Chapter 1077: Different treatment between sisters
Chapter 1077: Differential treatment between sisters
Faintly, there were sounds of admiration coming one after another.
Xia Ling has long been used to such compliments. She sat down next to Pei Ziheng with a smile, and pulled Xia Yu to sit on the other side of her body: "The three of us rarely eat together, so we are so happy."
Pei Ziheng pampered her and spread the tablecloth for her.
Xia Yu looked at them jealously while laying out her own tablecloth. Her hazy eyes glanced at the empty seat on the other side of Pei Ziheng. Her lips moved slightly, but she still didn't dare to ask for a change. Location. Sitting next to Xia Ling, she could feel all kinds of eyes around her looking at her sister, but she herself was like an invisible person following her sister, without any sense of existence.
She had had enough of this.
Xia Ling smiled and asked her to order, pushing the thick and beautifully made menu in front of her.
She was absent-minded, scanning the pictures and texts on the menu over and over again, but she couldn't read even a single word. All she was thinking about was what happened these days - after her heart disease was cured, the original sallowness and swelling on her face faded away, and she regained her health, and her appearance was also very beautiful. No matter where she went, she often I heard people praising: "That little girl is so pretty."
However, once I'm with my sister, the nightmares from the past come back.
No one paid attention to her anymore, as if the beauty she was proud of was just a weak firefly, not enough to compete with the sun and the moon. She... hates it so much! Why did Xia Ling come to Paris?
Can't you see her having a happy birthday in a few days?
She stretched out her hand and ordered a few dishes at random, feeling confused.
Xia Ling saw that she had no energy to speak, so she just thought she was weak and weak. She didn't take it seriously and said to Pei Ziheng, "Brother Pei Ziheng, let's eat quickly. Xiao Yu is a little tired. Eat early and go back to rest early."
Pei Ziheng said "Okay" gently.
Xia Yu's heart skipped a beat. She actually took in what she said - is this Xia Ling here specifically to disrupt the situation? She finally found a chance to have dinner with Pei Ziheng, but Xia Ling got distracted by just a few words! Not just plugging it in and using it as a light bulb, but also speeding up your meal! "I..." Xia Yu wanted to say something, but stopped talking and smiled weakly, "Sister, I really feel sorry for me." What's the use of protesting now? Pei Ziheng was obedient to his sister and would not listen at all. It would be better to find a chance to be alone with him next time.
Xia Yu ate her meal obediently while thinking about it.
Xia Ling smiled and touched her head: "Eat more and grow taller."
Sitting on the chair, swaying with his calves, he happily peeled the lobster.
Pei Ziheng took it and peeled it for her carefully: "You are still saying that others are so short."
“I’m still growing!” She refused to accept it and protested in a low voice.
With a smile in her eyes, Pei Ziheng put the peeled lobster meat into her bowl: "I am sixteen years old. I will be seventeen next year. What else is there to grow? Last time I went to the training camp to see you, I saw you All the students in the class are taller than you, and if you continue like this, you won’t even be able to find someone with the perfect stage height difference.”
“Hmph,” she refused, biting the lobster angrily, and after a while, she added, “They are all vying to play with me, and they are all willing to be in the wrong position. This is charm, charm.”
Pei Ziheng smiled gently and continued to peel the lobster for her.
“I will grow again,” she said, taking several bites of lobster meat. “I will.”
“Do you really want to grow taller?”
"Because..." She suddenly turned her head and looked at him with bright eyes, "Because Brother Pei, you are very tall. If I can match you with the perfect stage height difference, I will definitely turn heads when I go out in the future."
The "ding" sound was the spoon in Xia Yu's hand accidentally hitting the edge of the cup and plate.
Pei Ziheng's eyes became dark, and he looked at the girl beside him and said nothing for a while. Does she know what she's talking about? Is the height difference between him and me perfect for the stage? Is it just a whim or... "Sister is joking again," Xia Yu said with a pale expression. She forced a smile and said, "The difference in stage height is because of being on stage." It’s for the audience to see that Brother Pei is not an artist, he is engaged in big business. Sister, how can you use the standards of an artist to ask Brother Pei? Besides, it’s time to finalize your appearance at the age of sixteen, and you can’t grow that tall.” Her voice floated faintly in the air.
Xia Ling was a little frustrated, but more stubborn: "I can grow that tall!"
Clenched his little fists and looked at Pei Ziheng again: "Brother Pei, do you think so?"
“Why?” Pei Ziheng asked in a deep voice.
“Huh?” She blinked.
“Why do you want to match me for a perfect stage height difference?”
"I like walking with you," Xia Ling smiled without any hesitation, "Since we are going to walk together, we must look the best and look the best, and our heights must be coordinated, don't you think so? ?”
that's all?
Pei Ziheng felt a little empty and at ease in his heart. An emotion that even he couldn't explain spread over him, gently tickling his heart like a feather. Over the years, this feather-like emotion had appeared countless times. He didn't know what it was, and it made him a little irritated.
He lowered his head and continued to peel the shrimp for her. He was a little absent-minded and cut his hand on the shrimp shell.
Xia Ling made a fuss and called the waiter, got a band-aid and insisted on putting it on him. He watched in silence as she awkwardly wrapped the band-aid around his finger, a small "patch", which looked a little funny.
"Okay," she felt a sense of accomplishment and clapped her hands, "This way the wound will heal faster. Brother Pei, please stop peeling the shrimps. I'm full. Let's eat the after-dinner fruit."
Her clear voice echoed in the restaurant.
Pei Ziheng looked at her smile under the light, his heartbeat a little irregular.
Xia Yu looked at Pei Ziheng, her expression paled again, and she felt depressed and unhappy.
"What's so delicious about fruit?" He pressed Xia Ling's hand that was ringing the bell and said, "Xiao Yu is tired. I asked the driver to take her back to the hotel, and then I took you to an ice cream shop by the Seine River. The ice cream is delicious.”
“Wow, really?” She likes to eat ice cream the most, and her eyes sparkled when she heard this.
Pei Ziheng smiled: "Of course." Hearing that she was coming, he asked Chu Chen early to find out what delicious and fun places there were in Paris, especially her favorite amusement parks and ice cream shops, which he already knew very well.
Xia Yu's heart ached like a knife. She recalled that when she first arrived in Paris, although Pei Ziheng arranged for her subordinates to receive her attentively, he never asked her what she liked to eat, let alone took her anywhere.
This is differential treatment.
"I'm not tired yet..." she said pitifully, hoping to go eat ice cream with them. When she thought of her sister being alone with Pei Ziheng, the flames of jealousy in her heart were like burning people to ashes.
There is another chapter tonight, still writing, will be posted later
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