I came here excitedly, expecting to see Yan Zhengling's desolate appearance being ignored by Lord Zhan Han. Unexpectedly, I saw Lord Zhan Han pampering her to the core.

Yu Qianqian and Zhuma stood there in embarrassment, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Those who come are guests.

Zheng Ling said warmly and hospitably: "Since my mother-in-law is here, please have lunch with us."

Yu Qianqian nodded.

Since she came here, she couldn't leave in despair and let Yan Zhengling see her jokes.

After the servants laid out lunch, they moved to the dining room.

Because Mr. Zhan was worried about a quarrel between Yan Zhengling and Zhan Hanjue, he deliberately came to the front yard to eat and see if the young couple had reconciled.

Zhuma's heart overflowed with beautiful bubbles.

I even started to wonder whether Lord Zhan Han would fall in love with her because of this?

Zhan Hanjue fed the peeled shrimp into Zheng Ling's mouth and asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

Seeing Yu Qianqian and Zhuma, Mr. Zhan's face darkened a lot.

Five people sat around the large round table, Zhan Hanjue and Zheng Ling were close to each other. Zhan Hanjue put on the transparent plastic cover, picked up the boiled shrimp and peeled it elegantly.

Zhuma looked at Zhan Hanjue's slender and well-proportioned hands, and inexplicably remembered that these hands had rested on her head last night, and took the initiative to hold her wrist, with gentle movements and slow pity.

Yu Qianqian was worried that she didn't have the chance to inquire about the details of the young couple's quarrel last night. Now that the old man asked on her behalf, Yu Qianqian was secretly happy.

Presumably the old man would also criticize Yan Zhengling's petty temper, right?

Zhan Hanjue said: "A thousand-character confession book is useless, thanks to your trick, grandpa."

Zheng Ling smiled at him and said, "It's delicious."

Mr. Zhan's shrewd eyes wandered around his grandson's wife twice before he came to the conclusion that the young couple had reconciled as before.

At this time, Mr. Zhan was in a beautiful mood and began to joke with the young couple: "Han Jue, how did you get into the house last night?"

"He said it was cold, so you let him in?" the old man said with great regret.

Zheng Ling smiled sweetly, "I'm afraid he might catch a cold."

Mr. Zhan was very disappointed, "You...look at how hopeless you are. You have been subdued by your brother Jue all your life."

Old Master Zhan looked at his noble and arrogant grandson and could not imagine how miserable he was. "Zheng Ling, why did your brother Jue cheat on you last night?"

Zheng Ling said: "He said he was cold..."

Mr. Zhan originally wanted to hear a vivid story. However, Zheng Ling ended the topic with just four words.

Zhan Hanjue had a quarrel with Yan Zhengling, but he still doted on her so much?

This simply made her feel incredible.

The old man Zhan sighed sadly: "It's rare to see you two quarreling, and you have reconciled in less than half a day? Alas, you missed the time to watch the show." The old man deliberately teased.

Zhan Hanjue smiled brightly.

He had peeled most of the boiled shrimps and piled them all into Zheng Ling's bowl.

Yu Qianqian looked at the shrimps with a dark expression in her eyes.

Zhan Hanjue corrected him with a straight face: "There was no quarrel!"

The old man said, "Who are you kidding? You guys are making such a big fuss, and Zheng Ling still wants to pack up and go back to her parents' house. I just don't understand how you can reconcile after such a big quarrel?"

"Who will be the first to surrender?" the old man gossiped.


Chapter completed!