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

Huo Yan was so angry that she stepped forward and pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng again, crying:

"I bought that with my money. It's my stuff, you know. I haven't offended you in any way. You can't be so mean and just throw it away. Zhuang Zhoucheng, you really, really went too far. I don't want to see you again. I hate you..."

I left crying, I was really heartbroken.

What's the difference between this guy and a bully? He did this to her for no reason, said nothing, and just threw all her things away. Is he crazy?

Did she provoke him?

He threw her things and was still aggressive. Is he right?

He is not God, why should we listen to him?

I walked and cried, so sad.

Wancheng stood in front and Huo Yan bumped into him.

Turning around and walking to the other side, Suohe was standing in front.

"Step aside!"

Huo Yan pushed Suo He angrily.

Suo He took a step back and whispered:

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"Who wants this!" Huo Yan roared, his eyes and nose red.

When Huo Yan started to walk away, Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her back and held her in his arms.

"Okay, stop messing around, ok?"

His tone was lowered, not as intimidating as before.

Huo Yan suddenly burst into tears, grabbed Zhuang Zhoucheng's clothes, buried her face in his clothes, and cried silently.

"How could you do this? Zhuang Zhoucheng, you're going too far. I didn't spend your money, I bought it with my own money, blah blah..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng pressed Huo Yan's head into his arms, stroking it from time to time with his big palm.

"Don't cry. A three-year-old is greedy. If he doesn't listen, it's because he doesn't understand. You're already eighteen, and you still don't understand? Those things are not clean. What did the news report say? They are all made of garbage. If you eat them, you will harm yourself. Do you understand?"

It was rare that I gave an explanation, which softened my heart and I explained in a calm voice.

"So many people ate it, but no one died..." Huo Yan protested.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said with a serious face:

"You have to listen to what I say!"

Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng away and wiped her tears:

"I hate you!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled Huo Yan towards the two banks.

At this point, people were coming and going, and I don’t know how many people were watching from a distance.

It seems that this gentleman is not as popular in Kyoto as in the capital.

If this happens in Beijing, he will be the one on the headlines tomorrow.

Huo Yan buried his head in eating without saying a word, never raising his head once, and finished eating.

Zhuang Zhoucheng flipped through a financial magazine, sat for a while, looked at her, and asked:

"All right?"

Huo Yan also pretended to be deaf and dumb and said nothing.

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at her. With her petty temper, he knew he would give her a good beating sooner or later.

"Let's go."

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood up and handed her his big hand.

Huo Yan stretched out his hand and placed it in his palm subconsciously.

But after stretching it out, I immediately regretted it and quickly retracted it.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned cold and he pulled her out.

Huo Yan stumbled to catch up. His steps were long and fast, and she had a hard time keeping up.

"No, wait, slow down a bit—"

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly stopped, looked at her sideways, and said angrily:

"You're addicted to making trouble, aren't you?"

Huo Yan looked up at him, biting her lip, and stubbornly refused to speak.

How could she be making a fuss?

He was walking too fast in the first place, who asked him to hold your hand?

Zhuang Zhoucheng gave her a cold look, and only after seeing her lower her head did he move forward.

Huo Yan followed behind and stammered:

"I didn't ask you to hold my hand, you want to hold it yourself..."