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

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her coldly, not reacting at all to her sudden grimace.

Is it for his sake, or is it because you don't want to get close to him?

Zhuang Zhoucheng was 100% sure that this little beast wanted to destroy the bridge after crossing the river.

What? Now that the problem is solved, he is useless?

In a hurry to leave it alone?

Zhuang Zhoucheng extended his big palm to her. Huo Yan paused, but still put her hand into his palm.

I thought it might be useful as a crutch, but I probably wouldn't meet anyone I know.

Huo Yan limped along as he followed Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng supported her, and gradually he half hugged her.

Huo Yan was completely unaware of this change.

After reaching the third floor, Huo Yan rolled his eyes repeatedly, and finally could not help but suddenly said:

"Do you think a place like this would sell slippers?"

Her face turned red with anger. Was he deliberately slandering her?

Don’t even mention that there are no such things. Even if there are, would she buy the slippers from the counter?

really...

Zhuang Zhoucheng stopped and looked down at her.

Even when this gentleman was making concessions, his arrogance did not diminish in the slightest.

It is probably innate. When he stands there, he is so majestic and tall that it is hard not to look at him sideways.

"Where are you going to buy it?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her, but he had never bought these and really didn't know.

"There's a supermarket on the underground first floor."

Huo Yan bought all her slippers in supermarkets, and cheaper ones were also available at street stalls outside.

But she is afraid of having smelly feet wearing them, so she can still accept the ones from supermarkets.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, supermarket...

"I'll go by myself. You go ahead. I'll take the bus home later."

Huo Yan pushed him away and jumped aside.

He probably won't go to a place with a lot of people and noise.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything, probably thinking. He glanced at her and said:

"and many more."

Zhuang Zhoucheng carried Huo Yan on his back and made a phone call.

About five minutes later, the mall manager came running over, sweating profusely, and greeted him from a distance with a flattering smile:

"Mr. Zhuang, welcome to the South China Mall. Our Mr. Qian will be here soon. The products you need are here. Please follow me."

The supervisor handed it over, paused, and then quickly pulled it back.

The third master of the Beijing banker shouldn't give people face so easily, right?

To avoid embarrassment, it is better to take it back yourself.

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded slightly and called out to Huo Yan:

"Come here, Huo Yan."

Huo Yan was leaning on the guardrail and looking down. The light in the middle was really beautifully designed.

When she heard Zhuang Zhoucheng calling her, she immediately looked up at him and asked:

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, aren't you busy? I can do it myself."

Her little face was pale and adorable, and her eyes were black and round as she looked at him with a clean and pure look.

At first glance, it looks like a porcelain doll with red lips and white teeth.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked towards her, his expression unusually gentle.

He stopped in front of Huo Yan, gently rubbed her hair with his big hand, smoothed it out, and said in a low voice:

"Let's go. The manager of this mall will personally entertain you. Give him some face?"

"director?"

Huo Yan was stunned. He immediately tilted his head and looked past Zhuang Zhoucheng to see the middle-aged man who had gained weight. Then he approached Zhuang Zhoucheng and asked in a low voice:

"This is a bit of an overreaction, isn't it? I think we can do it on our own."

Zhuang Zhoucheng went straight up the pole, and his iron arm directly protected her shoulders.

I felt quite satisfied when she said "we".

Finally, when outsiders were present, she knew who to classify as an ally.

Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned forward slightly, brought his hard face close to her, brushed her face, and whispered in her ear:

"Just treat it as an ordinary shopping guide. If you take it too seriously, it will be embarrassing. What do you think?"