Chapter 1542 I Don’t Want to Talk to You!

The tone was unceremonious, even sharp and hostile that could not be concealed.

Nebula's voice was not low, and could be heard by everyone in the quiet hotel.

Everyone in the hotel was slightly stunned.

Then one by one, as if they didn't hear anything, they turned their heads, ate while others ate, and lowered their heads.

"Oh, this dish really gets better and better the more you eat it."

"It's just a bit expensive."

"His uncle, I treated you to the last meal. It's your turn to treat me to this meal."

"No problem, no problem." Uncle Chiguaqun was gossiping around the Imperial Marshal's drama. When he came to his senses, the meal had already been spread on his head. "Huh?! I was the one who invited you for the last meal, you shameless person!"

"I haven't treated you to any meal. Ever since you were a kid, have you ever treated me to a meal?!"

"..."

Over there, when Fake Yan Tao heard Xing Yun's words, the smile on his face became even deeper, and there was no trace of anger at all.

Her cherry-red lips slightly raised an evil arc, and her voice was like a gurgling stream flowing past her ears. It was clear and sweet, with a vague hint of doting: "Isn't it just that I didn't agree to your request? I still hold a grudge. "

The young man smiled and put his arm around Xingyun's shoulders.

Xingyun coldly slapped away the hand he extended, with no unnecessary expression on her pretty face.

"Boss, order."

Brute walked up quickly: "Your Highness, please come this way."

"No need."

Xingyun glanced at the furnishings in the hall with a pair of almond eyes, and said in a cool tone: "I'll just eat here."

"You find a place for me."

The manager nodded quickly.

Just kidding, this is the little ancestor.

If she accidentally made her angry, that would be the result of lightning.

He is still alive and well and doesn't want to die.

Xingyun's attitude was always cold and bad, but the fake Yantao was always smiling and even pulled out the chair for her gracefully.

Nebula: "I don't want to talk to you."

"But I want to talk to you."

Fake Yan Tao raised his eyebrows carelessly and leaned back on the chair lazily and slowly, not minding Xing Yun's indifference at all.

People eating melons watched silently.

When did Master Yan become so temperamental?

In the past, he always fell out with him whenever he wanted to. How had he ever been so easy to talk to?

Everyone secretly glanced at Princess Xingyun who was sitting there.

Although the girl who just looked at her had a straight face, her movements were graceful.

There is a sense of elegance and nobility in every gesture.

Between the beautiful brows, there is an aura that is compelling.

Um……

What is this called?

This is called a hero's misfortune.

Their Yan Shuai must be in love with Princess Xingyun.

Otherwise, how could she be given such treatment?

The people who eat melons have consciously figured everything out.

I felt even more like there was something to watch.

"Waiter! Hurry up and serve me a plate of melon seeds."

"I want it here too."

"And I……"

The waiters were so busy that they kept running back and forth between the halls.

"Okay, here it comes, your melon seeds."

All the props were ready, and the melon-eaters sat in a row holding melon seeds, watching the show.

In the corner, Master Yan's dark brows scanned the fake Yan Tao casually.

There was a smile on her lips as red as blood.

It's just that the smile doesn't reach the depths of his eyes.

It also reveals a cold feeling that penetrates the heart and spleen.

It's full of malice like a ghost, and just a glance at it makes people shudder.