Mr. Zhan wants to marry me every day

Chapter 347 Is it just an illusion?
Although this girl is not at all the same as the dead Xia Qingcheng, and her temperament is completely different, why does he find a familiar feeling in her eyes?

There was calmness, contempt, and even disgust in those eyes...

disgust?

Zhan Beicheng tried hard to see the expression in her eyes, but found that the girl had already looked back and chatted with a female artist next to her, as if the staring just now had never happened.

Is it just an illusion?
Zhan Beicheng was a little dazed.

"Beicheng, don't you have a job? Why are you here today?" Xia Nuannuan walked over shyly and timidly, holding Beicheng's arm tenderly, and asked him to sit beside her.

Zhan Beicheng withdrew his hand without a trace, looking at Xia Nuannuan with a bit of disgust in his eyes.

This woman is really good at pretending, she said before that she asked herself to come here to support her, but now she pretends to be ignorant and flattered in front of everyone... Could it be that all women are so vain?
Xia Nuannuan only thought about Zhan Beicheng's arrival to make herself face in front of everyone, and didn't notice Zhan Beicheng's emotions.

She took Zhan Beicheng's arm, leaned on him, and looked like a happy little woman: "I didn't expect that you would have time to come and see me when you are so busy at work, Beicheng, I love you."

Xia Nuannuan's words made everyone start booing.

"Look, this is true love. For the sake of Xia Damei, Zhan Zhan put aside his work, and look at my incompetent husband, he is so angry."

"This is what love should look like. I'm so envious."

"I'm full. I'm full from dog food."

"..."

"..."

Listening to the envious and jealous voices of the people around her, Xia Nuannuan was extremely satisfied. She felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in her heart, and that feeling made her very happy.

From the beginning to the end, Zhan Beicheng only had a faint, polite smile on his face, and didn't say much.

Not long after Zhan Beicheng entered the arena, a dozen or so people dressed as waiters, each holding a plate made of gold, walked over here respectfully.

"This is?" Lin Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide.

"The waiters of Dihao Restaurant, this is it!" Sharp-eyed people recognized the waiters, and the word "Dihao" was written in small characters on the edge of the hats of these waiters.

Everyone knows that Lin Chengen, the head of Dihao Restaurant, is a descendant of the royal chef of the Qing Dynasty. His grandfather was a figure who cooked the Manchu and Han feasts for the emperor. Although he is only in his 20s, he has inherited his grandfather's good craftsmanship and inherited ancient classics. In the revival of Chinese cooking, the food cooked is also expensive, and it cannot be bought with money.

All the entertainers at the scene have only seen the food of Dihao Restaurant, but have never eaten it.

Even Director Li was lucky enough to eat it only once.

"This is the Yangcheng Lake hairy crab that our family sent from Beicheng to fly over from Hangzhou. It is cooked and brought to you at Dihao Restaurant. It tastes very delicious. Come and try it."

Xia Nuannuan smiled elegantly and generously, with a myriad of demeanors.

The people were sobbing again.

"Sister Nuannuan, I really want to envy you to death. With such a heroic boyfriend, you will almost die of happiness!"

"I didn't expect that the first time in my life to have the opportunity to eat the dishes of Dihao Restaurant was due to the blessing of Sister Nuannuan. I don't care. From now on, I will hug Sister Nuannuan's thigh."

(End of this chapter)