The rich and the cold play love: the stupid maid

Chapter 97
It's just that Feng Zhanyi didn't know why Pei Qinghong invited them to dinner this time, so he could only ask An Qianqian's meaning through his eyes.

It's not that An Qianqian doesn't know that this woman likes him, and he also understands it very well in his heart. At this moment, Feng Zhanyi had an idea, and said to Pei Qinghong: "It happens that we are going to eat, let's go together."

So Pei Qinghong asked and did not ask An Qianqian, as if Feng Zhanyi acquiesced that she would acquiesce, and the three of them walked outside together.Of course, if An Qianqian was not willing to go, she would be overjoyed, so this would be her and Feng Zhanyi's two-person time.

Unexpectedly, An Qianqian really stopped there and said, "I'm a little tired, you go and eat."

"We'll go back together after dinner." Feng Zhanyi looked at her and said, "Just take a good rest while eating."

"That's right." Even though Pei Qinghong said so, he still wished that she would go away.

"I..." She hesitated there, but was grabbed by Feng Zhanyi's big hand, gestured to his injured right hand, and then pulled her to walk.

An Qianqian had no choice but to obey when the protest was invalid. The smart Pei Qinghong naturally understood their relationship, but she was a little uncertain whether the reason why An Qianqian refused to go was because letting them create a space for them to be alone, or to prevent them from being alone. After digging through the little "jealous jar" in her heart, if it's the second type, then the situation doesn't seem to be good...

While the few people were still talking, they came to a nice high-end hotel. After choosing the dishes, Pei Qinghong had a chance to ask, "Feng Zhanyi, what's wrong with your right hand?"

In fact, when she was in the mall just now, she discovered that his right hand was wrapped in thick gauze, but she had been suffering from no chance to ask.

"It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter." Feng Zhanyi said casually.

"Let me have a look." She didn't say anything, then immediately stretched out her hand, gently raised his right hand, and looked there for a long time before saying: "I'm afraid this is not a minor injury, is it?"

He withdrew his hand and turned his gaze to An Qianqian. He didn't know whether she was on purpose or not. He looked at the window with his face, not caring what he and Pei Qinghong said.

After understanding the situation, Pei Qinghong obediently sat back in her seat.

After the meal, only Feng Zhanyi and Pei Qinghong were talking there, while An Qianqian watched them keep silent, just obediently eating their own food, and still didn't forget their responsibilities, but just gave them a hand from time to time. Feng Zhanyi, who was "immobile" in his actions, picked up a few vegetables and fed him under his orders.

Seeing how intimate their actions were, Pei Qinghong didn't want to be outdone, and said directly: "Feng Zhanyi, An Qianqian is so thin because of you. Let her eat well, and I'll feed you."

Then he moved his chair to the side of Feng Zhanyi, picked up the chopsticks and said softly: "What do you want to eat, I'll pick it up for you."

"Whatever." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at An Qianqian beside him from the corner of his eye as he spoke. She looked expressionless and indifferent.

On the contrary, Pei Qinghong became more and more enthusiastic, and even said, "Why don't I feed you, how about it?"

"I'll do it myself." Feng Zhanyi said, looking at An Qianqian again, and said, "An Qianqian, give me that dish."

(End of this chapter)