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

Huo Yan met his dark gaze for a second, then couldn't hold it in any longer.

Tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, hurting Zhuang Zhoucheng's heart made of steel.

This little beast is really made of water, there is plenty of water everywhere.

Zhuang Zhoucheng came over with a chair, pulled the man into his arms, and lowered his voice:

"Stop crying, huh?"

No matter who comforted him, the grievance in his heart seemed to be filled with accelerator, and it expanded infinitely, and his tears and snot covered Zhuang Zhoucheng's body.

I haven't cried enough yet. Zhuang Zhoucheng had no choice but to speak softly and softly, and whispered:

"Huo Yan, if you keep crying, I will be really rude."

Huo Yan's anger instantly soared. He pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng away and hid behind the dining table.

She raised her hand and wiped her tears and snot, then suddenly overturned the table with a rage that came out of nowhere.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes turned fierce, and he quickly pressed down the raised table top.

bang——

The lunch box on the table slid down, and some soup splashed out due to the violent vibration.

"Huo Yan!" Zhuang Zhou Chengzhen said angrily.

When Huo Yan met Zhuang Zhou Chengsen's cold gaze, his heart suddenly tightened and he subconsciously took a step back.

He gritted his teeth, jumped up and turned to run away.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked out quickly from behind, and Huo Yan was frightened so much that he turned pale, panicked and his nerves were almost broken.

Suo He, who was still in the hall, looked over when he heard the sound and was a little confused.

Zhuang Zhoucheng strode out from behind and shouted angrily:

"Stop her!"

Suo He saw a little madman rushing towards him. It happened so fast that he didn't have time to think about how to stop it. Huo Yan was like a gust of wind and passed by with a "whoosh".

Suo He was stunned for a moment, then turned around immediately with an apologetic expression:

"Master..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng strode out, his eyes as cold as ice bars, making people shudder.

Huo Yan ran out but couldn't open the door. Zhuang Zhoucheng and Suo He followed closely behind her and forced her into a dead end.

"No, don't come over, open the door, I want to go home, I want to go home..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng simply ignored her jumping and continued to stride towards her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the man, shouting angrily:

"Shut up!"

Huo Yan subconsciously shrank his neck, his heart trembling with fear.

I couldn't control my tears and crying, but I was so scared that I covered my mouth with both hands.

"Don't hit me..."

Covering her mouth, tears kept streaming out.

When was he going to hit her?

Zhuang Zhoucheng felt so angry that his heart was blocked and he couldn't get rid of it. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

His face was tense and his clenched facial muscles were enough to reveal that he had reached the limit of his endurance.

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng with tears in her eyes, her red eyes like a little rabbit that was extremely aggrieved.

Suo He was completely confused: What on earth is going on?

I tried to say:

"Master, how about I take Miss Huo Yan back first?"

When Huo Yan heard someone was so soft-hearted that they wanted to send her away, she immediately looked at Suo He with tears in her eyes:

"I want to go home. Can you take me back?"

Suo He quickly turned his eyes away. Is this something he can decide?

Zhuang Zhoucheng said nothing, took Huo Yan into his arms, and whispered:

"Stop crying, huh?"

Seeing Suo He turn away, Huo Yan's hopes were dashed, so she turned directly to Zhuang Zhoucheng's arms, hugged him tightly, pressed her face tightly against his chest, and sobbed softly:

"I want to go home, I don't want to be here..."