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

"No." Huo Yan said in a low voice with his head buried, still motionless.

The two of them were in a stalemate across the huge car. Seeing this situation, Lu Zeng immediately ran towards Huo Yan, pushed the girl, and whispered:

"Miss Huo Yan, go ahead and grab your things and you can leave."

Huo Yan slowly approached Zhuang Zhoucheng and stopped two steps away from him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his hand and clamped it on the back of her neck. Huo Yan flinched and immediately looked up at him.

"you……"

"go in."

Zhuang Zhoucheng grabbed her neck and with a little force, pushed her away.

Huo Yan was escorted into the villa by Zhuang Zhoucheng like a prisoner.

Huo Yan stopped at the door. When he looked up, he saw the waxed floor in the room. He smacked his lips in surprise and asked in a low voice:

"Do you want to take off your shoes?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes to look at her. This gentleman was too tall, almost 190cm tall, while Huo Yan was exactly 160cm tall. So when he approached Huo Yan and lowered his eyes to look at her, the only way to describe it was "condescending".

But he had a strong physique, and when he stood in front of her, the feeling of oppression became even stronger and stronger.

How could she not be afraid of a little girl like Huo Yan?

His voice was so thin and small, and he kept his head lowered, not daring to raise his eyes.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows slightly and loosened his grip.

He doesn't have the shoes she changed into.

"go in."

Zhuang Zhoucheng finally let go, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her in.

The next moment, Huo Yan stretched out his hand to push away the big palm on his shoulder, and squeezed forward, shouting:

"Don't do this!"

Doesn't he know that this will make people uncomfortable?

Huo Yan ran a few steps inside, then turned around and glared at Zhuang Zhoucheng, his face flushed with anger.

Lu Zeng was stunned at the door. How could there be such an ungrateful woman?

That’s the third master of the Kyoto banker, none other than Mr. Zhou, a wealthy man with billions of assets. How could this girl still feel wronged?

Lu Zeng didn't go in because the gentleman was standing at the entrance, probably a little angry because of the girl's non-cooperation.

Huo Yan felt a little regretful. It was quite humiliating to yell at him like that.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Huo Yan with burning eyes and a gloomy expression.

He paused, then walked in steadily, heading straight towards her.

Huo Yan panicked at this moment, and his eyes immediately turned left and right frantically, looking for a way to escape.

Huo Yan turned around and was about to run away when he was pulled away by Zhuang Zhoucheng.

"Let go, let go, what are you doing?"

Huo Yan screamed in panic and pushed out with all his strength.

Zhuang Zhoucheng still held her shoulders firmly.

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng got angry and asked, "Why are you making such a fuss?"

Huo Yan was shocked by the shout that came from above his head. His body shook subconsciously. He shrank his neck, bit his lip, and stopped talking.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her closer. Huo Yan's face was filled with anger. She turned away, her face full of stubbornness and unwillingness. Zhuang Zhoucheng pinched her chin and twisted her head upwards, forcing her to look up at him.

"Why are you angry?" Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.

Huo Yan bit her lip, her eyes wide open, staring at him without blinking, her face full of anger and stubbornness.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's mood was also a little fluctuating, all because of her.

He didn't do anything to her, so why was she glaring at him like that?

A cold and intimidating gaze fell on Huo Yan's face. His pale little face seemed covered with moonlight. His eyes were big and round, and his eyeballs were as black and clean as a child's.

His brows were furrowed and his mouth was tightly pursed.