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

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were cold, and his voice was even colder:

“I’m not a philanthropist.”

"But you, but you said yes that day..."

Huo Yan spoke hurriedly, looked up at him, tears streaming down her pale little face.

"Why, do you think everything will be waiting for you?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's tone remained as cold as ever, without any fluctuation.

These words were as sharp as a knife, instantly shattering Huo Yan's little pride into pieces.

I was hit, and embarrassment, humiliation, and heartache all came flooding in.

Looking at the indifferent man, she gritted her teeth and tears rolled up in her eyes at this moment.

He raised his hand to wipe it, then turned and left.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said:

"So you're giving up just like that?"

Huo Yan was stunned, stopped, and turned to look at him.

Tears flowed like a flood, impossible to control.

"Will you help me?"

Huo Yan turned around and bravely took a few steps towards him, then stopped three steps in front of the desk, not daring to move any closer.

"Then, can you help me?" Huo Yan asked again.

It looked so pitiful that anyone who saw it would feel sorry for it.

Zhuang Zhoucheng managed to hold his composure, still looking at her with a dark gaze, and asked in a steady tone:

"Yes, under certain conditions."

"I know……"

Before Zhuang Zhoucheng finished speaking, Huo Yan said it out loud, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her with interest and asked:

"What do you know? What conditions do you think they will be?"

"..."

Huo Yan bit her lip, her face gradually turning redder.

After a long while, he said weakly:

"You want to do that with me, I know... I promise you..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the man in front of him with a strong aura, gritted his teeth, and blurted out:

"It's basically selling yourself, right?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes darkened. Selling himself...

Zhuang Zhoucheng was also asking himself, is he going to buy this woman?

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Huo Yan, his cold eyes staring straight into her eyes, but there was still fear of him in her eyes.

After a long while, Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a low voice:

"If there was no other way out, would you come to me for help?"

Huo Yan shook his head, "No one is willing to sell themselves."

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded, agreeing with her words.

After a pause, his mood actually improved a lot. I don’t know what this gentleman suddenly figured out.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood up and walked towards Huo Yan.

Huo Yan looked up at him. The man was very tall and strong.

The aura coming towards her was like a dark cloud pressing down on her head, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Huo Yan's heart was pounding like thunder, and his poor eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably.

Even when the person was close to him, he couldn't hold on any longer. He turned around in panic, shrank his neck and turned his back to him, trembling with fear.

Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned slightly, moved closer to her, leaned over slightly, and the hot breath from his nose sprayed on her ear.

She suddenly turned her body to face him.

Huo Yan subconsciously screamed "Ah" and was instantly taken into his arms.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked down at her and whispered:

"look at me."

Huo Yan closed his eyes and turned his face away.

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his head and approached her face. At this distance, he could clearly see her mouth and eyelashes trembling with fear. Her tense little face was twitching slightly, which showed how nervous she was.

Even though he was so scared, he was still willing to sacrifice himself?

No one can replace her mother's position in her heart.

Zhuang Zhoucheng approached slightly, and Huo Yan felt his breath on his face. Suddenly, his body stiffened and he said in a trembling voice:

"Lighter, lighter, please..."