Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

Zhou Yanning was sitting at the dining table on the first floor of Mingzhu Restaurant. Just as she was about to reply, she saw a man walk in from the door. It was the "very fierce" Xie Heng.

She was sitting on the right side of the door and happened to see that his right forehead, near his temple, had been shaved, with a crooked scar on it.

Zhou Yanning looked at his wound for several seconds, then frowned and looked at him: "Your scar is so ugly."

Zheng Qingqing has been on high alert behind the counter since Zhou Yanning came in. The reason was that Zhou Yanning was so beautiful that she had to be on high alert to prevent her from seducing Xie Heng.

Who knew this woman, so beautiful, had such low emotional intelligence? She rushed out from behind the counter and stood in front of Xie Heng like a mother hen, "Miss Zhou, you are so rude!"

Fang Mingzhu, who was eating sunflower seeds at another table, rushed over and slapped Zheng Qingqing's arm twice. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with you? If you have nothing to do, go to the kitchen and cut some vegetables!" Fang Mingzhu pinched the flesh on Zheng Qingqing's waist and twisted it hard. Zheng Qingqing screamed "Ouch" and twisted away. She glared at her aunt angrily and went upstairs.

Fang Mingzhu turned to Zhou Yanning and smiled apologetically: "Don't mind it, Miss Zhou, children don't understand."

Zhou Yanning was a big client and had booked the entire fourth floor. She said she was not used to living too close to others, so she was given another 3,000 yuan to have meals delivered to her room every day.

I'm going to live here for a long time.

Fang Mingzhu pointed at Xie Heng and said, "If you don't like him, I have another boy here. I'll ask him to help you carry your luggage later. He went to the bathroom and will be back soon. Come back soon!"

Who knew Zhou Yanning would look past her and stare straight at Xie Heng, "Who said I don't like him?"

She stood up and told Xie Heng, "Get your luggage."

Xie Heng didn't say a word, but obediently picked up her two suitcases, one in each hand, and walked towards the stairs.

Zhou Yanning followed him slowly and said lazily, "Fourth floor."

Xie Heng still didn't say anything and walked up quickly.

Zhou Yanning was still walking slowly. She had just reached the staircase connecting the second and third floors when Xie Heng came down. He lowered his eyes, not looking at her, and moved aside to avoid her and continued walking down.

Zhou Yanning grabbed his arm and asked, "Are you angry?"

She stared at his face without disguising herself.

Zheng Qingqing likes to look at him, and there are often female tourists looking at him, but Zhou Yanning is different from them, but he can't tell what exactly is different.

He blinked and said dryly, "No."

His heart was beating like a drum, and the skin on his forearm that she was holding seemed to be burning.

Zhou Yanning released her hand from holding his, and Xie Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but there was also a trace of regret in his heart.

Who knew that she would raise her hand again the next second and touch the wound on his head. She just nodded lightly, but Xie Heng was as if facing a great enemy. He turned his head and turned the wound to an angle where she couldn't see it.

"Why are you hiding?" Zhou Yanning complained.

But he inexplicably felt that she was acting like a spoiled brat.

"Yu Hai!" Mingzhu was calling him from downstairs.

Xie Heng responded quickly and ran downstairs as if escaping.

But he still heard Zhou Yanning say with disdain: "This name is really ugly."

Because he was picked up from the beach, Fang Mingzhu made up a name for him. "Yu Hai" also knew that this was probably not his real name, but he didn't care. He felt a little depressed at this time.

Zhou Yanning had been sitting in the car for several hours and was already a little tired. She went to the fourth floor, picked a room at random, and prepared to take a nap. She always felt sleepy easily recently.

She touched the bed sheet. It was a little rough, but very clean. Zhou Yanning had been feeling sleepy lately, so she didn't pay much attention to it and just fell asleep on it with her clothes on.

Xie Heng came to the first floor. A while later, the first group of dinner guests had already taken their seats at two tables. He took the menu and went over to place his order. The guests asked him if he had any special dishes to recommend. He answered absentmindedly, wondering if Miss Zhou would come down for dinner.

Fang Mingzhu was busy in the kitchen until after eight o'clock when she remembered that Miss Zhou's dinner upstairs had not been delivered yet. She quickly wiped her hands, took out her phone and called Zhou Yanning: "Miss Zhou, I'm so sorry, I was so busy that I fainted. I'll bring it up to you right away."

"No, I want to sleep." Zhou Yanning's voice was obviously filled with anger from being woken up. She even got grumpy when she woke up recently. After she said that, she hung up the phone neatly.

Fang Mingzhu didn't care. She put down her phone and continued to wave the spatula. She was careless to begin with, and she was always nice to whoever made money for her.

Xie Heng, who came in to serve the dishes, saw that she had hung up the phone and asked, "Which dishes are for Miss Zhou? I'll bring them up to her."

Fang Mingzhu was stirring the wok vigorously when she replied succinctly, "She doesn't want to eat it."

Xie Heng said nothing and walked out with the dishes.

It was almost ten o'clock and the last table of guests had left. Fang Mingzhu cooked a few dishes and the four people in the restaurant sat around a table and started eating.

Not long after I sat down, I saw Zhou Yanning coming down the stairs holding the railing. She was wearing slippers and the dress she had worn during the day. There were large red marks on her arms and neck, with clear scratches on them.

Fang Mingzhu was startled. "What's wrong with you, Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Yanning was still scratching her neck with her hands. She frowned and looked very uncomfortable. "Allergy. Where is there a hospital nearby?"

Xie Heng walked up to her without her knowing when and grabbed her hand, "Don't scratch it, it will leave a scar."

Zhou Yanning was about to cry, "It's itchy..."

Zheng Qingqing looked at Xie Heng's distressed expression and said, "Why go to the hospital? Lao Zhao's clinic is very close, and allergies are not a big deal."

Fang Mingzhu glared at her, went to the counter to get the car keys, and helped Zhou Yanning out. "I'll take you to the hospital. We'll take the Huaihai Expressway. It'll be very fast, only 20 minutes."

Zhou Yanning nodded, Xie Heng let go of her hand and watched her and Fang Mingzhu walk out.

Zhou Yanning took only two steps before turning around and looking at Xie Heng with moist eyes. She felt extremely aggrieved, "Aren't you going?"

Xie Heng looked at her and said to Fang Mingzhu, "I'll go with you. It'll be easier to look after you with one person."

Fang Mingzhu said, "Okay."

Zheng Qingqing put down her chopsticks and said, "Then I'll go too!"

No one paid any attention to her.

Even until the car at the door started and drove away, Zheng Qingqing was still sitting on the stool, motionless, sulking.

Xiao Chen shoveled his rice into his mouth. "Sister Qingqing, just accept the reality. You and Brother Hai have only known each other for almost half a month. How has he treated you? Look at Miss Zhou. We've only met twice."

Zheng Qingqing glared at me with red eyes: "Eating can't stop your mouth!"

Xiao Chen shut up, quickly finished his meal, and ran upstairs while shouting, "Whoever eats last gets to wash the dishes!"

In Fang Mingzhu's car, Xie Heng and Zhou Yanning were sitting in the back seat. She couldn't help scratching herself, so Xie Heng grabbed her wrists. She struggled but couldn't get free, so she said with disgust and impatience, "Don't touch me."

Xie Heng's heart sank.

Zhou Yanning continued, "Your hands are so hot, they itch even more when they touch me."

Urticaria does get more itchy when exposed to heat. Xie Heng's heart suddenly returned to heaven from hell. He whispered, "Then I'll let go. Don't scratch."

Zhou Yanning struggled for a moment, "...never mind, just hold on to me."

Fang Mingzhu glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Zhou Yanning and Xie Heng sitting next to each other. Zhou Yanning was about to cry, while Xie Heng's face was full of heartache.

Fang Mingzhu sighed in her heart, what a pair of passionate lovers, there was no way that her silly niece would be able to get along with her.

Fang Mingzhu took them to the county people's hospital closest to Qingping Town. There were not many emergency rooms in the county dermatology department at night. Zhou Yanning made an appointment and saw a doctor soon.

The doctor who saw Zhou Yanning was a middle-aged female doctor wearing glasses. Her resume at the door stated that she had studied traditional Chinese medicine. After asking some questions, she asked Zhou Yanning to stretch out her hand so that she could feel her pulse.

Zhou Yanning had sensitive skin and had suffered from allergies several times before. She'd never needed a pulse check before. She'd endured it all the way and was about to collapse. She stretched out her hand, crying, and said, "Doctor, please give me the medicine quickly."

Who knew the doctor would put his hand on her wrist and say, "You are pregnant."