After she and Zhan Hanjue came out of the ward, Zhan Hanjue said from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you."

Yan Zhengling said: "When you thank someone, you should show sincerity. At least treat me to a meal."

"What do you want to eat?" Zhan Hanjue looked like he was going to the execution ground, with a look of reluctance.

Yan Zhengling thought for a long time, "I'll take you to a place."

Yan Zhengling took Zhan Hanjue to a five-star hotel in the Imperial Capital and chose a private room for couples.

When Zhan Hanjue saw the romantic flower house, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. But since he was thanking Yan Zhengling, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Yan Zhengling sat across from him. When the waiter came to order with the menu, Zhan Hanjue handed the recipe to Yan Zhengling in a gentlemanly manner.

When Zhan Hanjue was hesitating whether to order a light dish for himself, Yan Zhengling had already handed the menu to the waiter.

The waiter left with a smile.

"Just order it."

Yan Zhengling ordered his favorite dish.

Zhan Hanjue looked at a table of light dishes and was surprised: "You don't eat spicy food?"

Yan Zhengling held her face in her hands and said with a smile: "Can't you see? I'm accommodating you."

Lord Zhan Han thought to himself that this female devil was probably spoiled since she was a child, so she was too self-centered to think about others.

Soon, the waiter brought delicious food to the table.

Yan Zhengling's words of accommodation were not exaggerated in the slightest.

Although it was Yan Zhengling's order, every dish satisfied his taste.

Lord Zhan Han: "..."

So he just judged a gentleman with a villain's heart?

"Can you fill your stomach just by looking at me?" Zhan Hanjue glanced at her and said angrily.

"Haven't you ever heard that beauty can be eaten?" Yan Zhengling teased shamelessly.

Zhan Hanjue ate with gusto.

Yan Zhengling looked at him with a loving smile in her eyes.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Zhengling quickly picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the food into his mouth.

When she took her hands off her face, Zhan Hanjue saw five shallow finger prints on her dark, honey-oiled face.

Zhan Hanjue's handsome face turned dark instantly.

He hates others praising him for looking good.

"It's not a stomach problem, it's mysophobia."

Yan Zhengling: "..."

The dirt surged up from the bottom of his stomach, and he let out a disgusting burp.

Yan Zhengling became nervous, "Are you having stomach trouble again?"

But—does this guy want to tease her so viciously?

Not at all gentlemanly!

Zhan Hanjue pointed at her face: "Are you a Sichuan opera singer?"

Only then did Yan Zhengling realize that it was his own honey that made him sick.

Is there something wrong with his aesthetic sense?

"It's obviously ugly." He said bluntly.

Yan Zhengling explained to him seriously: "This is honey oil for skin care. It is specially made by Media Asia. It has powerful effects of moisturizing and beautifying the skin."

Jue Zhanhan's charming pupils were full of confusion: "Are you sure this is... beauty?"

Yan Zhengling said with some distress: "Because I am so beautiful without makeup. During the meeting, all the employees' eyes fell on my face. In order not to affect the work process, I thought of this good thing that can beautify my face and cover up my beauty."

idea."

Zhan Hanjue looked at her doubtfully, "What are you trying to hide? It's not your fault that you are ugly!"

Yan Zhengling said, "I know, but this layer of honey oil is my protective color."

Lord Zhan Han: "..."

Looking at her greasy and dark face... He couldn't even imagine how beautiful she would be without makeup.
Chapter completed!