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

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused at the moment, stroking her face with his big palm.

Then he let her go, looked at her and said:

"I'll make arrangements at the hospital, don't worry."

Huo Yan was still feeling frightened. After the strong sense of oppression disappeared, he subconsciously took two small steps back, biting his lip, wanting to say thank you.

But he hadn't asked whether he wanted to lend her money, so she was waiting for him to talk about money.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Huo Yan, his eyes fixed on her tender little face. After a while, he asked:

"Anything to do today?"

Huo Yan looked up at him, bit her lip, nodded, and choked:

"I want to take care of my mother."

"I will make arrangements at the hospital." Zhuang Zhoucheng said again.

This gentleman usually has this habit when speaking. If you are not someone who has followed him for some time, you really won’t understand what he is saying.

For example, Huo Yan.

Huo Yan stared at him with his big eyes, wanting to ask but not daring to.

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply ignored his words and asked boldly:

"Can you lend me some money first?"

After she spoke, Zhuang Zhoucheng's brows furrowed tightly together, and his patience just now disappeared in an instant.

He turned around and walked back, sat on the chair and buried his head in his work, really ignoring Huo Yan.

Huo Yan was anxious. She twisted her clothes with her hands again and again, bit her lips, and wanted to say something but stopped herself several times. She was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

"Hindering you..."

Huo Yan suppressed his voice, but had to urge him:

"I don't want to bother you, but, but you promised to help me... When will you lend me the money?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng did not respond. Huo Yan was unwilling to not get the money. Didn’t he already agree?

We just agreed on this, why are you suddenly silent?

Is he going to go back on his word?

You can’t regret it, you can’t!

Huo Yan moved closer to the desk and hummed softly through his nose.

Slowly, she moved towards the man who was sitting as steady as a mountain.

No matter how scared you are, you still have to get closer.

"Um, Mr. Zhou... How long will you be busy? Are you very busy..."

If you are very busy, can you transfer the money to her first?

The transfer should be quick, and she doesn't want to take up too much of his time.

Huo Yan is almost having a mental breakdown because of this money. She will hold on to anything that has the slightest hope of helping her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows, quite satisfied. At least she remembered the name.

Huo Yan knew that this was not a good idea, as it was like being disturbed while she was doing her homework.

But she had no choice, she was anxious.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhou, can you please stop for a moment..." If he doesn't take the money, she will keep whispering in his ear, and he will be disturbed all the time. Actually, she doesn't want this.

She probed cautiously, spoke timidly, and lowered her head to look at his expression.

"Is it a hindrance, okay?"

She reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, pinching a little bit of fabric. Not daring to use force, she just shook and pulled gently.

Zhuang Zhou paused and asked, "Who said this woman is timid?"

In his opinion, he is very brave.

He put down his pen, stood up, and pushed Huo Yan down on the desk.

He leaned down, clasped her chin with his big hand, and dropped his lips directly down, landing heavily on her lips, their hot breath entangled.

He opened his mouth and held her lips, sucking and biting them, rubbing her lips again and again.

Huo Yan's hair spread out like seaweed on the seabed, covering the table.

Black hair, white face, red lips, there is a unique and breathtaking beauty in sight.