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

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat on the bed, held her in his arms, pinched her little face, and rubbed her hands:

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

Sure enough, his smile was intriguing. He packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said:

"You stay here for the next few days and watch over her. If she needs anything, have Lu Zeng bring it to her."

"Third Master, I remember that you have never liked me. Why did you let me stay here?" Guo Ran said with a smile.

Lu Zeng then took over and said:

"I live in the apartment next door."

Sure enough, the smile on his face froze.

But it's also true that all the men in the banker's house are of the same character. Those who they like are priceless treasures, and those who they don't like are just garbage no matter how good they are.

Putting it aside, what is it actually?

Selfishness, protecting one's shortcomings, and tyranny are the military power ideology that does not tolerate disobedience.

In her opinion, the woman on the bed was just average, just a little younger.

Look around, there are so many young girls.

But this gentleman can't help but like her. If this gentleman likes her, no matter what else about her, she is good.

Lu Zeng led Guoran downstairs.

There is an apartment building A next to it, and starting from the tenth floor, all the floors above are Zhuang Zhoucheng's private property.

Huo Yan's head was dizzy, and he opened his eyes and closed them again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand kept fiddling with her face. It was unknown whether this gentleman felt something particularly interesting or what, but he loved this action very much.

Huo Yan hummed and exhaled through his nose. Maybe his nose was a little blocked, so he breathed in and out.

Maybe she was annoyed with him, and her little face kept burrowing into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was very satisfied with Huo Yan's current intimacy.

This is right, this is how his woman should be.

He lifted Huo Yan's chin and kissed her little mouth without any disgust.

He bit her face back and forth several times before letting go.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pinched Huo Yan's face and said:

"Get some sleep and be well again tonight, ok?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng tucked the person into the quilt with a smile and went downstairs.

Sure enough, he stayed with Huo Yan all afternoon.

Not long after Huo Yan's temperature subsided, it came back up again, and it was even more serious, so he had to be given another injection.

As expected, I felt that this woman was just acting up. She tossed and turned all afternoon, but after Zhuang Zhoucheng came back, she gradually calmed down. I said something in my heart, picked up the medicine box and left.

Huo Yan finally woke up at night, sat up, changed his clothes, and put on a thicker pair of pajamas.

No wonder she felt hot, wearing such pajamas in such hot weather.

I stared at the clothes, my mind was in a daze.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was sitting next to him, looking up at him, moving his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood up and sat beside the bed:

"Feeling okay?"

The big palm stroked her messy hair.

Huo Yan looked at him blankly without saying a word.

It was a little difficult to breathe through my nose, and when I inhaled hard, the air was blocked and felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled out a piece of tissue and gave it to her.

Huo Yan took it and blew hard into his nose a few times. It cleared it out, but it was still blocked.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pinched her nose and asked in a low voice:

"Uncomfortable?"

Huo Yan still had that dead look on his face, not saying a word, not nodding or shaking his head, just like a fool.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pinched her face, Huo Yan stretched out her hand to block it, and finally looked him in the eye.

"Where's my mother?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face darkened and he said:

"Huo Yan, what you should do is accept the reality, do you understand?"