He Jing: "...I don't like it, thank you."
Why is this school bully suddenly acting so sarcastic and unpleasant?
Hearing this, Zheng Cheng, who was walking in front, turned around and said with deep self-consciousness, "The Zheng family is indeed not as good as the Yan family. When I was a child, I went to Xi Ge's house to attend a banquet and thought I had entered the palace."
He Jing's lips twitched. If an ordinary passerby's home was this luxurious, she could easily imagine how wealthy the original author must have portrayed the male lead's family.
Yan Hanxi might wake up in a 500-square-meter bed with two thousand maids standing by his side.
Thinking of this, He Jing sincerely comforted him, "I think Zheng Cheng's home is very beautiful, so that's good enough."
Zheng Cheng was excited and moved: "He Jing, do you really think so?"
Just as He Jing was about to nod and say "okay," a sudden chill swept over her from the side. She turned her head and saw Yan Hanxi with his thin lips tightly pressed together, looking very unhappy.
The word "good" was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't say it.
Zheng Cheng took He Jing on a tour of the Zheng family home. They first went to the tea room and ate some pastries made by the nanny. Each pastry on the plate was exquisite, with bright red strawberries embedded in them, which could instantly melt a girl's heart.
He Jing liked it at first sight, picked up a piece, and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this a French dessert?"
Zheng Cheng: "Uh..."
He only knows how to eat; how could he understand these things?
Yan Hanxi said in a slightly cool voice, "The bottom layer is ladyfingers soaked in rum, and the milky white layer is mascarpone cheese and cream. This dessert looks like a cake, but it is actually tiramisu, which is an Italian dessert."
He Jing was somewhat surprised. She carefully picked up the pastry and took a bite. A faint taste of Italian espresso mixed with the sweetness gave her a unique taste experience. It was indeed an Italian dessert.
She looked up at Yan Hanxi: "I didn't expect you to know so much about desserts."
Yan Hanxi smiled, but remained calm on the surface: "Not much, just a little more than Zheng Cheng."
Zheng Cheng, suddenly feeling belittled: ? ? ?
What did he do wrong?
After finishing their snacks, Zheng Cheng took He Jing and Yan Hanxi to the stadium behind his house, where He Jing would practice.
The brand-new synthetic track is like a galaxy embedded in a green grassland, winding in a regular oval shape. Every patch of grass on the stadium is neat and not prickly, and the area is the size of two football fields.
He Jing saw uncollected golf balls and clubs on the lawn, indicating that someone had just been playing there. Zheng Cheng had someone bring out the sports equipment and, while giving instructions, said, "He Jing, should we practice weightlifting first or hurdles first?"
He Jing said, "Let's do hurdles."
She didn't know how much stamina this body possessed, so she decided to test it first.
Zheng Cheng agreed, and after everyone had set up the hurdles, he picked up the flag and timer. With a wave of the flag, He Jing started running outside the temporary white line and reached the first hurdle...
The attempt to cross over failed.
The fake heiress's body doesn't have very good jumping ability.
As soon as He Jing fell, Zheng Cheng rushed to help her up, but before he could reach her, she had already gotten up on her own.
She didn't even flinch, as if she had just experienced an ordinary fall.
Zheng Cheng was shocked and looked at Yan Hanxi beside him. Yan Hanxi had a cold expression and didn't seem to care at all.
this……
Shouldn't a girl cry when she falls and hurts so much?
The forbidden couple is so sweet, Yan Hanxi should have rushed over even faster than him.
He's just standing here like this?
When He Jing failed to hurdle for the nth time and had to ask for help, looking in their direction, Yan Hanxi was moved. He strode over and earnestly communicated with her.
Zheng Cheng was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh in realization. Damn it, his chance to impress He Jing had been stolen!
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