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

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked steadily from far to near.

He was followed by four assistants, and Young Master Qian immediately came forward.

Followed Zhuang Zhoucheng and his group into the office.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly:

"If you have something to say, just tell me. I don't have any extra time." After a pause, he continued, "Next time you come, make an appointment first."

Qian Laoer has free time, but Zhuang Zhoucheng is really busy. It is no exaggeration to say that every minute counts.

"Bag, where's the bag?" Young Master Qian pointed to the small bag on the table and pushed it forward.

Zhuang Zhoucheng put down the pen in his hand, leaned back in the large black leather chair, raised his eyes and looked at Young Master Qian with a very indifferent gaze, waiting for him to finish speaking.

Young Master Qian was convinced:

"You are really frugal with words. Don't you recognize this bag? It was left behind by your woman."

As Young Master Qian said this, he hooked the chair closer to him with his long legs, turned sideways and dropped his body into the chair. He raised his legs one in front of the other and placed them on the edge of Zhuang Zhoucheng's desk. His legs kept shaking, and he looked very leisurely.

Zhuang Zhoucheng watched coldly. He grew up in a military family and was a tough guy from the special forces, so he did everything in a methodical and orderly manner. And the young master Qian in front of him had undoubtedly violated this gentleman's taboo.

"I was thinking about sending it to you a few days ago, but it just so happened that my poor place was reported and a group of people came to investigate. I finally had some free time, so I came to you last week."

Young Master Qian grinned, shook his legs, and acted so cocky, just like the son of the village party secretary who went to school for two days and then arrogantly called himself an educated person.

If there was a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, the image would be even more vivid.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was slightly stunned. Huo Yan's?

I haven't seen her for two days.

"Put it there." Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

Young Master Qian waited for a while but didn't get the expected attitude, and felt a little frustrated.

But what was even more frustrating was that he was asked to leave by Lu Zeng the next moment.

Zhuang Zhoucheng postponed all his meetings and schedules in the afternoon and drove to Kyoto University by himself.

The car was parked outside the school and did not drive in.

He came here just on a whim. It was only after the car stopped outside the school that Zhuang Zhoucheng felt it was ridiculous. Was he crazy?

Zhuang Zhoucheng placed his large, bony hands on the steering wheel, feeling that his actions were extremely ridiculous. What was his original intention in coming here?

Give her more compensation?

Zhuang Zhoucheng wanted to drive away, but he hesitated.

Well, the time has been set aside, so just sit back and relax for a while.

Huo Yan stayed in the hospital for two days and was pricked by needles several times. He was very angry and tried to sneak out of the hospital at night, but was caught by Ji Wuwei.

During the two days in the hospital, Huo Yan listed Ji Wuwei as his number one enemy.

She was afraid of injections. When she was a child, she would cry for a long time after getting an injection. But these few times, this man held her down while the nurse gave her the injections. She really hated Ji Wuwei in her heart.

They weren't that familiar with each other, so whether she was dead or alive had nothing to do with him.

She was supposed to be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, but she took the opportunity to slip out. She didn't care how anxious Ji Wuwei, who was still in the hospital, would be if he found out she was missing, and went straight back to school.

Zhuang Zhoucheng closed his eyes and rested for a while, preparing to drive back to the company. However, when he opened his eyes, the girl swaying on the side of the road caught his sight.

Such a coincidence?

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced sideways, his eyes slightly closed as he looked out.

Huo Yan got out of the car, rubbed his nose, then shrugged his shoulders and kicked pebbles as he walked, looking a little listless.