Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Chapter 396 Are you feeling better?

"it is good."

Han Ting walked in and sat down on the sofa leisurely.

Shang Aiying:…"

Okay, as long as you like it!

Sure enough, with the handsome guy around, Afu and Xinxin looked rejuvenated and charming in front of the camera. The cameraman couldn't help but praise them.

However, Shang Aiying, who usually has a great sense of camera, was always shy this time, as if she couldn't let go.

The cameraman couldn't help but suggest, "Miss Shang, why don't you have a drink? Maybe a little tipsy feeling will feel better."

Before Shang Aiying could speak, Han Ting said coldly, "She can't drink."

Why would someone who was taking anti-inflammatory drugs a few days ago drink alcohol!

Cameraman: "..."

Afu and Xinxin on the side: "..."

Sure enough, there is something going on with these two people!

When Sakurako saw this handsome Korean guy, she felt something was wrong!

And handsome Han never took his loving eyes away from Sakurako!

Ah Fu was a smart person. She immediately called her two assistants and said, "It's all packed. Yingzi is not in good condition today. We won't shoot anymore. We'll shoot it another day."

Then he looked at the cameraman and said, "That's all for today. Thank you for your hard work, brother."

He quickly cleared all the people out, then pulled Xinxin along and made an excuse to slip away quickly.

Shang Aiying stomped her feet in anger when she saw them running away faster than rabbits.

They just grabbed the person and ran away, these two bad guys!

Han Ting saw her wearing a one-shoulder little black dress and stomping barefoot on the furry carpet. She looked indescribably cute and lovely.

The chubby little face is cute, the round shoulders are cute, and even the slightly chubby legs are cute...

After so many years, he still hasn't grown up and still has such a chubby figure, like a big kid.

His voice softened a bit: "Are you feeling better?"

Shang Aiying was still angry and looked at him blankly.

Han Ting glanced at her and asked, "Down there, is it feeling better?"

Shang Aiying: “…”

The image of him applying medicine suddenly popped into my mind, and my legs suddenly felt weak.

My toes curled unconsciously as they stepped on the carpet.

With a stern face, he said, "Please don't worry about my health, Mr. Han."

Han Ting stood up, walked barefoot on the carpet, walked towards her, and stopped in front of her.

He looked down at her, "What if I insist on bothering? Do you want me to check it myself?"

He was tall and imposing, his eyes dim and unclear behind his gold-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

She unconsciously took a step back and murmured, "No, Mr. Han, there's no need to worry."

Han Ting took a step forward and said, "Miss Shang, why are you being so polite?"

Shang Aiying took another step back: "Yes, be polite."

Han Ting took another step forward: "Miss Shang, you're welcome."

She retreated, he advanced, she retreated, he advanced...

They confronted each other step by step until she had no way to retreat, trapped between the French window behind her and his huge body.

Shang Aiying had no way to retreat, but instead became angry and pushed him with one hand: "Han Ting, what are you doing?"

The man in front of me didn't move at all.

Han Ting raised his hands, grasped her two small hands, lowered his eyes to look at her, and said lazily: "Miss Shang, now you don't want to talk to me anymore?

When you need me, you call me over to apply medicine, but when you don’t need me, you don’t even want to look at me?

Oh, yes, this has always been Miss Shang's style. When she's in the mood, she treats people like pets, but when she's not, she kicks them away and discards them like old shoes."

Shang Aiying: “…”

My heart tightened and I couldn't breathe.