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

"Mr. Zhou, this way please."

Young Master Qian asked Black Panther to quickly lead this gentleman into the tent. It was an absolutely luxurious tent with everything inside, including a TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, and a water bed.

In addition, it is divided into bedrooms and living rooms, which is really a big deal.

Huo Yan was dragged into the tent by Zhuang Zhoucheng. The air conditioner was on inside, and the chain was pulled up after the person entered.

Huo Yan looked outside anxiously and stood aside without moving.

Zhuang Zhoucheng opened the mini refrigerator, which contained drinks, and turned around to ask her:

"Would you like some cold water?"

Huo Yan licked his dry lips, hesitated, and shook his head.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything else. He poured two glasses of water and placed them on the table. Then he sat down on a chair beside him.

"Come here, don't stay there. If someone comes in from outside, they'll bump into you."

Who would be so ignorant as to barge in when this gentleman is here without his summons?

Huo Yan looked back and felt that Zhuang Zhoucheng was right. He walked a few steps inside, then stopped and stated his principles seriously:

"that……"

"My name is Zhuang Zhoucheng."

The one that Zhuang Zhoucheng interrupted her directly, which one?

"Well, okay, Zhuang, Zhou Cheng... well, could you please not hold my hand so casually? It will cause misunderstandings and have a bad influence."

Huo Yan made a serious accusation.

"When do you mean?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng was asking her when she refused to hold hands. As long as she told him, he would consider it and might agree.

However, it was obvious that Huo Yan did not understand what he said.

"Just now...you were holding my hand and wouldn't let go."

The last part was embarrassing to say out loud, so I mumbled it incoherently.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was unable to wrap his head around Huo Yan's response.

After a pause, he finally understood that the little thing hadn't understood him. But when he asked him to say it again, the gentleman lost interest.

Huo Yan recalled what happened that night and remembered that Zhuang Zhoucheng seemed to be the type of person who didn't talk much.

So after waiting for a long time and not hearing anything from Zhuang Zhoucheng, I automatically took it as my consent.

He didn't have a dark face, didn't look at people with a deliberately cold and sinister look, and wasn't that scary.

Huo Yan secretly measured the distance between the small refrigerator and Zhuang Zhoucheng, then walked over and whispered:

"Can I drink something else?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyes and looked at her. Did she dislike the water he poured for her?

"Whatever you want." The voice was still cold and without any warmth.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng opened the refrigerator just now, Huo Yan saw her favorite milk tea inside.

He dragged out a bottle of Assam milk tea, unscrewed the lid, paused, quickly glanced at Zhuang Zhoucheng, turned his back, and started to drink it.

Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned, stood up, walked forward, raised his hand and took the bottle away.

Even if it is magic water, there will be problems if you drink it this way.

Huo Yan took a sip of water, quickly swallowed it, looked back at the man, licked his lips, and muttered:

"I like this."

"It's not okay even if you like it." Zhuang Zhoucheng said coldly.

He didn't notice the cold tone and was frightened by the girl.

Huo Yan opened her mouth and couldn't say she felt wronged, but she just felt a little embarrassed.

She bit her lip, clasped her slender fingers together, pursed her lips, turned around and ran out.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes darkened instantly after Huo Yan's small body crawled out of the tent.

Huo Yan didn't find Ali and the others outside, and heard voices talking in the tent next to him.

With a smile on his face, he immediately walked over and looked inside -