A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Huo Yan didn't care whether it was embarrassing or not. She was lying on the table anyway and no one could see her face.

A faint smile appeared on Zhuang Zhoucheng's lips. It was just like teasing a little toy, which was quite amusing.

Maybe this made me relax, it felt pretty good.

The meal was delivered, and Zhuang Zhoucheng directly pulled Huo Yan up. Huo Yan turned around and wanted to glare at him, but his eyes changed halfway and he quickly looked away.

"Mr. Zhuang, Miss, please enjoy your meal." The manager left after setting up the Western food.

"Why is that manager so polite?"

He bowed almost 90 degrees, but he never did that to others.

Huo Yan turned his head to look at the manager who was leaving and asked as he moved outside.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said: "Because I am the owner of the restaurant."

Huo Yan was stunned for a second, then slowly turned to look at him, bit his lower lip, and asked tentatively:

"Then, will you take my money?"

She pointed at the Italian meal in front of her and said, "This is not what I want. I want fried noodles."

"Fried noodles." Zhuang Zhou said.

"..."

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng with his huge eyes, "Okay, fried noodles... but you changed it to noodles!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at her with dark eyes. It was hard to imagine that he would argue about such an issue with a little fool.

"Don't want to eat?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

"Eat." Huo Yan muttered.

Zhuang Zhoucheng rarely responded to things that were taken for granted, such as when she repeatedly asked him to borrow money, or when she asked if he would accept her money.

I feel it's a waste of time to talk to her.

Huo Yan took a fork and rolled up the noodles on the plate, eating them in small bites, and his eating manner was quite polite.

Hers was black pepper beef fillet noodles, and Zhuang Zhoucheng's was black pepper steak, probably the flavor Zhuang Zhoucheng liked.

Huo Yan is not a picky eater and will eat anything he can. He drinks the lemon black tea in big gulps, and the cool feeling in his stomach makes him feel comfortable.

There was nothing left of my own food. The dessert was patches, then the fruit, and I drank every last sip of black tea.

When eating out, the way to go is to avoid wasting food.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was quite satisfied with Huo Yan's performance and looked at her sideways.

This little thing is a little delicate, but easy to raise!

Not picky about food, not wasteful, eats whatever is given, which is good.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was dining as elegantly as a nobleman. Huo Yan glanced at Zhuang Zhoucheng and turned to the window.

I was wondering if she had just wolfed down the food.

It's a bit embarrassing, my ears turned red unconsciously.

Zhuang Zhoucheng finished his meal and the waiter took away the tableware and brought him two glasses of water.

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat for a while, and seeing that the time was almost up, he raised his hand and clamped it on the back of Huo Yan's neck, saying:

"Walk."

Huo Yan subconsciously shrank his neck and pulled his hand that was stuck on his neck:

"Can you sit for a while longer?" He was undoubtedly too full.

She looked back at Zhuang Zhoucheng, still pulling his hand.

"Go back and rest, huh?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng grabbed her by the back of the neck and lifted her up.

"Hinder..." Why does this person always force others to hinder him?

Hadn't she explained it clearly enough? She wanted to sit for a while.

But he helped her, and at this critical moment, whatever he said was what mattered.

"Okay." He agreed reluctantly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't care whether she was reluctant or not, and walked out with his men.

Huo Yan took two steps and was taken away and could not move forward.

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes and looked at her. This woman's temper was quite inexplicable.

"what happened again?"

"You're walking too fast."

Huo Yan grumbled in annoyance. She simply couldn't keep up, okay?