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

Huo Yan was stunned for a moment.

She subconsciously glanced at the hall, then turned back to look at Zhuang Zhoucheng.

This private room was at the end, and she was not sure whether Zhuang Zhoucheng had seen the scene in the hall just now.

But then I thought, forget it, what if I saw it?

She is open and honest. She has nothing to hide between her and her family.

"Mr. Zhou, what a coincidence."

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the girl's changing expression. He was sure that the moment she walked into the door, she wanted to dodge and leave.

In that case, he could also pretend not to see her and not embarrass her.

But, surprisingly, not only did she not leave, she even greeted him after being stunned for a few seconds.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised her eyebrows slightly. She actually had a strong psychological quality.

But Zhuang Zhoucheng thought again, could it be that he suddenly realized that Ji Wuwei had no hope and wanted to throw himself into his arms?

"Unfortunately, I've been here for a while."

Zhuang Zhoucheng said this to tell her that he had seen what happened in the hall just now.

Huo Yan was more frank. She smiled and said, "Oh, I won't bother you for long. I'll just take a picture to keep as a record."

She pointed to the colorful wall painting and said proudly:

"Mr. Zhou, I drew it."

Zhuang Zhoucheng couldn't handle her reaction.

Why not seize the opportunity to express your gratitude to him?

In his opinion, she had some skills in seducing people.

Seeing Zhuang Zhoucheng's indifferent reaction, Huo Yan gave an awkward smile. In the eyes of these important figures, what was her skill in graffiti? They were actually showing it off like a treasure.

Suddenly I felt ridiculous again.

From now on, you must never take yourself too seriously.

Huo Yan quickly focused and took the photo.

"Mr. Zhou, you are busy."

Huo Yan didn't stay for a moment and left.

Zhuang Zhoucheng faced the mural and lit a cigarette.

In just a moment, the manager brought the workers over, and they were shocked when they came in.

"Mr. Zhou!"

The manager's forehead was covered in sweat because the boss's wife suddenly appeared. He was nervous the whole time and completely forgot that Zhuang Zhoucheng had come.

The private rooms on the third floor are non-smoking, but the manager didn't dare to say a word at this time. The boss had been here for so long and had forgotten to receive him. This was a fatal matter.

Zhuang Zhoucheng turned sideways and looked at the two workers standing outside the door. They were obviously very embarrassed and waiting for the manager's instructions.

The manager quickly explained to Zhuang Zhoucheng:

"Mr. Zhou, the boss lady wants to cover these paintings tonight."

After the manager said this, he naturally didn't dare to ask Zhuang Zhoucheng to come out so that they could start the work.

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at the manager and said, "We'll start work in two hours. Is that still in time?"

The manager didn't understand what was going on, but when he met Zhuang Zhoucheng's gaze, he nodded immediately.

"There's still time, of course. Then, let's not disturb Mr. Zhou for now."

The manager left quickly and Zhuang Zhoucheng called Wei Zheng.

He wants to preserve the mural at one-to-one scale.

He didn't understand painting, he just thought it was a pity that such a work was destroyed.

Only after Wei Zheng arrived with his men did Zhuang Zhoucheng leave.

On the other side, Huo Yan carried a big flower bag to the bus stop.

It’s a long way to take the subway, and the nearest bus stop goes directly to the hospital, so after she finishes painting every night, she takes the bus back.

Huo Yan was standing at the bus stop, and Ji Wuwei chased after him from behind.

But when he got close, he hid again.

He didn't have the face to see her.

What would his most beloved girl think of him at this moment?