Qiao Zhen listened patiently to Du's mother's instructions. Finally, when she was about to get tired of hearing them, Du Feng took her to her old friend's house to play mahjong.
Du Feng made an "OK" sign with the back of his hand behind his back, and Qiao Zhen couldn't help but laugh.
She went back to her room to pack her luggage, and the next day Du Feng took her to T City. The original owner of this body had a terrible sense of direction. When she was a junior in college, she got lost on her way to a film set, and her phone was out of battery. Du Feng used his connections to find her approximate address, but he still didn't find her until the next day.
Because the original owner was sheltering from the wind under the bridge at night, and the place was remote and had no cameras, Du Feng sent out dozens of people but still couldn't find the original owner huddled under the bridge.
From then on, Du Feng never dared to let Qiao Zhen go to far places alone again. Even if she went out alone, he would make sure her phone was fully charged and that GPS location was turned on so that he could know her whereabouts at any time.
After arriving in T City, Du Feng specially handed Qiao Zhen over to Fan Zhao, and asked Fan Zhao to pay close attention to Qiao Zhen's diet. Then he scratched Qiao Zhen's head until it was a mess before leaving.
"My idol, don't listen to him. I'm a very self-aware person," Qiao Zhen patted her chest to assure him.
Fan Zhao listened but didn't take it to heart, and strictly controlled the quality of his three meals a day.
But on the third day, Qiao Zhen finally couldn't control her cravings and started buying potato chips, cola, fries, chocolate, and all sorts of spicy snacks.
God the hell have any self-awareness!
Fan Zhao kept a particularly strict watch on Qiao Zhen.
At this point, Qiao Zhen would plead with him desperately, and stage a dramatic palace drama or a heart-wrenching love story in a wealthy family, leaving Fan Zhao overwhelmed.
At 9:30 p.m. that night, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, but Qiao Zhen sneaked into the elevator. She hadn't eaten potato chips for half a month and was really suffering.
She successfully bought a large bag of snacks from the supermarket, but when she returned, she saw Fan Zhao waiting outside her room. She was instantly miserable.
She felt so miserable; she hadn't even seduced him, yet he was still so nosy.
Fan Zhao leaned against the wall. "You're back?"
Qiao Zhen subconsciously hugged all the snacks to her chest. "Um, how long have you been waiting, my idol?"
"A few minutes." Fan Zhao winked at Qiao Zhen. "Open the door."
Qiao Zhen obediently opened the door and welcomed Fan Zhao in. She specially placed a large bag of snacks on the bedside table. "My god, are you calling me so late to talk about the script?"
"No." Fan Zhao felt a little annoyed. "Du Feng told me to watch you and not let you eat snacks. Did you take them out yourself, or did I have to snatch them from you?"
Qiao Zhen was instantly stunned. "Don't listen to him! I haven't eaten a bag of potato chips in a month! Your Majesty! You can't believe that little bitch Du Feng's one-sided story! That's my heart, my liver, three-quarters of my life! I can't live without it!"
Fan Zhao ignored her and went straight to Qiao Zhen's bedside to take away a large bag of snacks. Perhaps Qiao Zhen's pleading eyes softened his heart, so he left a bag of barbecue-flavored potato chips. "Here you go. Also, I understand why you want to eat potato chips. No one understands you better than me."
Qiao Zhen tore open the packaging, picked up a potato chip, and stuffed it into Fan Zhao's mouth. "Since you want some too, I can share a little with you. I'm very generous!"
Fan Zhao chewed with a strange expression, then rushed to the toilet and vomited violently.
Qiao Zhen was completely baffled. He wanted to eat, but then vomited. Could it be an allergic reaction? She immediately put down the potato chips and ran into the bathroom, quickly running some cold water and handing it to Fan Zhao. "Are you having an allergic reaction?"
Fan Zhao shook his head, took the water glass from Qiao Zhen and rinsed his mouth. "No."
Qiao Zhen was relieved. "If it wasn't you, why did you vomit like this?"
Fan Zhao remained silent for a short while.
Qiao Zhen could tell he didn't want to talk, so she helped him up and said, "Let's go outside and sit down for a while."
Fan Zhao let Qiao Zhen manipulate him, his gaze fixed on Qiao Zhen's hands the entire time. He confessed, "My mouth and lips have no sensory abilities, so I can't taste temperature or flavor."
"And what did you just do?"
"I don't know what happened. You were warm when you touched me last time, and the potato chips you just gave me also smelled, but the smell was too strong for me, so I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."
Qiao Zhen: [Little Zero! Why aren't you getting out here right now?!]
Xiao Ling: [Your servant is here. Please give your orders.]
Qiao Zhen: [What's wrong with Fan Zhao's mouth? Didn't I tell you not to give me any cheat codes related to the mission targets? Are you ignoring me or what?]
Xiao Ling, completely bewildered, replied: "I didn't use any cheats, I really don't know anything about this."
Qiao Zhen frowned involuntarily. [Alright, you can leave now.]
Xiao Ling: [Covering up.]
Another thick red exclamation mark.
Fan Zhao was somewhat uneasy. He was very cautious about this matter in front of others, and almost no one could detect that there was something wrong with his tongue, but Qiao Zhen saw through it.
Qiao Zhen immediately noticed Fan Zhao's unease, though she couldn't quite describe her own feelings. "Well, maybe your sense of taste is recovering. My act of stuffing potato chips in there was just a coincidence. Wait another ten days or two weeks and try again; maybe it'll be fine then?"
Fan Zhao felt a sense of inexplicable disappointment.
"Hmm," he replied indifferently, then left with a large bag of snacks.
Qiao Zhen looked at the only bag of snacks in her hand and sighed, "It's all Du Feng's fault for his big mouth."
She then engaged in a meme battle with Du Feng on WeChat for another ten minutes before running out of ideas and finally getting dressed to take a shower.
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