Qiao Zhen pinched Du Feng's arm with two fingers, annoyed and embarrassed: "Keep your voice down!"
Du Feng stared at Qiao Zhen, dumbfounded. "Holy crap! Qiao Zhenzhen! You..."
Qiao Zhen shoved the can of cola in her hand into Du Feng's mouth, "No, no, how could I dare?"
She was just waiting to be "played" with by Fan Zhao, after all, her ability to distort the truth was superb.
Du Feng keenly sensed a cold gaze piercing his back. If looks could kill, he would have been dead a hundred or eighty times by now. He took the Coke can. "Qiao Zhenzhen, look who's looking at me."
Qiao Zhen casually glanced around the private room. "Only Fan Zhao was looking at you, but he just looked away. What happened?" She blinked.
The icy gaze from behind disappeared, and Du Feng was speechless with frustration. "Aren't you going to keep Fan Zhao company? What if he gets robbed?"
Neither the original owner nor Du Feng believed in the saying "If I get it, I'm lucky; if I lose it, it's my fate." The original owner had the mentality of "If I get it, I'll hold on tight; if I can't get it, I'll give up on it," while Du Feng believed that what was rightfully his should be his, even if he had to force it. Therefore, Qiao Zhen still needs to consider the original owner's character when it comes to dating.
She looked towards Fan Zhao and saw that Yan Le had already moved closer to Fan Zhao and placed the thick soup in front of him. Fan Zhao was about to raise his hand to drink it.
The air conditioning in the private room was set a bit low, and the strong airflow instantly dispersed the warm white steam rising from the soup, making it impossible to tell how hot it was. But Qiao Zhen was certain that Fan Zhao wasn't just lacking sensation in his mouth; he must have lost sensation throughout his entire body. Otherwise, how could he not feel how hot the bowl of soup was?
She stepped forward and stopped Fan Zhao's arm. "This soup tastes awful. How can you drink it?"
Fan Zhao looked at Qiao Zhen with a slightly aggrieved expression.
Qiao Zhen took the bowl from Fan Zhao's hand. The scalding heat stung her skin, but she pretended that nothing was wrong and calmly placed the soup on the low table.
"You!" Yan Le glared at Qiao Zhen fiercely. "Whether it tastes good or not is not up to you to decide. He hasn't said anything, so why are you in such a hurry to say it?"
Qiao Zhen touched Fan Zhao's hand, trying to cool down the burning sensation on his fingertips. "Can't I say whether it's good or not? I'll just say it's not good!"
Yan Le smiled instead of getting angry, "Then it seems that Miss Qiao can make a better soup?"
Fan Zhao wanted to speak up for Qiao Zhen, but Qiao Zhen squeezed Fan Zhao's fingers and scoffed, "Do you think I have to lay an egg myself just because I think it tastes bad? There are 'if you're so good, then you do it' comments in the entertainment industry every day. Miss Yan, please don't make me laugh, okay?"
"Pfft." Du Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Zhuo Jue burst out laughing, "Are your tonsils? They're so prominent."
Laughter, rising and falling, filled the private room, making Yan Le's face turn pale with anger.
Yan Shiqing came over and patted Yan Le's arm, trying to comfort her, "My sister is spoiled by her family and is a bit immature. Please don't take it to heart, Miss Qiao."
Subconsciously, she felt that if Qiao Zhen took it to heart, then she would be petty and narrow-minded.
But is Qiao Zhen still the same person who lets others bully her?
She leaned weakly against Fan Zhao, "As you know, I was recently taken back by the Zhuo family, and my parents spoil me terribly. With my brother and Fan Zhao's indulgence, I feel like I've been spoiled too. If I do anything to your sister, please don't hold it against me, Miss Yan."
Du Feng tried to make his presence known, saying, "Me too, I've been indulging myself for four or five years now!"
Qiao Zhen gave Du Feng a look that said, "You can leave now." Du Feng pointed in Qiao Zhen's direction a few times with his index finger and laughed, "Hey! She still looks down on me."
Fan Zhao pulled Qiao Zhen into his arms, saying, "She's my little princess, I won't let you bully her."
He was incredibly charming in an instant!
Qiao Zhen's cheeks flushed red, and she laughed so hard her eyes disappeared. Finally, she raised her hand to cover her cheeks. Good heavens! The mission target in this world is too good at flirting!
Du Feng and Zhuo Jue both looked at Fan Zhao and Qiao Zhen with toothache expressions, as if they couldn't bear to look at them.
With Fan Zhao stepping in, Yan Shiqing dared not nitpick anymore and could only apologize to the two of them on behalf of Yan Le, thus letting the incident pass by in a swift and clean manner.
After watching the commotion for a while, everyone went back to chatting and laughing. Only Fan Zhao and Qiao Zhen huddled together in the corner, with Qiao Zhen whispering a scolding to Fan Zhao, "You're not just insensitive to your mouth, you're completely insensitive to everything, aren't you?"
Fan Zhao confessed, "Well, I just can't feel it, but my body still sweats or gets goosebumps because of the weather, I just can't feel it."
Qiao Zhen placed her bright red fingertips in front of Fan Zhao. "That soup is so hot. If you drink it, do you want to lose your tongue or your throat?"
Fan Zhao listened to the instruction like a well-behaved child.
Qiao Zhen grew increasingly angry at his obedient and submissive demeanor, and her voice rose a little, "Don't you have any idea why I came here with you? Why didn't you call me just now?!"
Fan Zhao held Qiao Zhen's hand in his large hand, his fingertips gently kneading her bright red fingertips, as if trying to dissolve the red stains. "I'm sorry..."
Du Feng handed a glass of red wine to Zhuo Jue, "They seem to be very much in love. Aren't you worried?"
Zhuo Jue took the red wine and agreed, "How can I not worry? But what can I do if I worry? She's been stubborn since she was little, and judging from her attitude, there's no point in trying to persuade her."
Both men sighed.
"well--"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Du Feng thought that Zhuo Jue, like him, was worried that Qiao Zhen was toying with Fan Zhao's feelings.
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