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

Huo Yan bit her lower lip hard, turned around and glared at him, her face full of displeasure.

"Are you hurt?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

Huo Yan pulled away Zhuang Zhoucheng's big hand and took a step back, saying angrily:

"Sir, when you see someone fall flat on their face, can't you just pretend you didn't see it? And you're still talking about it. Don't you know it's embarrassing for others?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's expression was gloomy. He raised his hand to brush the sand off Huo Yan's head. Huo Yan suddenly reached out and knocked his palm away, yelling:

"What are you doing!"

It is full of energy and very loud.

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused slightly, his eyes falling on her face. Looking at her porcelain-white and tender little face, any emotions rising in his heart disappeared.

"There's sand all over my hair."

After Huo Yan roared that, Zhuang Zhoucheng did not retreat, but moved closer. From the side, it seemed that he was holding Huo Yan, who was like a little chicken, in his arms.

The strong sense of oppression came so suddenly that Huo Yan was a little confused.

It was as if even his breath was locked in this broad embrace, and he felt inexplicably suffocated.

"..."

Huo Yan bit her tongue. She forgot what she was going to say and stared blankly at the man in front of her who was much taller than her.

Yes, a man, not a boy.

The rich masculine scent that locked around her was strange, powerful, and urgent, making her feel uneasy.

She was probably too nervous and didn't even notice when she grabbed the corner of the man's clothes.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stroked Huo Yan's hair loosely and wiped the sand off her face.

"Don't move, there's some on your face too."

Huo Yan stood still again, looking up at Zhuang Zhoucheng.

It was a pity that he was too tall. She could only see his hard chin and Adam's apple, and his neatly trimmed short hair.

Huo Yan's height only reached Zhuang Zhoucheng's chest.

When you look straight ahead, you see the suit wrapped around his muscular body, ironed extremely flat.

The color and style of the clothes are just like him, rigid and cold.

Huo Yan lowered his head slightly, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw that he was holding the other person's clothes.

"what……"

Huo Yan was startled and let go of his hand in a panic. He paused for a few seconds in confusion and then suddenly put his hand behind his back.

She quickly raised her eyes and glanced at the man in front of her to see if he noticed that she had wrinkled his clothes.

It’s not that I guessed how expensive this gentleman’s clothes were, but I subconsciously felt that I had embarrassed myself again.

How could she grab someone else's clothes and squeeze them hard?

Is she stupid or silly?

If there wasn't a strange man standing in front of him, Huo Yan would have hit himself on the forehead a few times.

"Well, I didn't mean it." Huo Yan said in a low voice.

Zhuang Zhoucheng certainly knew when the girl grabbed his clothes, but he didn't say anything.

But seeing how panicked she was, he couldn't even hum a sound, otherwise she would definitely think that he was going to hit her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Huo Yan's pretty face, which was white, tender and clean. Her little mouth pursed nervously from time to time, and her eyelashes on her eyelids trembled pitifully.

I don’t know if there was gold buried in the sand or what, but her eyes never left the ground.

Maybe he really liked Huo Yan. This girl looked just like what this gentleman liked.

Just because he likes her, he thinks everything she does is cute, and he notices even the slightest movement.

Zhuang Zhoucheng had never looked at a woman so carefully and paid so much attention to her in his life.

Suo He on the shore was about to follow, but Lu Zeng pulled him back and said:

"Go ahead and wait, I'm going to kill you."