Chapter 8: Lai Ren's Eating Appearance

  What a beautiful dream!

  Jingyang looked at her closing her eyes and smiling secretly, thinking that even when sleeping she was so heartless! Wondering if she was dreaming of counting money?

  Her eyelashes trembled twice, and Jingyang hastily asked, "Are you awake?"

  An Le's eyes widened in horror, feeling extremely shocked. This wasn't a dream. The evil and sinister creature in front of her was real. Her eyes rolled around, and she realized that she was lying in the hospital. No wonder there was the smell of ether in her dream. She remembered being frightened into unconsciousness. Had he brought her here?

  She hadn't even had time to speak when she saw three people in white coats walking towards her, wearing masks that obscured their faces. What were they going to do? She immediately thought of the bad guys in TV shows and movies who wore white coats and masks to kill patients. Oh no, she didn't want to die yet, she still had so many things to do.

  Wait, that guy is holding a syringe!!!!! That's right!!!!! And there's also a very sharp needle on the syringe, waaah she's most afraid of needles and other sharp things.

  Jing Yang looked at her eyes getting bigger and bigger, "An Lele." He quickly called out to her, but An Lele's eyes closed, her head tilted to the side, she fainted.

  "Doctor, what's wrong with her?"

  "Your girlfriend is afraid of needles."

  It's really hard to imagine that a woman who can play roller coasters in the air would actually faint from just one little needle.

  After a while, An Lele slowly opened her eyes and saw Jing Yang still sitting there looking at his phone. She felt a bit embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Glancing at the IV bottle, which was still half full of medicine, she shifted her gaze back to Jing Yang's face. He looked really good when he was quiet like this, without any evil intentions or sharp tongue, perfectly handsome. Jing Yang sensed her burning gaze and suddenly lifted his head.

  Four eyes met, An Lele stood still and closed her eyes pretending to sleep. A certain man's lips curled up, he walked closer to her, held his breath and bent down to look at her face. Her butterfly-like long eyelashes trembled, the corners of his mouth lifted even higher.

  An Lele hated herself for not having three eyes like Erlang Shen, so she could know what he was doing. She couldn't hear a sound, so she simply opened her eyes and saw that handsome face within 20 centimeters of hers. She blinked repeatedly, and her face suddenly turned fiery red.

  "Are you feeling better?"

  "Alright, alright, got it."

  An Le struggled to sit up, her whole body aching from sleep, but why was her neck hurting so badly that it felt like it was going to break off? "Ah..." she cried out in pain.

  "Slow down, you've hurt your neck, and when you fainted, it was scratched by the door handle."

  He let out a sigh of relief, with a pessimistic expression on his face, thinking that he was unlucky.

  "Don't worry, nothing above your neck will be affected." He said with a sly smile.

  An Le's sarcastic remarks were endless, he wouldn't let go of any opportunity to mock her. She was already in such a state, yet he still bullied her, where is the justice?

  "Really sorry, I made you suffer, Messi felt bad coming to see you, so I let him go back first."

  "Cough, never mind, it's my own fault."

  An Lele really didn't think that this arrogant guy would actually apologize, it's too rare, and this is something she got with her own blood.

  Finally having the needle removed from the back of his hand, Anle is now invigorated with the indigenous blood and except for not daring to touch his neck randomly, all other parts are functioning normally.

  Jingyang said: "Let's go eat something, I'll treat." Jingyang said and walked away on his own.

  An Lele's face turned cold, thinking: She is a patient, what kind of attitude is this towards patients? He doesn't pay the bill, does he want her to pay instead? How ridiculous, was his apology just now all fake?

  Fake kindness, fake kindness!!!!!

  Jing Yang turned around to see her covering her neck unfriendly, sighed and said: "Don't cover it with your dirty hands, let the air circulate, and also prevent bacterial infection."

  What? What's wrong? Dirty hands? Are her hands dirty? He scolded again.

  "Get in!" Jingyang said loudly. Anlele got into the passenger seat, pouting her mouth. It's really unknown whether this guy would die if he didn't shout loudly.

  Jingyang stopped the car in front of a nicely decorated restaurant, and Anle knew it was high-end just by glancing out the window.

  "This is just about right." Now she can't help but think of cutting him down at all times.

  Listening to Jingyang ordering dishes, An Lele's face had black lines all over it. "Meat, all meat." Every dish had meat in it, looks like Master Jing has gone beast mode.

  Of course, Jingyang has his reasons for doing so. The doctor said that Anle is nutritious, so she should eat some good food. This miser won't spend money to buy something delicious for herself, so he'll just do what he can!

  The dishes were served quickly, and the taste was really good. She never picked at her food, and she didn't even bother to wipe her mouth while eating. Leaving too much food behind was a shameful behavior, but Anleles didn't care about her image at all, throwing away all her reserve and dignity as if they were worthless.

  Looking at her not caring about her image, Jingyang smiled again. He also felt that his appetite had improved a lot. In the past, those women who sat opposite him were so restrained that they would say "I want to lose weight, I won't eat anymore" after just eating a few bites. Anle was the first one to devour food like this in front of him.

  An Lele saw Jing Yang constantly staring at her and asked irritably: "Heart aching?"

  Jing Yang was speechless, really wanting to knock her on the head with chopsticks. Was he just a person who cared about these few dishes in her eyes? His heart was too small!

  Helpless, Jingyang had to go for the dish, and surprisingly, both pairs of chopsticks picked up the same piece of fried pork ribs. Anle was slowly chewing her food while frowning in protest, she tapped Jingyang's chopstick with hers, warning him "Let go of this fried pork rib, let me have it!"

  Jingyang's little Jingyang in his heart raised a small white flag to Anle, he withdrew his chopsticks, and Anle took the piece of fried pork ribs away with a big smile, savoring it with relish. As for Jingyang's direct gaze at her, she adopted an attitude of ignoring him.

  Just watching her eat is endlessly entertaining, if those women were to fight with him for a piece of meat, they would probably be so flustered that they'd put down their chopsticks in embarrassment. It seems that An Lele is not only obsessed with money, but also a true foodie.

  An Le happily devoured the dishes on her plate, and if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Jing Yang really couldn't imagine how someone with such a slender figure could eat so much.

  "Eating so much meat and not getting fat is really a waste!" Jingyang said.

  "Good heavens, heaven really takes care of beauties, I'm just whatever I eat won't get fat."

  When Jingyang heard Anle say that, she felt a inexplicable pang of heartache. She wasn't fat because her nutrition couldn't keep up with her needs! He just smiled and looked at her, Anle wiped her mouth with a napkin and said contentedly: "I'm full, I'll leave first, see you later!"