When they arrived at the restaurant, Zhong Yan ordered the food and added: "Waiter, remember not to add coriander."

"How do you know I don't eat coriander?" When Dongfang Chen said this, he looked at Zhong Qingyu.

Zhong Yan didn't notice the flash of surprise in his eyes and blurted out: "Who knew you don't eat coriander? It's because I'm allergic to coriander."

"Yeah." Dongfang Chen put away his surprise and responded in a low voice.

It turned out that she was not the one who remembered.

Zhong Yan suddenly raised his cell phone and said, "I'm going to take a call and wait for the food to be served. I'll be right back."

As soon as the little guy left, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became strange.

Zhong Qingyu was finally made uncomfortable by Dongfang Chen's penetrating gaze, and retorted: "What are you looking at me for? My face is not blooming."

"Then what do you think I'm going to do?" Dongfang Chen picked up the tea leisurely and drank it with gusto.

"Who's looking at you?"

"How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?"

Zhong Qingyu: "..."

I have never seen a man with such no limits. You can't afford to hurt a shameless man. If he is shameless twice a day, you can't even afford to hurt him.

"What do you mean by your contemptuous eyes?" Dongfang Chen didn't think Zhong Qingyu's eyes were friendly, but instead gave him the middle finger.

"You said you didn't look at me?" Zhong Qingyu responded with a smile, "How do you know I'm looking down on you without looking at you?"

Being blocked like this, Dongfang Chen was slightly embarrassed, looked away, recovered instantly, pretended to be calm and asked casually: "Have you met my dad?"

Zhong Qingyu, who was playing with the tea cup, subconsciously relaxed when he heard this. The cup fell on the table with a crisp sound. Although it was not poured, a lot of water sloshed out.

Zhong Qingyu wiped her hands carelessly while pretending not to care and replied: "You know why you still ask?"

Taking off your pants and farting is unnecessary!

Dongfang Chen saw her flustered look in his eyes, and felt a little secretly happy in his heart. The panic showed that she cared, even though it wasn't obvious.

"Are you unhappy?" Dongfang Chen's mood improved inexplicably.

"Nonsense!" She just barely wrote the words "I'm in a bad mood" on her face.

"Because my dad is unhappy with you, can I understand that you are unhappy because I want to get married?" Dongfang Chen didn't understand how to write the word "implicit" at all, and he laughed so hard that he deserved a beating, just like ten years ago.

For a moment, Zhong Qingyu felt like she was being told something important, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig into the ground, but after that moment, her lips turned into an idiot's smile.

Zhong Qingyu's smile didn't reach her eyes and she glanced sideways at Dongfang Chen: "Let me go, you are really good at putting money on your face. How could you know that I am unhappy because you are getting married?"

"Really?" Dongfang Chen hummed, his mouth stiff, "But no matter how I look at you, you are always envious, jealous, and hateful."

"Childish!" Zhong Qing said back to him. After all, he was the man she abandoned ten years ago. Did she have any reason to be envious and jealous?

Have it?

There's none?

It seems to be a little bit real.

No, it feels wrong, it must not be.

Dongfang Chen had roughly understood something about Zhong Qingyu's psychology from her every move. She didn't have any feelings for him.

This was not because of his unwillingness, but because of Zhong Qingyu's occasional expressions, which were so obvious that perhaps she didn't even notice.
Chapter completed!