yiping intently.

"You know, my plane just left and sent Page and the others back to the United States,"

"That happens, I was planning to charter a flight. Can I have the honor to invite you to join me?"

This is really impossible to refuse.

So, in the afternoon, another person was added to the special plane sent by Tata Group to pick up Feng Yiping.

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We have to say that no matter what, it is always a pleasant thing to be with the people who come with a complimentary woman.

The special plane sent by Tata Group is much more luxurious than the Gulfstream that advocates simplicity. As an ancient civilization, India is also very good at decorating luxuriously.

Just say that the main seat where Feng Yiping and his others sit is much more luxurious than his own, and it takes up more space. In fact, it has a small difference from other seats.

After boarding the plane, Mike and the others seemed very tired and quickly closed their eyes. Only Marika whispered to Feng Yiping to introduce some of the situation in Mumbai.

The two sat face to face. In order to let Feng Yiping hear her words, Marika often lay on the table, which forced Feng Yiping to look out the window often, that, don't look at it inappropriately.

“My favorite Mumbai landscape is the Boulevard,” Marika said.

At this time, Feng Yiping on the opposite side moved for a moment, Marika blushed, and she quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry,"

Feng Yiping smiled, "Blame me,"

He really couldn't answer this sentence, "It's okay,"

Just now, under the table, the two people's thighs were intimately in contact.

Feng Yiping subconsciously bounced away immediately, so his movements were a bit big.

The two of them who were having a happy chat just now were a little silent. Just then, the flight attendant came over and said, "Mr. Feng, do you have any need?"

Feng Yiping shook his head, but Marika opposite brought her a satellite phone, "There are no special arrangements tonight," she asked.

"It's still a break tonight. I'll visit Tata Group headquarters tomorrow morning."

"Oh, that's good," she smiled and started calling.
To be continued...