Soon it was dinner time, and everyone gathered around a table and started eating.

Zhang Heting and Mo Feifei were sitting on both sides of Wang Fan, both of them were very attentive in holding dishes for Wang Fan, which made Wang Fan feel a little embarrassed.

Jiang Beirou also wanted to be next to Wang Fan, but she was not as shameless as Zhang Heting, and she really couldn't bear to accept Wang Fan's attentive food.

Mr. Huo's anger swelled even more when he saw this scene.

Damn it, this should be his treatment, why should he, Wang Fan, do it?

He hated Wang Fan even more.

Wang Fan looked at Zhang Heting's attentive look and was speechless. At the same time, he gave up the idea of ​​going to Zhang's house to steal the century-old green leaves.

It's really hard for him to deal with the other party treating him like this. Hey, let's take it one step at a time. If we really can't get Baidu Qingye in the end, we can only say that Baidu Qingye has no chance with him. .??.

People who value emotions are really not suitable for practicing martial arts.

After dinner, Zhang Beicheng arranged Wang Fan and Mo Feifei on the second floor of the villa.

Mr. Huo and others are on the first floor of the villa.

Wang Fan originally wanted two rooms, but he was afraid that Zhang Heting would come to him in the middle of the night, so he didn't say anything in the end.

When Wang Fan rested, Zhang Heting came to the door, but hesitated again and again and did not dare to knock on the door.

At this time, Mr. Huo, who was wandering around, happened to see Zhang Heting.

Seeing Zhang Heting outside Wang Fan's door, he felt angry in his heart, but at the same time, he smiled on the outside.

"Tingting, what are you doing here? It's still early, why don't we go outside and take a look at the night view."

Mr. Huo walked up with a smile on his face and said to Zhang Heting.

After applying the medicine, his face was no longer swollen, but it was still slightly red. If you don't look carefully, you can't see anything strange.

"I'm sorry, I'm sleepy, I

It's time to rest." Zhang Heting frowned, but she didn't dare to say too much, so she turned around and walked to her room.

"Damn it." Mr. Huo looked at Zhang Heting's leaving back and clenched his fist fiercely, with a flash of crazy anger in his eyes.

He was almost going crazy with jealousy. Why did everyone like Wang Fan but not him?

Could he be inferior to Wang Fan?

However, no matter how angry he was, Mr. Huo did not dare to offend Wang Fan. He just walked towards Zhang Heting's room angrily.

He wanted to teach this woman a lesson.

"Mr. Huo, why are you in my room? What are you going to do?" Zhang Heting stood up immediately when she saw Mr. Huo coming in, her eyes full of disgust.

"What are you doing? Of course I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Mr. Huo closed the door and slapped Zhang Heting on the cheek.

"I'm telling you, don't mess around, or I'm going to call someone." Zhang Heting was startled, her face turned pale with anger, and she quickly backed away, grabbing a bayonet and holding it in front of her.

Mr. Huo was also afraid that Zhang Heting would really commit suicide, so he immediately stopped and shouted, "Why, why? Why do you all like that Wang Fan and not me? Why?"

It was as if he was crazy.

"Why? Why do you say why? Where were you when the man named Lian bullied me in the afternoon? Did you stand up to help me? You won't forget what you said at that time so quickly, right?"

When Young Master Huo heard that Zhang Heting had uncovered his scar, his face instantly turned ferocious, "Damn it, I'm looking for death!"

In anger, Mr. Huo couldn't bear his anger anymore and kicked Zhang Heting hard.

Zhang Heting saw Master Huo's kick coming, her expression changed drastically in an instant, but she was unable to avoid it at all.

Two lines of tears fell from her eyes, and anger and despair emerged in her eyes. Soon it was dinner time, and everyone gathered around a table and started eating.

Zhang Heting and Mo Feifei were sitting on both sides of Wang Fan, both of them were very attentive in holding dishes for Wang Fan, which made Wang Fan feel a little embarrassed.

Jiang Beirou also wanted to be next to Wang Fan, but she was not as shameless as Zhang Heting, and she really couldn't bear to accept Wang Fan's attentive food.

Mr. Huo's anger swelled even more when he saw this scene.

Damn it, this should be his treatment, why should he, Wang Fan, do it?

He hated Wang Fan even more.

Wang Fan looked at Zhang Heting's attentive look and was speechless. At the same time, he gave up the idea of ​​going to Zhang's house to steal the century-old green leaves.

It's really hard for him to deal with the other party treating him like this. Hey, let's take it one step at a time. If we really can't get Baibai Qingye in the end, we can only say that Baidu Qingye has no chance with him.

People who value emotions are really not suitable for practicing martial arts.

After dinner, Zhang Beicheng arranged Wang Fan and Mo Feifei on the second floor of the villa.

Mr. Huo and others are on the first floor of the villa.

Wang Fan originally wanted two rooms, but he was afraid that Zhang Heting would come to him in the middle of the night, so he didn't say anything in the end.

When Wang Fan rested, Zhang Heting came to the door, but hesitated again and again and did not dare to knock on the door.

At this time, Mr. Huo, who was wandering around, happened to see Zhang Heting.

Seeing Zhang Heting outside Wang Fan's door, he felt angry in his heart, but at the same time, he smiled on the outside.

"Tingting, what are you doing here? It's still early, why don't we go outside and take a look at the night view."

Mr. Huo walked up with a smile on his face and said to Zhang Heting.

After applying the medicine, his face was no longer swollen, but it was still slightly red. If you don't look carefully, you can't see anything strange.

"I'm sorry, I'm sleepy, I

It's time to rest." Zhang Heting frowned, but she didn't dare to say too much, so she turned around and walked to her room.

"Damn it." Mr. Huo looked at Zhang Heting's leaving back and clenched his fist fiercely, with a flash of crazy anger in his eyes.

He was almost going crazy with jealousy. Why did everyone like Wang Fan but not him?

Could he be inferior to Wang Fan?

However, no matter how angry he was, Mr. Huo did not dare to offend Wang Fan. He just walked towards Zhang Heting's room angrily.

He wanted to teach this woman a lesson.

"Mr. Huo, why are you in my room? What are you going to do?" Zhang Heting stood up immediately when she saw Mr. Huo coming in, her eyes full of disgust.

"What are you doing? Of course I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Mr. Huo closed the door and slapped Zhang Heting on the cheek.

"I'm telling you, don't mess around, or I'm going to call someone." Zhang Heting was startled, her face turned pale with anger, and she quickly backed away, grabbing a bayonet and holding it in front of her.

Mr. Huo was also afraid that Zhang Heting would really commit suicide, so he immediately stopped and shouted, "Why, why? Why do you all like that Wang Fan and not me? Why?"

It was as if he was crazy.

"Why? Why do you say why? Where were you when the man named Lian bullied me in the afternoon? Did you stand up to help me? You won't forget what you said at that time so quickly, right?"

When Young Master Huo heard that Zhang Heting had uncovered his scar, his face instantly turned ferocious, "Damn it, I'm looking for death!"

In anger, Mr. Huo couldn't bear his anger anymore and kicked Zhang Heting hard.

Zhang Heting saw Master Huo's kick coming, her expression changed drastically in an instant, but she was unable to avoid it at all.
Chapter completed!