Both Zhan Yiyang and Du Yumeng understood that Haitong deliberately created opportunities for them to be alone.

When there were only two people in the room, Du Yumeng picked up her glass of wine and tasted it elegantly, but her eyes fell on Zhan Yiyang.

Zhan Yiyang sighed secretly, what should come will come.

He asked Du Yumeng: "Miss Du, do you want to tell me something?"

Du Yumeng didn't speak, just drank in silence and looked at him silently.

This man looks very handsome.

I heard that all the men in their Zhan family are very good-looking. I met his eldest cousin, Young Master Zhan. Young Master Zhan is also very handsome. However, Young Master Zhan looked serious and a bit cold. Except when he just said hello, he looked at her. After two glances, he never looked at her again.

Young Master Zhan only has Sister Haitong in his eyes, which confirms the legend that Young Master Zhan is doting on his wife and loves only Haitong.

Master Zhan also has a great aura, which Zhan Yiyang cannot match.

Zhan Yiyang seemed much gentler. In front of Young Master Zhan, Zhan Yiyang still seemed a bit naive and immature.

Without Young Master Zhan present, Zhan Yiyang's excellence became apparent. At least he was the most outstanding young man she had ever seen.

When he was rude to her, it was easy for her to fall.

When he ignored her, she was so angry that she wanted to beat him up. What did she think she was?

When you call ?, you come, or when you wave ?, you go?

When he thinks of her, he teases her, then leaves her and runs away.

That's not how monkeys play.

Zhan Yiyang quietly changed positions.

"Mr. Zhan, why did you move your position?"

Du Yumeng spoke, and she asked Zhan Yiyang sarcastically.

Without waiting for Zhan Yiyang's reply, she said, "Are you afraid that I'll throw a glass of wine at you?"

Zhan Yiyang smiled coquettishly and said, "Miss Du's look tells me that you really want to throw a glass of wine over me, then swing your fist and beat me until my face is black and my nose is swollen."

"Why does Mr. Zhan have such thoughts? Do you feel sorry for me?"

Du Yumeng stopped drinking. She swung the wine glass, watching the wine draw a beautiful arc in the glass, and looked at Zhan Yiyang with a playful look.

Zhan Yiyang: "...Miss Du, I, I haven't done anything to feel sorry for you." JrNovels.com