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

Zhuang Zhoucheng had already checked Huo Yan's ancestors for eight generations and found nothing unusual.

So what exactly is the old man's obsession with that painting?

Some things, the deeper they are hidden, the more interesting they become.

Zhuang Zhoucheng once again took Huo Yan to the Zhuang family's luxurious manor in the city.

The old man believed in Taoism and had a great love for Chinese landscape gardens, so he built such a manor landscape in the city. Every flower and tree in the garden were planted by the old man himself after he had checked the feng shui.

The last time Huo Yan came was at night. He kept his head down and didn't dare to look around.

But this time it was morning, and the golden morning light was scattered in patches, wrapping the scene before one's eyes with a layer of warm gauze.

When Huo Yan got off the car, his heart was warmed.

She couldn't help but sigh, "So warm."

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at her sideways. He wanted to ask what she meant, but his gaze fell on her face. A golden light coated her body, sacred and holy.

She just happened to notice his gaze and immediately looked up and smiled.

That smile, set against the backdrop of the unique garden scenery, instantly brought warmth to his heart.

warmth.

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled and said, "Yes, that's very accurate."

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked ahead with a smile on his face. Huo Yan carefully surveyed the garden. Every flower and tree was a world in itself. Walking through the garden, one felt as if one's thoughts had been elevated.

Huo Yan didn't notice that Zhuang Zhoucheng had stopped in front of her, and her next step directly bumped into his back.

"what."

Huo Yan covered her forehead with her hands, and Zhuang Zhoucheng looked back at her with an obvious smile.

Then he pulled Huo Yan out from behind him and pulled him in front of the old man. Old man Zhuang was watering the orchids and looked back.

"I'm back, let's eat. Go wait for me in the restaurant, I'll be there in a moment."

"it is good."

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled Huo Yan into the hall. Huo Yan took two steps and turned back.

"Good morning, old man."

No matter what the reason is, it is inappropriate to go to someone's home without saying hello.

Old Master Zhuang turned around again. He no longer remembered Huo Yan.

Thinking it was just a young man from one of the noble families, Old Master Zhuang nodded and said, "Well, go in, kid."

Huo Yan smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Huo Yan quickly caught up with Zhuang Zhoucheng and said, "Mr. Zhou, can I ask you a question?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng pushed open the door and waved away the servant who came forward to serve him when he entered.

He turned sideways, naturally reached out to pull Huo Yan, and quickly put the slippers in front of Huo Yan.

"You ask first, and then I'll consider whether to answer."

Huo Yan took off her shoes and stepped into slippers. She waved to Zhuang Zhoucheng, signaling him to lower his head.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was in a good mood for a rare occasion. He leaned forward and said, "You go ahead."

"What is your relationship with Mr. Zhuang?" Huo Yan asked in a low voice.

She was not a gossipy person, but as soon as Mr. Zhou arrived, Mr. Zhuang asked him to go into the restaurant for breakfast.

Although there was no greeting, this actually felt more like the way close people get along with each other.

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled and said, "The old man is my...father."

"Fathers, oh oh."

Huo Yan nodded as if he understood something. An elder from his father's generation, right?

They must be old friends, with a very good relationship. Maybe their ancestors were even intermarrying with each other.

Huo Yan followed Zhuang Zhoucheng through the hall and into the restaurant.

The servants serving in the restaurant were all stunned when they saw the well-behaved girl behind the gentleman.

When has your husband ever brought someone of the opposite sex home?

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat on one side and motioned Huo Yan to sit next to him.

He turned around and told the servant, "Go prepare another set of dishes and chopsticks."

The servant quickly came back to his senses, smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Huo Yan lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Zhou, you really don't consider yourself an outsider."