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

There were a lot of people in the hall, and they were all talking, so the old man couldn't say some things.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything else.

How can he say that this marriage is open and aboveboard?

The hall gradually became quiet, and everyone concentrated and held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

At this time Huo Yan spoke:

"We are not married, we are just engaged, not married..."

"Get married, Huo Yan."

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly spoke out loudly and looked at her sideways with a cold look in his eyes.

There was a feeling of wanting to shut her up, with anger and warning, and hidden in his eyes was an unprecedented fear.

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng and raised his voice a lot:

"I'm not married! You're just lying to your family because you don't want them to object, so you're saying that on purpose. I'm not old enough to get married!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her angrily. At this time, she was slapping him in the face by saying such words.

"So register in New Zealand." Zhuang Zhoucheng said word by word.

Is he deceiving the Zhuang family or her?

Huo Yan's face turned pale instantly and he shook his head repeatedly:

"No, we didn't register or get married..." She looked straight at Zhuang Zhoucheng, trying hard to see any sign of relaxation in his expression.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Huo Yan with the same gaze, and said in a low voice:

"The facts are set and cannot be changed. In this life, whether you live or die, you will be mine!"

Everyone in the room was a little confused, probably because they didn't understand what was meant.

The old man looked at the current situation and already knew the truth.

He dismissed the servants and asked someone to go to the study to talk.

The hall finally quieted down. The old man, Zhuang Zhoucheng, Huo Yan, and Ji Wuwei went upstairs.

The rest of the people stayed downstairs, and the servants were all silent and didn't dare to say anything.

In the study upstairs, the atmosphere was as serious as a three-court trial.

The old man sat on one side, Ji Wuwei sat on one side, and Huo Yan sat on the other side.

Zhuang Zhoucheng came in after a long while, holding a medicine box in his hand.

Ji Wuwei looked straight at Huo Yan, and Huo Yan kept her head down when no one spoke, and she didn't even know that Zhuang Zhoucheng came in at this time.

Zhuang Zhoucheng came in carrying a medicine box, and without paying attention to the old man's gaze, he walked straight towards Huo Yan, put down the medicine box, and looked down at her.

Huo Yan finally raised her eyes, looked at him, pursed her lips, tears in her eyes, but she didn't say anything.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the anger and hatred in her eyes and knew that it was the emotion she felt after finding out that he had deceived her, and there was no way to explain it.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her face. Huo Yan pushed his hand away and turned her face away.

"Do not touch me."

He sniffled and choked, his eyes red at the moment.

Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned forward slightly, held her shoulders and whispered:

"Apply medicine and don't let it get infected. Be obedient."

Huo Yan pushed his hand away again, "Don't bother me."

"You are my wife. If I don't take care of you, who will?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a low voice.

Huo Yan raised her eyes and looked at him with tears in her eyes:

"You're not married, are you? That's just a lie to them, isn't it?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't answer. He quickly turned sideways, took the pliers, and dipped the cotton swab in disinfectant to disinfect it directly. Huo Yan pushed again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a deep voice:

"do not move!"

Huo Yan bit her lip and turned her face away.

Zhuang Zhoucheng disinfected her, applied medicine, and then put on gauze to prevent infection. Then he half-knelt in front of her, holding her foot, took a look, frowned tightly, and let out a foul breath.

"It hurts a little, bear with it."

After the tile is removed, the wound must be cleaned and the disinfectant must pass through the cut flesh. The piercing pain can be fatal.

Huo Yan gripped the cushion tightly with both hands, his whole body tensed, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.

By the time Zhuang Zhoucheng finished dealing with the matter, Huo Yan's forehead was already covered in sweat.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood up. Oh, her neck was bleeding again because of the force, staining the snow-white gauze red.

Only then did Ji Wuwei realize how deep the wound he had accidentally cut was. He could no longer sit still and stood up, shouting:

"Yanyan..."

"Sit down!" the old man said angrily.

He glanced at his youngest son and said in the same deep voice:

"Just take care of it, you won't die for now!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng insisted on his own way and re-applied medicine and bandaged the wound on Huo Yan's neck without any delay.

"Don't be like this." Huo Yan said softly.

How would his father look at her if he did this?

This is actually hurting her, does he know?

Zhuang Zhoucheng put the medicine box aside, pulled a chair and sat down next to her, but Huo Yan subconsciously sat aside.

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at her sideways, looked at her with a sad look, held her hand, and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He picked up a pillow from the sofa and handed it to her. Huo Yan took it and hugged it.

The nightgown she was wearing was empty inside, which was why she couldn't raise her head.

The old man took a puff of his cigarette and said:

"Tell me first what your attitude is towards this matter, old man."

"Dad, are you getting senile? I'd rather tear down ten temples than ruin a marriage. Huo Yan and I are already married, and that's an ironclad fact. Am I going to give up my wife just because my nephew is making a fuss? Dad, do you treat marriage as a joke? I think you won't forget the words Mom left you when she passed away!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's words were powerful and forceful, without any compromise, and his anger was revealed in his words.

It was because his old father was here that he cooperated and said a word.

If his eldest brother Zhuang Jinzhao and his family were here, he wouldn't be so easy to talk to.

The old man frowned, looked at Ji Wuwei again, and asked the same question.

Ji Wuwei looked at Huo Yan:

"I love her. I agreed to study abroad so that I could have a better future for myself and give her something better in the future. But while I was abroad, my uncle succeeded..."

"That's not the case." Huo Yan said in a low voice.

Ji Wuwei suddenly retorted loudly:

"Yan Yan, you still don't believe me? If he hadn't hastily sent me abroad, we would still be fine!"

The old man said angrily:

"Just tell me what you think, no need to talk about anything else!"

Ji Wuwei still looked straight at Huo Yan:

"I want Yanyan, Grandpa, I want to marry Yanyan."

"Good boy, you're only twenty-two..."

"I can get married first and then build a career! Grandpa, in terms of business, I will never be able to achieve what my uncle has achieved. In terms of military and political affairs, I will never be able to catch up with you and my uncle. I just want to live a stable life and make achievements in an ordinary position. That's also a promising future!"

This is Ji Wuwei's confession, a thought that no one knows.