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

Chapter 145: Little thing, you deserve to be punished

Zhuang Zhoucheng forcibly pulled her arms free from her neck, propped himself up and looked at her, pinching her face and saying:

"Huo Yan, you deserve to be punished. My patience is very limited. You'd better behave yourself and be obedient. Don't make me angry, otherwise I will really beat you up!"

Huo Yan bit her lip and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Why?

He had asked for it himself, and she had no intention of provoking him again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pushed open the car door, got out and closed it again, walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat from the other side.

The backrest on Huo Yan's side rose up, and he fastened his seat belt.

"Sit tight."

The tone is still so firm.

After helping Huo Yan, Zhuang Zhoucheng fastened his seat belt and the car started steadily.

Huo Yan was so angry that he stammered:

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, I hate you, I really hate you..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng simply chose to ignore Huo Yan's words.

Whether she likes him or not, he has plenty of ways to make her obey, and he really doesn't believe that she can rebel against him.

The car drove into the Oriental Pearl Tower. Miraculously, none of the people who always followed Zhuang Zhoucheng showed up today. This had never happened in the past ten years.

The car stopped, Zhuang Zhoucheng got out, walked around the front of the car, then opened Huo Yan's door and handed it to her with his big hand.

Huo Yan turned away with a sullen face, still angry.

Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned over, protecting her head with one hand to prevent her from being hit by the car, and using the other hand to pull her out.

"It hurts!" Huo Yan shouted unhappily as he got out of the car.

It hurts when my feet touch the ground.

His pinch hurt my arm.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked down at her without giving her any response. He leaned over and picked her up horizontally. Just before she was about to move, Zhuang Zhoucheng said sternly:

"Calm down!"

Huo Yan took a breath, but it was stuck in his throat. It was so uncomfortable!

Huo Yan grabbed Zhuang Zhoucheng's collar and said through gritted teeth as she entered the room:

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, if you do that again, I will definitely call the police this time. I mean what I say!"

Last time it was because I was worried that my mother would find out.

But if he forces himself on her this time, she will call the police.

She is alone anyway, so what is there to be afraid of?

Zhuang Zhoucheng completely ignored her and thought she was childish!

I may dislike it, but I can't help but like it.

He carried the person into the house and placed him on the sofa.

As soon as Huo Yan sat down on the sofa, his heart settled down. It was good that he didn't go upstairs or to his room.

As long as she didn't go into his room, she could tolerate anything for the time being.

"Why did you bring me here?" Huo Yan asked in a mutter.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were a little cold. He looked back at her but did not respond.

However, Huo Yan roughly understood that the gentleman didn't talk much, so he accepted his reaction as a matter of course.

But when he left and went upstairs, Huo Yan couldn't help but hum softly:

She kept pulling at his hair, making it seem like she had come to him, or he had come looking for him on his own.

You have a cold face all day long, as if you want to freeze people to death.

Zhuang Zhoucheng came downstairs carrying a medicine box. Huo Yan's eyes fell on the box and the frown on his face subconsciously relaxed.

She couldn't deny that she felt a little touched.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took off her shoes, which were the pair he bought for her.

Huo Yan felt very comfortable wearing these shoes. They didn't rub his feet at all, didn't make him sweat, and were quite breathable.

Zhuang Zhoucheng held her feet and fell in love with something. No, when he was alone, he felt that her feet were cuter than others.

Therefore, what the ancients said, "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder," is indeed very true.

In fact, Zhuang Zhoucheng is a bit of a germaphobe.