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

Zhuang Zhoucheng pinched her face and continued:

"Keep writing and let me check it when you're done."

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng turning around and leaving, he looked so cool!

How can there be such a heartless person!

Huo Yan grabbed her hair in frustration, with a sad face, cursing Zhuang Zhoucheng in her heart.

She still has to write, she can't skip sleep.

Fortunately, he is gone, and she can finally "learn from" what others have written.

She can't copy it directly, otherwise she'll be dead if she's found out.

She needs to see how others write and learn from them.

If I list them out one by one, okay, I can probably write a few hundred words.

Huo Yan rubbed his hands and stamped his feet a few times. He felt a little cold.

When he was almost halfway through writing, Zhuang Zhoucheng pushed the door open again.

Huo Yan turned to look at him, his eyes wide open, staring at the hot milk he brought in.

"Thank you." Huo Yan said quickly.

I looked at the time and realized it was almost twelve o'clock. No wonder I was cold and hungry.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked around downstairs and had cooked noodles for her, but he tasted it himself.

Well, let’s not do that.

After searching for a while, I finally got a cup of hot milk.

This little beast doesn't like milk, and Zhuang Zhoucheng has noticed it. Every morning when he eats it, he holds his breath and swallows it in a few mouthfuls as if he is going to the execution ground.

I thought she wouldn't buy it if I brought it to her at this time, but I didn't expect her to smile.

"Are you hungry?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

Huo Yan nodded immediately, very hungry.

He took the milk and drank it in a few sips without tasting it at the moment.

He put the cup on the table, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and said:

"I didn't eat anything at the mall today, just a little bit, and I wasn't full then."

"Is Qian Ziang so stingy towards women?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked back.

Well, once he said this, it revealed that he knew too much information about her. Even the people her best friend was aware of it, let alone her.

However, Huo Yan was obviously not as alert as Zhuang Zhoucheng and the others, and he might have smelled something.

But I just can't react.

She shook her head and said:

"No, Ali is afraid of gaining weight. She wants to maintain her figure and doesn't let me eat too much.

It’s easy to grow it, but hard to lose it.”

"Do you think this is right?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked back.

He felt inexplicably angry and raised his hand to pinch her face.

Huo Yan nodded.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was convinced and said, "I don't like women without flesh. If you dare to mess around with those things, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

"..."

Huo Yan shrank his neck. We were talking fine, why are you like this again?

"I'm not messing around." He muttered softly.

She hadn't thought about losing weight in the first place, so she lowered her face and looked unhappy.

"Have you finished writing it?" Zhuang Zhou Cheng asked.

"Oh, no, no, there are still many. Don't worry, I will write it right away."

Huo Yan quickly spoke up and continued writing with the pen.

The atmosphere immediately returned to normal and everyone had to listen to him.

"Go to bed after you finish writing." Zhuang Zhoucheng said, took the milk and turned to go out.

Huo Yan looked at the people who came and went in a hurry, and responded softly:

"Oh."

She also knew that Zhuang Zhoucheng was not joking when he spoke.

Huo Yan raised the hand holding the pen, blew out some hot air from his mouth, rubbed his hands, and continued writing.

Zhuang Zhoucheng probably heard the sound of her breathing, so he stood outside the study for a while, but finally went back in.

Huo Yan immediately turned around and looked over. Zhuang Zhoucheng said coldly:

"Write yours."

"Oh."

She just wanted to see what he was doing coming in again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees. It was late at night and it was indeed very cold.

In Kyoto, if you go a little further north, you'll have floor heating and the house will be very warm.

If you go a little further south, you can wear one more layer in winter and won’t be cold.

After adjusting the temperature, Zhuang Zhoucheng sat down at his desk.

The urgent matters had been dealt with, so Zhuang Zhou stayed with her.

When Huo Yan saw Zhuang Zhoucheng sitting down, he became nervous again, fearing that he would urge him.

Just keep writing without looking at him.

As the night grew deeper, Huo Yan's eyelids began to twitch and he gradually could no longer hold on.

"Huo Yan."

Zhuang Zhoucheng called out softly, and Huo Yan immediately sat up, looked at him, and said for a long time:

"It seems to be quite late. You should go to bed first. I promise I will finish it."

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her, while Huo Yan continued with his head down.

Zhuang Zhoucheng no longer paid attention to her, turned his eyes away, and said in a low voice:

"When you're done writing, go to bed."

Huo Yan didn't say anything and continued writing.

My mind is in a mess and I don't even know what I'm writing.

I couldn't hold on for long and I didn't even know when I collapsed.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyes again, the little thing had fallen asleep.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at her, stood up and walked over almost silently, gently took the notebook from her hand, flipped through it, and saw that she had written several pages, so it should be not much longer.

He sighed, went out and brought in a piece of clothing and put it on her.

Huo Yan woke up, turned to look at him, and felt a little lost as to where he was.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said:

"It's not much longer. Just hold on for a while, ok?"

Distressed.

But never take back what you said.

Huo Yan nodded. If he asked her to go to bed right now, she would be very grateful to him.

But the fact is...

Huo Yan continued to work on it, and no one knew what he was writing next, but in the end he handed in the 5,000-word letter of guarantee.

"The words at the end are very sloppy. Can I rewrite it tomorrow?" Huo Yan asked in a low voice.

I can't hold it anymore.

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded, "Okay, go to bed."

"Thank you."

Huo Yan bowed politely this time, and was extremely grateful to him for letting her sleep, from the bottom of her heart.

I left quickly, and as soon as I started walking, my mind started to wander.

Zhuang Zhoucheng extended his big palm, and Huo Yan subconsciously grabbed it and followed him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her into his room. Huo Yan didn't say anything and climbed onto the bed as soon as he entered.

"Can I not take a shower? I'm so sleepy..."