Chapter 281 I choked and you’re still laughing?

The weather in Seoul in April is at its most comfortable.

It’s best if it’s neither too hot nor too cold, but there’s no harm in having a bottle of chilled champagne.

Although Jiang Zhaohuan can't drink, his skill in pouring wine is perfect.

This is also learned later.

Who told him to pour wine to increase his participation when the crew had a dinner together in order to avoid drinking?

It's three o'clock in the morning.

As a single man and a single woman were together here, Bae Joo-hyun didn't dare to drink too much.

Although she knew that the person in front of her would not do anything to her, she sneaked out. If the members knew about it, it would be very troublesome.

Jiang Zhaohuan knew his alcohol tolerance very well, so he didn't drink too much and only poured a little.

He wanted to eat something rather than drink, so he simply grabbed a bucket of ramen.

The cooked ramen is indeed more delicious, but it is more troublesome to wash the pot.

Jiang Zhaohuan just wanted to fill his stomach, so he didn't bother and chose something more convenient.

What he didn't expect was that he was targeted as soon as the ramen was ready.

He noticed Bae Joo Hyun's stealthful glance at him and asked:
"You want a bucket too?"

"Ne, Kang San Mida."

Jiang Zhaohuan stood up with a smile, poured the water in, and skillfully sealed the lid with a fork.

He put the ramen in front of Bae Joo-hyun and did not forget to tease her.

"Aren't you afraid of swelling when you work tomorrow?"

Bae Joo-hyun took out a hair band from her pocket and tied it into a single ponytail which was also suitable for her to eat.

She looked up at Zhao Huan who was sitting opposite her and said calmly:

"Isn't it tomorrow already? And female artists have a secret to dealing with edema, so don't worry."

Although Kang Do-hwan is not prone to edema, this condition occasionally occurs due to the long hours of staying up late and eating midnight snacks on the crew.

He usually uses sugar control methods and prohibits the intake of high-salt and high-fat foods.

Sometimes it's really hard to avoid these two things living on the peninsula.

As long as you eat, you can't avoid kimchi.

This thing is a major cause of edema.

Jiang Zhaohuan was quite curious about how Bae Zhuxuan reduced the edema, as he had hardly ever seen her face swollen.

He picked up the glass, took a sip of the sweet champagne, and said half-jokingly:
"Secret? I really want to learn it. Can Mr. Pei teach me?"

"What is Teacher Pei? He's nothing special."

"So what?"

"Use a basin of ice cubes and put your face in it to reduce swelling quickly."

The more Bae Joo-hyun spoke, the uglier Kang Do-hwan's face looked, and her voice unconsciously became smaller.

Why does it feel like he's angry?

Kang Do Hwan was indeed a little angry. He knew that female idols would use ice cubes to reduce swelling in order to look better on camera.

But he didn't expect that such an extreme method would be used.

Jiang Zhaohuan noticed Bae Zhuxuan's cautious gaze and realized that he looked quite fierce when he frowned.

He tried his best to relax his expression, and his frown gradually relaxed.

"You should not... No, you and your members should not use this method to reduce swelling.

Using so much ice to stimulate the face, what if you get facial paralysis? And it’s not good for the body either.”

Bae Joo-hyun could naturally hear his concern for her, and she nodded obediently without refutation.

She pays great attention to her health and controls her diet intake to maintain her condition.

Bae Joo-hyun knew that Do-hwan was a medical student, and to be honest, she felt sorry that he chose to drop out of school for his career.

She picked up the wine glass in front of her and clinked it lightly, then asked with a smile:

"Does Dr. Jiang have any recommendations?"

"Reduce the consumption of high-salt and high-fat foods such as ramen and kimchi, and drink less water after 6 pm."

Jiang Zhaohuan lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, then added,
"If conditions permit, you can do a sweat steam or a half-body bath, which can help with facial swelling."

Bae Joo-hyun actually knew it, but she just wanted to communicate with him more.

She didn't forget her business, and after a glass of champagne, she went straight to sit next to Do Hwan. She took out her cell phone, which contained a few Chinese sentences that the company required her to learn.

Pei Zhuxuan deliberately deleted all the phonetic notations of the translation teacher, and said with one hand supporting her head:

"Now I am Teacher Jiang, please guide me on this sentence."

Jiang Zhaohuan took a look at his phone and found that they were all some common sentences.

He took out a pen and paper and wrote it down and marked the Korean pronunciation.

The vocabulary is not large, and if you mark it carefully, you can probably complete the guidance work in two minutes.

Kang Do Hwan tried hard to act like "My Korean isn't good enough."

It took me a whole minute just to pronounce the sentence "Have you eaten?"

No matter how hard he tried to show his acting skills, he only lasted five minutes.

Jiang Chaohuan handed the written paper to Bae Zhuxuan and read it as a demonstration.

Bae Joo-hyun held her cheeks and lowered her head. She deliberately untied her ponytail in order to use the loose hair hanging in front of her forehead to cover the smile that was gradually rising at the corners of her mouth.

She really likes the way Do Hwan speaks Chinese, which is slightly lower than when he speaks Korean.

Especially when it comes to the words "I like you guys".

Her ears automatically blocked out the last word.

After Jiang Zhaohuan finished reading the whole thing, he took a sip of the already cooled ramen and asked:
"It's very simple now that we have Zhuyin. Just pay attention to the pronunciation."

"I'm sure my pronunciation won't be as standard as yours."

"Chinese is my mother tongue after all."

Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from the mobile phone that was placed on the table.

Jiang Zhaohuan subconsciously thought it was his phone, so he picked it up and tried to unlock it but found out it was not his.

The message prompt on the screen still shows the content.

[Jung Seong-gyu]: Irene, you are going to China, right? I am going too. Can we meet sometime?

Jiang Zhaohuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and being a sensitive person, he quickly noticed that something was wrong.

Why does this name sound familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere before?
When Bae Joo-hyun realized that it was her phone, she reached out to take it and looked at the message.

After seeing the sender of the new message, his face turned grim.

Jiang Zhaohuan picked up the unfinished champagne and concealed his emotions.

He felt as if his heart was being grabbed by someone, and asked nervously:
"…Is it from someone you don't like?"

"Yes, he is chasing me."

Jiang Zhaohuan was choked by the other party's honesty and started coughing violently.

His whole handsome face turned red, causing Bae Joo-hyun to pat him on the back and laugh secretly.

Jiang Zhaohuan, who finally calmed down, felt a little aggrieved.

"I choked and you're still laughing?"

Bae Joo-hyun was naturally happy because of the other party's anxiety and the jealousy that was about to overflow.

She did not answer this question, but looked directly into his eyes which were wet from coughing, and said very seriously:

"I don't like him, but it's hard to get rid of him."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaohuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and tried hard to pretend that he didn't care.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, and asked in a muffled voice:
"He's someone important? A senior executive of a certain company?"

"He is the only son of the vice president of JungStar Advertising Company. He has a partnership with our company, so we can't just refuse."

"So the company asked you to just do it for now?"

"Inside."

Jiang Zhaohuan narrowed his eyes. No wonder he felt that the name Zheng Chengkui looked familiar.

If I remember correctly, JungStar and Lao Song did have some cooperation, but it was limited to small-scale cooperation on the peninsula.

He lowered his head, took out his cell phone, and quickly edited a message to Lao Song.

The content is very simple, it's just a complaint.

And added a sentence at the end.

Lao Song, I leave my happiness to you.

　Zheng Chenggui is a casual original.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)