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

Zhuang Zhoucheng returned to his previous question and said:

"So you think your obligation to me is to have sex with me, like a one-night stand, with a fixed price?"

Huo Yan's face turned pale.

Could it hurt any more?

Zhuang Zhoucheng let go of her, put his big hands into his trouser pockets, looked down at her, and said:

"You'll get more if you stay with me."

The implication was that he would rather hear that she chose to stay with him rather than a transaction.

But Huo Yan didn't want to and couldn't wait to end this relationship. How could she possibly stay with him?

Such a naked negotiation was already unbearable for her.

But reality forced her to face it.

"I don't want more. I just want you to help me pay for my mother's medical expenses. I just want the doctor to treat my mother. I just want my mother to not be unable to sleep in the middle of the night due to pain..."

Huo Yan choked up as he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her without changing his expression, as he knew that this girl was a weak one to cry.

No matter how sad she was, she remained unmoved. Perhaps this man was naturally indifferent and did not need to pay too much attention to things that had nothing to do with him.

"Tell me, what are your plans?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said concedingly.

Huo Yan looked at him and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

In fact, it was a little difficult for her to say this. After all, she was still a little girl who had not yet entered society. She had received more than ten years of traditional education and her personality was extremely rigid.

She was too embarrassed to speak out her plans.

"Or let me decide?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said again. He had never been so patient before.

"No, no, I think it's okay... you help me pay for a course of treatment, and I'll do that with you once... It's a bit expensive, but you're so rich..."

Huo Yan looked at him with a flushed face, gritted his teeth, and asked tentatively:

"May I?"

"How often?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked back.

Huo Yan's held onto aura instantly collapsed, and his face flushed red.

"One, one month?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned black.

Huo Yan quickly changed the subject tentatively, "Is half a month okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were gloomy, and he was obviously dissatisfied.

Huo Yan was about to cry, "So, a week?"

"can."

Zhuang Zhoucheng was like a mountain, standing still.

The tone was still so cold and decisive.

"..."

Huo Yan looked up at him. Did he agree?

Each course of treatment costs nearly 20,000 yuan, and he agreed?

Zhuang Zhoucheng reached out and pulled Huo Yan to his side. He leaned over and placed his lips on her face, and actually opened his mouth and bit her tender face.

Huo Yan quickly covered her hands and looked at him in horror. What did he want to do?

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled silently, raised his hand and pinched her face. Is this scary?

"What else do you want?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's tone was somewhat cheerful, and he was undoubtedly in a good mood.

Huo Yan opened her mouth, wanting to speak but stopped herself. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head seriously, "No more."

"If you don't have any, just go sit over there, sleep, play computer, it's all up to you." Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

Huo Yan stood still. Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed her hair. Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng with a frown and said:

"Can I go to the hospital?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

Huo Yan reached out, carefully grasped his sleeve, and shook it: "Can I get in the way?"

"Let Lu Zeng take you there." Zhuang Zhoucheng was convinced. Look at the time. It's already three o'clock. This little troublemaker...