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

Chapter 793 I'm here for a divorce, let's part ways amicably

Everyone at the table felt sad. The once majestic Mr. Zhuang San was in such a miserable state.

Zhuang Zhoucheng tried his best to hold it back, but he couldn't resist the backlash of the alcohol that choked his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes.

I don’t know if it was the wine or because he was so happy to see his wife whom he hadn’t seen for half a year.

Huo Yan stood in front of Zhuang Zhoucheng, and Lu Zeng quickly took a clean wet towel and gave it to Huo Yan.

Huo Yan paused, accepted it, and handed it to Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her for two seconds before taking over, covering his mouth and coughing, his face flushed.

Sitting next to him was Qin Chen, who stood up and willingly gave up his seat:

"Sister-in-law, please sit here."

He turned around and said to Lu Zeng, "Bring me some clean dishes and chopsticks."

"No need..." Huo Yan suddenly said.

Qin Chen turned to look at her, and then he realized that his aunt hadn't smiled since she entered the door. He had a bad feeling and didn't say anything on his own initiative.

Lu Zeng whispered:

"Huo Yan, today is Third Master's birthday. If you have any grievances or anything to say, can you please speak tomorrow? No matter what, Third Master is your husband, you can't deny him this honor."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's drunkenness wore off, his emotions gradually stabilized, and he looked at Huo Yan with red eyes.

"If you don't want to come, why are you forcing yourself?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her in a low voice.

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng:

"If it weren't for your family bombarding me, how could I know what day it is today?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face froze. As expected...

How could she remember what day it was?

"We're in the capital now. You got up early today, didn't you? Come sit down and have something to eat first, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng reached out to pull her, but didn't look into her eyes. He felt inexplicably anxious, afraid to see her resolute look.

Huo Yan froze in his tracks, and after a long while he finally said:

"I'm only here for one thing. Zhuang Zhoucheng, you should know that I have to catch my flight back this afternoon."

"You still have to eat, right?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng held her hand tightly, his eyes slowly returning to her face.

Sitting opposite were the banker's son and Shi Zhenlin. Looking at the unmoved Huo Yan, they really wanted to slap her twice. How could there be such an ungrateful woman?

The young master of the banker's house was drinking alone. He had known her for such a long time, but he didn't find anything good about this woman, let alone that his elder brother was so devoted to her.

Women should not be spoiled too much. If you spoil them too much, it will be the men who suffer in the end.

Qin Chen gave up his seat and added another seat on the side.

Huo Yan sat down next to Zhuang Zhoucheng. New dishes and chopsticks were placed next to her, and Huo Yan sat there motionless.

No one knew what she was thinking, as everyone at the table was looking at her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled indifferently, served her food with chopsticks, and lowered his voice.

"If a person doesn't know how to take care of himself, look how thin you have become in the past six months..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng kept looking at her while he was talking, and when he saw that she looked unhappy, he stopped talking.

"Eat something first, huh?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng handed the chopsticks to her, and when he saw her take it, he smiled subconsciously.

Can the people sitting here still eat?

It all depends on the two of them. Ever since that woman appeared, Mr. Zhuang Sanye couldn't take his eyes off her. He seemed to be glued to her and stared at her intently.

Everyone around wanted to strangle that domineering and suicidal woman.

If you let a man become like this for you, will you feel better?

Zhuang Zhoucheng turned around and called the waiter to bring some Tremella soup. The little guy liked it, sweet and iced.

After finishing, he leaned closer to Huo Yan and whispered:

"Would you like some sugar water?"

Huo Yan didn't say anything, just tapped the dish with his chopsticks and rarely put anything into his mouth.

She didn't look up, but she could feel the gazes coming at her from all directions.

Even though he was on pins and needles, he didn't leave immediately.

She remembered the birthday party he held for her last year, which embarrassed him in public.

She would never have the chance to attend any of his parties again, so this year, she might as well make up for her willfulness last year.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Huo Yan's profile and couldn't help but reach out to touch her hair. Her chin was pointed. How had she taken care of herself in the past six months?

Still eating instant noodles every day?

"My hair has been cut again." Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled foolishly and said in a low voice:

"It looks good this way too."

When had he ever praised her, whether she was pretty or not?

Lu Zeng felt sour in his heart that he walked out of the banquet hall directly.

What is the girl doing in Beijing?

Divorce?

Seeing that she hasn't said a word since she got here, I know the situation is not going to get better.

What a pessimistic person! How could two good people end up like this?

Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand away, and Zhuang Zhoucheng froze slightly.

Huo Yan was still concerned about hurting his reputation, so he quickly asked:

"Where's the sugar water?"

"Yes, I prepared it specially for you. I'll urge you again." Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately responded with a smile.

She still considers his feelings, which means their relationship is not that bad.

How could a man who is so good at observing people's words and expressions not guess that she came with a purpose?

Can't you tell that she's just being perfunctory at this moment?

Despite this, he would deceive himself until the last moment.

The waiter brought out the dessert quickly. Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't make the call himself, but he knew that his family would convey the message on his behalf, so it wouldn't be difficult. So, how could there not be something she liked among these dishes?

Zhuang Zhoucheng put the sugar water in front of her, but she hadn't eaten anything yet, so she drank this?

"Would you mind eating something and drinking something?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her, and as he spoke, he pulled the bowl aside and quickly filled her plate.

Huo Yan raised her eyes and looked at him with disgust. He still wanted to control her?

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled bitterly, paused, then reached out and brought the plates piled in front of her to his side, and put the sweet water in front of her.

"Drink it, as you like."

Zhuang Zhoucheng spoke cautiously, perhaps because his impolite behavior just now made her unhappy again.

He just couldn't help wanting to treat her in his own way, but that was what she disliked.

that……

He changed it.

Can't I change it?

Huo Yan buried his head, and there was no taste in his mouth.

No one was happy with the meal. Ever since Huo Yan appeared, the atmosphere at the table became weird.

No one was joking, no one was clinking glasses, and no one was reaching for chopsticks.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood up after Huo Yan finished drinking the sugar water, looked at the people at the table and said:

"I drank a few too many glasses today, so I won't be with you guys for now. We'll get together another day."

Zhuang Zhoucheng took Huo Yan and left first.

He knew that she was not used to such scenes, so he did everything according to her preferences and took her feelings into consideration.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled Huo Yan into the car. Huo Yan stood outside the car, looking at Zhuang Zhoucheng and said seriously:

"I'm here to divorce you. Just sign it and I'll leave the house."

Huo Yan took the divorce agreement out of her bag and handed it to him. After a pause, she found a pen, placed it on the paper and handed it to him.

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, let's part ways in peace." Huo Yan glanced at him and said with a slowly lowered gaze.