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

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face was very tense. She wore it on purpose for him to see. Wasn't this her purpose?

It's unnecessary to cry now. I'd better save my tears in the future.

"Are you satisfied?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

“No need to replace it.”

Huo Yan spoke in a depressed tone, still feeling sad.

You're such a grown-up, isn't it embarrassing to cry in the street?

Mainly, she was angry because of Zhuang Zhoucheng's overly domineering behavior. Why did he throw her things?

Even if it breaks, it's still hers. Why should he have the final say?

He even took it off her feet and threw it away. Huo Yan was very dissatisfied.

Lu Zeng drove out, Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her, but Huo Yan didn't move. Zhuang Zhoucheng put her in the car with a sullen face.

"Huo Yan, my patience is limited."

Zhuang Zhou admitted that he felt it necessary to tell her that it was better to stop playing such ridiculous tricks.

"Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you if I can. Don't try to play tricks on me." Zhuang Zhoucheng said calmly.

It’s best to avoid such clever tricks.

Huo Yan sobbed, turned to look at Zhuang Zhoucheng, and pursed her lips tightly.

Did he think she was pretending to be pitiful?

To win his sympathy?

It turns out that all men are the same, they are all arrogant!

Don't speak, be silent.

I don't want to talk to such people, because they feel that everything others do is calculated against them.

But her silence was seen as tacit agreement by Zhuang Zhoucheng. He glanced at her face, raised his hand and pinched it, saying:

"Behave a little, huh?"

Huo Yan turned his face to the outside and didn't look at him.

She just dislikes this person and hates him!

There is no other reason, it's just disgust and hate!

If it weren't for her mother, she would never come to him for help, and she wouldn't even look at him. What's the big deal?

The car went to the South China Mall.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took a pair of shoes from the display cabinet and asked Huo Yan to change into them.

The lady at the counter stood aside and didn't dare to say anything.

Because Lu Zeng had made the arrangements earlier, their grandfather had to choose for himself.

The lady at the counter wanted to talk. Every time a pair of shoes is sold here, the shoe salesperson will get a commission.

But the clerk couldn't resist the powerful aura of the boss. It was obvious that the boss was not in a good mood at the moment, so he didn't dare to say a word.

Zhuang Zhoucheng half-knelt in front of Huo Yan, holding her feet, and asked:

"Like it?"

Lu Zeng felt that it was enough for a woman to be humbled like Mr. Zhou once in her life, but the young lady was still in a bad mood.

Lu Zeng really felt that enough was enough. How could Mr. Zhou give in to a woman to this extent?

Huo Yan turned around and glared at Lu Zeng, because Lu Zeng was behind her, winking at her through the mirror in front of her.

Huo Yan hated people like Lu Zeng and felt that agreeing with Zhuang Zhoucheng was just embarrassing herself...

After thinking about it, she compromised. It was her own request in the first place.

Looking at the shoes on her feet, she raised her round toes and said:

"Do you think these shoes fit me?"

She said this a little angrily, but it really didn't go with her T-shirt and jeans.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked up at what she was wearing. Huo Yan curled her lips and muttered unhappily:

"Are you trying to change my clothes again? You just think I'm blackmailing you on purpose, right?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused, his face expression uncertain, and he pulled the person out.

The heels were too high, so Huo Yan had difficulty walking. He took big steps and didn't try to get past others, so he slowed down after a few steps.

He looked back at her, held her hand tightly, put his arm around her waist and started walking again.