Chapter 227: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (6)
Perhaps it was because Han Zhiyao was too frank with Li Ziyan, or perhaps it was because he was really shrewd and good at reading people's minds. After the two of them talked, Li Ziyan felt less nervous.
Because it was already dark and Li Ziyan was still wearing women's clothes, they were afraid that if Li Ziyan changed his clothes, it would attract the attention of Adjutant Liu and others, so they simply drove Li Ziyan back to a small road near the Pear Garden and parked in a corner. Han Zhiyao personally sent Li Ziyan back to the small gate before quietly leaving.
"Don't let the old lady know what happened today."
"clear."
Han Zhiyao naturally knew that Adjutant Liu was reliable. He just said this to the driver. A drop of sweat fell on the driver's forehead when he heard this. Fortunately, Adjutant Liu had reminded him today, otherwise he might not be able to control his mouth.
When he got home, the old lady was sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Seeing him come back, she scolded him, "Why don't you have so much work to do? You're back so late. Don't work yourself up. You just came back from the war, and I want to nourish you well."
"Don't worry, grandma. I just ran into some friends and talked for a while. I'm not tired."
The old lady sighed, feeling sorry for her grandson, and hurriedly asked someone to prepare the meal. She walked to Han Zhiyao and handed his clothes to the maid beside her, but was stopped by Han Zhiyao.
"Don't wash these clothes yet."
"You've been wearing this all day. It's so hot and you're all sweaty. Why don't you take a shower?"
"It's useful to me, grandma, just leave it there." Han Zhiyao lowered his head to avoid the old lady's sight. It was not that it was useful to him, but this clothes had been covered on Li Ziyan's body, and it had a camellia fragrance when he put it on. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't want anyone else to touch it.
The old lady naturally didn't care about such trivial matters. She waved her hand and asked the maid to leave. The two sat down at the dining table together. The old lady took a stack of black and white photos from the maid who followed behind her.
"During the time you were away from home, I found a lot of beautiful girls for you. Take a good look and see if there is any that catches your eye."
Those who could afford to have their pictures taken were naturally those with power or wealth, so it went without saying that the girls in these photos were definitely from families that were well-matched to their Han family. Han Zhiyao opened his mouth to refuse, but seeing the old lady's cold and displeased expression, he could only shut up.
"Okay, okay, grandma, can you wait until I finish my meal? I've been hungry all afternoon."
"Okay, eat, and then watch here after you finish eating."
"Oh." What else could Han Zhiyao do? He naturally went along with the old lady, fearing that she would be angry. He ate the rice in the bowl in big mouthfuls and only stopped after eating three or four bowls.
The old lady was still waiting beside him. When she saw him finish eating, she asked people to clear away the dishes, pulled Han Zhiyao to sit on the sofa, and handed him the photo.
Han Zhiyao looked at the photos in his hand, falling backwards one by one. He didn't say anything, but his brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.
He had no intention of commenting on the good or bad, beautiful or ugly of these girls. He just didn't like any of them no matter how he looked at them. Their facial features were not as pretty as Li Ziyan's, their waists were not as slender as Li Ziyan's, and their legs were not as long as Li Ziyan's. He didn't know why he wanted to compare these girls with Li Ziyan. But when he realized it, he had already looked at all the photos, but he didn't pick any of them out.
"You didn't like any of them after reading them?"
"Grandma, I really don't have anyone I like, and we've never met before. Even if we did, our personalities might not be compatible. How about you take your time? If your grandson meets someone he likes during this period, I will definitely bring him to you."
The old lady had anticipated this outcome, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She raised her hand and slapped Han Zhiyao on the arm, "You little bastard, since you don't like the one I chose for you, then you better pick a granddaughter-in-law for me right now! Otherwise, don't even step foot into our Han family's door anymore, or I won't cook for you!"
Although she said so, the old lady still felt sorry for her grandson. A slap on the face was useless. She picked up the photo and went back to the house angrily. Han Zhiyao didn't dare to go to the old lady and make her angry. He could only smile helplessly, picked up his clothes and went back to the room.
Han Zhiyao smiled as he recalled his conversation with Li Ziyan today. Instead of going out to chat with some pretty girls, it was better to stay with Li Ziyan. It was pleasing to the eye and they could talk. Han Zhiyao's eyes darkened. He hesitated and picked up his clothes and sniffed them, but his face showed some satisfaction.
The next morning, Han Zhiyao left early and went to the opera house. Li Ziyan had no performance today, so he planned to go to the opera house to chat with Li Ziyan.
"If you come next time, please let me know in advance. I never made any preparations and kept you waiting here in vain."
After what happened yesterday, the relationship between the two people was not awkward at all, but rather felt closer. Li Ziyan glanced at Han Zhiyao, who was sitting on a stool in casual clothes, and smiled, "This is the first time I've seen you without a military uniform. I'm a little uncomfortable."
"Isn't it pretty?"
"It looks good, but the feeling is a little different." Han Zhiyao's eyebrows are extremely aggressive, and a slight frown can reveal a murderous aura. When he wears a military uniform, this majesty is maximized. When he changes into such a long gown, he adds a touch of elegance.
Han Zhiyao couldn't help but say no. He took a sip of tea and found it sweet. He looked at Li Ziyan, who was wearing a light grey gown. He felt a little disappointed, but he was soon attracted to Li Ziyan.
The people around him had been dismissed. Han Zhiyao looked at Li Ziyan, who was sitting next to him drinking tea, and said to himself, "Why aren't you wearing a cheongsam today? The cheongsam you wore yesterday looked particularly beautiful."
Li Ziyan was drinking tea, and when he heard Han Zhiyao's words, he almost choked, and his sleeves were covered with tea stains. Han Zhiyao was also annoyed, but he smiled and handed him his handkerchief, wiping Li Ziyan's cheeks and lips.
"Sorry, sorry, I was too abrupt."
Li Ziyan waved his hand and looked up at the other person. Because of coughing, the corners of his eyes were a little red, as if he was scolding him. Han Zhiyao tightened his fingertips and his eyes trembled a few times.
"It's inconvenient anyway. I can't wear it every day in the opera house. Besides, yesterday..." Linxia didn't say the rest of the sentence, but Han Zhiyao knew it. A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. Li Ziyan is too handsome. His appearance is easy to attract others' covetousness no matter when or where he is.
Moreover, Li Ziyan cannot easily reveal his true gender, as doing so might bring even greater disaster.
An idea flashed through his mind. Han Zhiyao reached out and placed his hand on Li Ziyan's shoulder, feeling his body temperature through the not-so-smooth fabric. "Can we be considered friends?"
"certainly."
"Then Zi Yan, if you want to go out wearing women's clothes in the future, please call me. I will not let you encounter such a thing again."
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