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

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't answer, and his assistant at the side responded attentively, "Mr. Ji, Mr. Zhuang has been back for half a month. Today, we are hosting a banquet for all the entrepreneurs to find a folk painter."

Ji Wuwei was puzzled, "Painter?"

Ji Wuwei turned around and looked at the people behind him. These were all the heads of the wealthy families in Hai City. Inviting these people just to find a folk painter?

When Ji Wuwei turned around, everyone nodded to him.

"Uncle, what kind of painter is that? Tell me about it. Although I don't understand painting, I have a friend who knows a lot about it."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's attitude was cold, "Do you have any serious friends who understand painting?"

Ji Wuwei immediately asked the manager to testify, "Not only does she understand, she's also an exceptional painter, at the level of a world-class master. Manager Cai, don't you agree?"

Manager Cai was called out and immediately stepped forward to respond, "Yes, Master Ji's friend is indeed very strong."

Zhuang Zhoucheng said, "Go ask Wei Special Assistant for relevant information later."

Ji Wuwei immediately agreed, "Okay, uncle, I won't bother you anymore. I'll come find you after you finish your work."

Zhuang Zhoucheng watched Ji Wuwei leave, and the group entered the private room inside, where lunch was provided by a private chef.

After Zhuang Zhoucheng finished his meal, he went out of the private room to smoke.

He was standing in the smoking area, puffing out smoke, and when he turned around, he saw the girl.

He was shocked because a dessert at the meal had been decorated with jam, which reminded him of the girl he had let go that night.

It was a little hot, he admitted, and he had a reaction at the time.

But the girl looked too young, and he would feel like he was violating an underage girl.

Today, she looks quite serious when she puts on clothes, but she still doesn't look like she is 20 years old.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stopped for a moment, and Ji Wuwei had already approached the girl.

Zhuang Zhoucheng realized that the friend Ji Wuwei was talking about was her.

Ji Wuwei accompanied the girl in eating lunch boxes. The two talked and laughed, looking friendly and natural.

From Zhuang Zhoucheng's perspective, Ji Wuwei turned to the girl and kissed her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately put out the cigarette in the ashtray and turned to leave.

Here, Huo Yan finished his lunch and went to the bathroom.

She came out from the next side and stood in front of the sink to wash her hands. Someone entered the bathroom and closed the door at the same time.

Huo Yan was surprised. She looked up at the mirror and saw the tall man standing behind her. Huo Yan was startled.

"what!"

Huo Yan turned around, leaned back against the sink, and stared at Zhuang Zhoucheng in amazement. It took her a long time to react.

"You, you...Mr. Zhou."

Zhuang Zhoucheng stepped forward and put his arm around Huo Yan's waist, "Do you still remember me?"

Huo Yan was enveloped by a strong aura, feeling nervous and scared. "I, I remember. Thank you for letting me go that night."

Zhuang Zhoucheng snorted: "I let you go, but you let other men touch you. Why not, I do it myself."

Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered the second half of his words close to Huo Yan's ear. The hot breath he exhaled sprayed on her face, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

"I didn't, no."

Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng's face. The distance was too close, making her feel uneasy.

"No?" Zhuang Zhoucheng certainly didn't believe it. He saw it, "He kissed you."

Huo Yan was stunned and turned to Zhuang Zhoucheng, his eyes full of confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng replied: "Ji Wuwei."

His 22-year-old eldest nephew, Ji Wuwei.

Huo Yan was puzzled. "No! How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense! Ji Wuwei and I are just schoolmates. We are not in a relationship where we can kiss!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng stared into Huo Yan's eyes, "Really? What about me?"