Chapter 314: Delivering the Head in Person



Chapter 314: Delivering the Head in Person

Zhong Zhuoying blinked in surprise when she heard this, "Why do you say that?"

The man smiled and said, "Because you two look alike!"

Zhong Zhuoying was stunned for a moment, then she moved closer to Yan Ai, their faces touching, "Are they really that similar?"

Everyone nodded, and the girl with black-framed glasses said, "At least 40% similar. If you don't believe me, ask your boyfriend."

Zhong Zhuoying looked at Chen Hao. Chen Hao pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and smiled gently, "There are some similarities, especially the eyes."

Zhong Zhuoying was stunned again, then turned to look at Yan Ai, and smiled as if she had suddenly realized something, "No wonder Professor Yan is so kind to me, it turns out it's because I look like you, Xiao Ai!"

Yan Ai smiled noncommittally. It turned out that they were digging holes and laying wires here.

"Professor Yan?" someone asked doubtfully, "Which Professor Yan?"

"He's a professor in my elective course," Zhong Zhuoying explained to everyone, "He's Xiaoai's father."

Chen Hao's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, immediately fell on Yan Ai. His seemingly gentle smile held a hint of secret joy. "So you two are so destined to be together."

Yan Ai raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly, and the smile on Chen Hao's lips suddenly stopped.

Was he dazzled? Otherwise, why would Yan Ai's glance at him just now have such a chilling feeling?

Just when Chen Hao wanted to take a closer look, Yan Ai had already withdrawn her gaze and said softly, "Zhuo Ying and I are quite predestined."

The fate of personally delivering your head to your door.

“So I cherish it.”

Zhong Zhuoying seemed very moved after hearing Yan Ai's words, "Me too!"

Then she picked up a cocktail in front of her and handed it to Yan Ai, saying, "This cocktail was personally mixed for me by the bar owner. He said it's a special for my birthday. Xiao Ai, try it for me first, and then tell me what it tastes like."

As he said this, he handed the wine glass to Yan Ai again.

It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation.

Yan Ai looked at the glass of wine. The colorful liquid sparkled with an alluring luster under the light.

She looked at Zhong Zhuoying calmly, "Sorry, Zhuoying, I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Ah?" Zhong Zhuoying seemed startled by her words, and then her hand trembled, and the wine in the glass spilled onto Yan Ai's clothes, leaving a puddle of water.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ai!" Zhong Zhuoying quickly put down her wine glass, looking apologetic and helpless. "I didn't know you were allergic to alcohol. I..."

Yan Ai raised her eyes and smiled, "It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom and clean up."

Before Yan Ai even stood up, the fashionable girl said, "Wait a minute, my birthday gift for Zhuoying happens to be a dress. How about you put it on first, and I'll give Zhuoying another gift later."

Zhong Zhuoying said happily, "Really? That's great."

Then he turned to Yan Ai and said, "Xiao Ai, our figures seem similar, so that skirt should fit you well."

"That's your birthday present. Isn't it a bad idea?" Yan Ai hesitated.

"I was the one who soiled your clothes, so I should be the one to buy you a new dress."

As she spoke, Zhong Zhuoying found the new skirt and thrust it into Yan Ai's hand without further ado, "Go change!"

Yan Ai had no choice but to nod.

There is a private bathroom in the box, but it is a bit far away and requires passing through a tunnel-like corridor.

"The bathroom is over there. I also want to go to the bathroom. Let me take you there." Another girl stood up with a smile and enthusiastically walked forward to take Yan Ai's arm.

Yan Ai did not refuse and let her hold her arm and walk to the bathroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she heard Zhong Zhuoying's extremely proud voice from the micro-monitor in her ear.

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