The evil female in the space can heal, and five beast husbands risk their lives to protect her.

Chapter 155 Sincerity
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Qiao Suluo was surprised; she never thought Yue Hanzheng would care about her.

To be honest, she has already won over four of these five beast husbands, and Yue Hanzheng is the only one she hasn't won over yet.

It was because she felt that Yue Hanzheng had a very strong opinion against her.

She never believed him, and she couldn't tell him that she wasn't the previous incarnation.

However, Yue Hanzheng is the beast husband she needs to win over, and she also needs to prevent him from turning evil, so she has been working hard to win him over.

"Perhaps it's because I cooked for them every day recently that his attitude softened."

The situation has only eased somewhat; she doesn't believe she's already won over.

"At least this is a good sign. His attitude towards you has changed, and he's not saying anything hurtful to you like he did at the beginning."

"So keep up the good work, host. I believe that with time, you will be able to win over Yue Hanzheng."

"Host, he's an Inuya beastman, and his true form is extremely handsome. Don't you want to see him?"

Qiao Suluo's mind stirred, but she didn't know what Yue Hanzheng's true form looked like.

Despite her curiosity, Qiao Suluo didn't show it on her face.

She looked at Yue Hanzheng and said, "Yes, it's all better now."

"Eat the wontons while they're still hot, and then I'll treat your leg."

You can't put too much of this kind of soupy food in, otherwise it will become tough and won't taste good.

Yue Hanzheng was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I told you that what I did to you before was my mistake, and I've been trying to make up for it. I hope you can see my change and my sincerity."

Qiao Suluo knew that she had said these things so many times that Yue Hanzheng's ears were probably tired of hearing them, but she still had to say them.

At least she made her stance clear.

Yue Hanzheng said softly, "Mm."

Qiao Suluo was stunned when she heard this word.

When she first said those words, Yue Hanzheng would always mock her for not trusting her. Later, he became indifferent and distant, too lazy to say a word or respond.

I can say one word now.

Qiao Suluo communicated with the system telepathically, asking, "What does he mean by that?"

“He wouldn’t even say ‘uh’ before.”

The system analysis said, "Perhaps he heard what you said this time and took it to heart, and believes that you were not lying to him."

Yue Hanzheng no longer refuses to eat the food made by Qiao Suluo.

He ate with great elegance, making absolutely no sound.

Looking at his refined and noble appearance, Qiao Suluo was momentarily dazed.

She remembered Yue Hanzheng's identity. He had shown exceptional talent since childhood, possessing both literary and martial skills. He was also the heir of the Duke of Dingguo and had been carefully raised since childhood. If he hadn't suffered the same torment as his predecessor, he wouldn't have developed such a bad temper.

It is said that the heir of the Duke of Dingguo has a very good temper.

While Qiao Suluo was deep in thought, Yue Hanzheng was eating wontons with great concentration.

Only after taking a bite of the wonton did he realize how delicious it was.

His favorite food is actually wontons. He often ate them when he was in the capital. When he was guarding the border and fighting, he would also have a bowl of hot wontons at a roadside stall when he had a moment to spare. He felt that it was very down-to-earth.

But the wontons that Qiao Suluo made tasted different from any he had eaten before.

He had to admit that these were the best wontons he had ever eaten.

It seemed to remind him of many times in a short period of time.

Yue Hanzheng looked down at Qiao Suluo, who was sitting next to him talking to Dong Qing.

At this moment, she smiled gently, chatting and laughing with Dongqing.

She had never smiled at him like that before.

Qiao Suluo was happy to talk to Dongqing because Dongqing always supported her when she ate.

"Miss Qiao, your wontons are absolutely delicious. It's a good thing our young master isn't here, otherwise I could have eaten two servings."

"Won't you be full?" Qiao Suluo filled each serving with a lot.

Holly smiled and said, "It's okay to eat a little too much sometimes." "It's just so delicious."

"Miss Qiao, I really don't know how you cook, every dish is delicious."

“My young master will be very upset if he doesn’t get to eat the wontons you made, Miss Qiao, when he comes back.”

He even wished that the young master would marry Miss Qiao, so that as the young master's subordinate, he could often eat Miss Qiao's cooking.

Qiao Suluo enjoys cooking; she finds the process of making delicious food relaxing and enjoyable.

She feels a sense of accomplishment, especially when the food she makes is so well-liked and appreciated.

"It's alright, I'll make some wontons and bring them over when Young Master Gu returns."

Dong Qing looked at Qiao Su Luo and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Qiao, what do you think of my young master?"

Without hesitation, Qiao Suluo replied, "Of course it's great."

Which one is better?

Dongqing couldn't help but feel anxious.

But you can't ask too obviously; you have to ask tentatively.

His young master is aloof and only cares about treating patients and saving lives; he spends his days fiddling with medicinal herbs.

Previously, my only interest was in researching prescriptions and rare medicinal herbs.

He's not interested in anything else, and he's even less interested in females.

But ever since he met Miss Qiao, he has noticed that his young master treats her differently.

Young Master always puts Miss Qiao's affairs first.

He wanted to help Miss Qiao prepare the medicine to prevent miscarriage, but the young master insisted on preparing the medicine himself, refusing to let him do it.

He said he couldn't control the heat well.

He had followed the young master since he was a child, helping him brew medicine. It was only when he lost control of the heat that he realized how badly he had been cooking.

Miss Qiao is so wonderful; he would definitely support his young master if she became his wife.

But the young master remained silent, revealing nothing of his thoughts, so it was no wonder Miss Qiao couldn't possibly discover anything.

"Young Master Gu is a doctor with a kind heart and noble character, which is admirable."

"Moreover, Young Master Gu has helped me a lot, and I am very grateful to him."

Upon hearing these words, Dongqing became even more anxious.

These words are as good as saying nothing at all.

However, this at least shows that Miss Qiao doesn't dislike her son.

“Miss Qiao, my young master has never been so kind to anyone else. When it comes to your matter, he is more anxious than anyone else…”

"Cough cough..."

Before Dong Qing could finish speaking, Qiao Su Luo heard Yue Han Zheng cough.

Upon hearing Yue Hanzheng's cough, Qiao Suluo hurried over and asked, "Yue Hanzheng, how are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yue Hanzheng felt that he had just understood Dong Qing's words and realized what he wanted to do.

He also knew that Gu Songlan might like Qiao Suluo.

He felt a tightness in his chest and an itchy throat, and couldn't help but cough.

Seeing Qiao Suluo come over to ask him questions, Yue Hanzheng felt much better about the heavy feeling in his chest.

"Are you worried about me?"

Qiao Suluo nodded and said, "Of course, your body has finally recovered, and I can heal your leg right away. We can't afford any problems now."

As Qiao Suluo spoke, she reached out her hand and said, "Let me take your pulse first."

Now, Yue Hanzheng is very cooperative with Qiao Suluo, and directly extends his hand.

Yue Hanzheng's hands are very beautiful, fair and slender, smooth as jade, but perhaps because he practiced martial arts before, his fingers have many calluses.

Qiao Suluo placed her hand on it, and when Yue Hanzheng felt the skin and temperature of her fingers, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly, and his breathing involuntarily softened.

(End of this chapter)