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

Chapter 794 Sudden Violence

Zhuang Zhoucheng was silent for a long time, and finally reached out to take the divorce agreement handed to him by Huo Yan.

"Let's go home first. I need to take a good look at the divorce agreement before I can sign it."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were gloomy, and he got into the car first without looking at her.

He whispered at the same time:

"If I don't personally review it, how can I know what you've drafted? I'm a businessman, and I need to verify any signatures. I'll only sign if they're not harmful to my interests. Do you understand?"

Huo Yan bit her lip and nodded slowly.

After standing outside the car for a while, I finally got in.

Zhuang Zhoucheng held the documents she brought in his hand and sat at a distance from her.

Huo Yan sat close to the car door, as if he was afraid that something might happen to him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's voice seemed very calm as he asked her in a low voice:

"Who did you ask to help you draw up the agreement?"

"Lawyer Wang, the famous lawyer Wang Bo in Kyoto."

Huo Yan responded honestly, then looked out the car window.

Lu Zeng, who was driving in front, was startled. Wang Bo?

I cried out in my heart that something was wrong. The case of the Third Master's extramarital affair was handled by Wang Bo.

There were two main reasons for approaching Wang Bo at that time. Wang Bo was very capable and had never lost a case he had handled.

Another thing is that Wang Bo is not from Beijing.

Outsiders, you understand?

At least there will be no chance to expose information to the media, and there will be few chances to appear in Beijing.

But who would have thought...

Huo Yan was able to recognize Wang Bo because of the Wulong report in Kyoto, where the media recognized Zhuang Zhou as Wang Bo. This led to the subsequent personnel changes.

This time, Huo Yan was able to find Wang Bo because of Qian Ziang's introduction.

What is Qian Ziang's hidden strength?

They are definitely not from the underworld, but these iron brothers.

Rong Hancheng, the Rong family, the Wang Bo family, and the Shi He family. These four families are obviously the "Four Leopards" of Kyoto.

Otherwise, how could Qian Ziang give the old man's South China Mall to the Black Prince without any regret?

It’s not that the eldest brother Rong Hancheng is unwilling to take over, but Qian Ziang begged his eldest brother behind the scenes.

Once Rong Hancheng agreed, the only ones left to compete for the big investment in South China Mall were Rong Hancheng and Qi Wenshan, both from Beijing.

It is impossible for the Huanan boss to continue to watch Zhuang Zhoucheng, an outsider, dominate the capital.

Since the Rong family did not take over, the ball naturally fell to Qi Wenshan.

They are all close brothers. It only takes a few words for Qian Ziang to ask Wang Bo to draft a divorce agreement, right?

This time, Huo Yan just called Wang Bo and got the job done without even meeting him in person.

Zhuang Zhoucheng held the agreement in his hand, but remained calm.

If Wang Bo was a talkative person, he probably wouldn't have achieved his current position.

As a top lawyer, if he doesn't keep his mouth shut, he would have gotten into trouble a long time ago.

The car stopped at the Zhuang family compound.

Zhuang Zhoucheng led Huo Yan back to his house. When he entered the house, Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly became a little excited. He took Huo Yan's hand and strode into the house without even changing his shoes.

"I forgot to tell you that Qiuqiu has come to the capital. Come and see if he has changed."

There was joy in Zhuang Zhoucheng's voice as he turned around to look at her.

Huo Yan frowned and stared at his big hand holding hers.

The smile on Zhuang Zhoucheng's face faded a lot at this moment, and he slowly let go of his hand.

"Do you want to go see Qiuqiu?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her.

Huo Yan nodded slowly, and Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled again. At least she was not without something she missed, she still had a puppy, right?

Zhuang Zhoucheng took Huo Yan to the back room and called out "Auntie" in the room. Auntie immediately ran out.

"Mr. Zhuang..."

The aunt who took care of Qiuqiu came later and had never seen Huo Yan and did not know her.

The male owner of this house rarely comes back, and has never brought a woman back. Moreover, this girl looks like a student. I really can't guess her identity.

She smiled at Huo Yan and said, "Hello, I'm the aunt who takes care of Qiuqiu. Miss, you want to see Qiuqiu, right?"

"She's my wife. How's Qiuqiu feeling these days?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng spoke in a low and slow voice, asking the same question he always asked when he came here.

"Very good." Auntie smiled.

He couldn't help but look at Huo Yan twice more.

Mrs. Zhuang?

Isn’t this too young?

The people from the main building come to clean the villa every day, but they leave as soon as they finish their work. How can we have a chance to talk?

So my aunt doesn’t know much about this family. She is an honest and decent woman.

I don't usually read newspapers or browse the internet, and I'm not that interested in famous families.

Her world is about making money and sending her children to college.

Huo Yan looked at Qiuqiu and it seemed to have grown a lot. It was just a little bit big before.

After all, I liked it and couldn't help but squat down to touch it, but the puppy didn't give me any face and just jumped away.

Auntie hurried forward, blocked the ball, picked it up gently, walked towards Huo Yan, and said with a smile:

"Maybe it's been too long since I last saw my wife, so Qiuqiu is a little shy. Look, Mr. Zhuang is no stranger to him."

Zhuang Zhoucheng just smiled without saying anything, his eyes fell softly on Huo Yan's head, and asked her in a low voice:

"Want to hold it?"

"It doesn't recognize me anymore." Huo Yan whispered.

"A hug?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng took it first, then slowly leaned over and handed it to Huo Yan with a smile.

"I still don't...ah——"

Before Huo Yan could refuse, Qiuqiu grabbed Huo Yan's arm with his front paw and bit it.

Huo Yan pulled his hand back, and the skin on his hand was scraped a little, and tiny beads of blood appeared.

At this moment, Huo Yan was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's all you!"

Huo Yan cried out in anger, probably because the bite really hurt.

Zhuang Zhoucheng threw the ball out almost at the same time!

bang——

There was a dull sound and it hit the wall heavily.

Qiuqiu let out a shrill and miserable howl, "Awoo!"

He rolled to the ground with a thud.

This also leaves some red on the wall!

And the next moment!

There was a pool of blood on the ground!

Qiuqiu kicked his legs twice in pain on the ground, and finally stretched his limbs straight, and died.

Huo Yan turned his head and looked at the motionless Qiuqiu!

His eyes were wide open and he didn't move!

Shocked!

"Let me look at your hands."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's expression was uncertain. He reached out and took Huo Yan's hand to look at it carefully:

“You have to get vaccinated immediately.”

Huo Yan turned his head stiffly, and when he looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng again, his eyes were filled with fear.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and stepped back quickly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused slightly and was about to approach her, but Huo Yan immediately put her hand in front of him.

"Stop! Don't come over here, don't touch me!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng saw the fear in her eyes clearly, and then he slowly turned around, looked at the pet dog on the ground with indifference, and whispered in a cold and terrifying voice:

"It's just a beast. It hurt you, and it will only bring trouble if you keep it."

"You just held it?!"

Huo Yan's voice was trembling when he shouted.

He held the ball so gently and stroked its fur, caring so much about its mood and its recent appetite.

The man who was warm one moment became cold-blooded and ruthless the next.

Huo Yan's heart was trembling, and his tightly pursed lips were shaking slightly uncontrollably.

The aunt on the side was already frightened and looked at the male host in disbelief.