PFC Chapter 514 I feel wronged
Chapter 514 I feel wronged
Huo Yan was really scared when he arrived at the scene and could hardly move his legs.
A lot of people have already arrived at the scene, thousands of people. Isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?
"Zhuang Zhoucheng..." Huo Yan whispered while holding Zhuang Zhoucheng's arm.
Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes and looked at Huo Yan:
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
"I……"
Huo Yan hesitated to speak. Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her, as if she was about to cry. He felt distressed. He raised his hand and gently smoothed her hair, saying seriously:
"It's okay. I don't like noisy occasions like this, but let's just consider it as making the old man happy, okay?"
"..."
Huo Yan's face turned red due to impatience.
"Be good and bear with it for a while. When the time comes, say hello to everyone and then we'll leave, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng persuaded patiently.
"Ah."
Huo Yan finally nodded and subconsciously moved closer to Zhuang Zhoucheng.
She was not used to such a situation, she felt too passive and too uncomfortable.
Everyone looked at her, as if they were trying to tear her clothes apart with their eyes to see through her. The excessive staring and scrutiny made people extremely uncomfortable.
However, Zhuang Zhoucheng's promise of "when the time comes" and "leaving first" was not fulfilled until the end of the banquet.
Because wave after wave of big shots who could not be refused came to toast and greet each other.
These are all networks of relationships in the capital. Any slight mistake will lead to hidden dangers, especially for those with real power.
After the banquet, the old man still has to treat everyone to a meal in the evening. How can this meal be lively enough?
Continue at night.
As long as the old man doesn't leave, all the Zhuang family members have to be present no matter how urgent the situation is. This is the Zhuang family's "cohesion".
Huo Yan arrived at the dealership around 11 o'clock in the morning. From then until now, she has been standing without sitting down until now 11 o'clock in the evening.
I have never been so tired before. The color of my face has changed.
When most of the guests had left, the dealer began to withdraw.
The Zhuang family members were all picked up by cars. The eldest wife said something to her husband and went to the hospital to see Ji Wuwei.
Yes, Ji Wuwei is in the capital.
Both of her eldest nephew's parents are not in the country, so as his aunt, she has to take care of him.
Otherwise, when the old man investigates, the eldest wife will be criticized again.
On Zhuang Zhoucheng's side, when a few people returned to the Zhuang family compound, the time was exactly twelve o'clock.
The old man entered the house. Huo Yan's information had already been delivered, so he took a quick look at it.
He only needs to make sure of two things: a clean background and good character.
These two points are enough.
Old people tend to forget things quickly. If the old man didn't mention Huo Yan, the painter of the fake painting he treasured, he would definitely not remember having ever met Huo Yan.
Zhuang Jinzhao and Madam Xiang also entered the house one after another, leaving Zhuang Zhoucheng and Huo Yan lingering at the entrance.
It’s not Zhuang Zhoucheng, it’s Huo Yan.
I refuse to change my shoes because my feet hurt.
As soon as Zhuang Zhoucheng said that to her, the girl couldn't hold back her tears and immediately started to fall.
"My feet hurt..."
He blamed her for her sore feet and she almost fainted, but he ignored her and was so angry.
"If your feet hurt, take off your shoes and change into slippers, baby. Can we not waste time here?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng patiently comforted her, as she was indeed exhausted from the day.
She didn't know any of them, but he dragged her along, making her bow and greet them one by one. No matter how ugly her smile was or how much she wanted to cry, she had to smile.
He got through today, but he is in a difficult situation.
In that situation, he couldn't let her go.
"My feet hurt..."
Huo Yan repeated the words again, wiping her face with her hands, and Zhuang Zhoucheng wiped her face with a tissue.
"Don't rub your eyes, I'll help you."
I pushed Huo Yan's hand away because I was afraid that her hand would get the black mascara or something into my eyes.
Huo Yan stood in front of Zhuang Zhoucheng and cried, suppressing her sobs.
There are people at home, and she can't cry out loud. If someone hears it, how embarrassing would that be?
"Stop crying. If you don't change your shoes, what do you want to do? What do you want me to do, huh? Tell me."
Zhuang Zhoucheng saw that she couldn't stop crying for a while. Everything else was fine, but he was afraid that her black stuff would get into her eyes.
"Dear, your makeup is smudged. Let's stop crying, okay?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng gently hugged her waist. There was really nothing he could do about this little thing made of water.
"But my feet hurt..."
"So you're going to keep crying?"
"I feel wronged..."
Huo Yan sobbed. Her feet hurt so much that she could hardly move a step. She was so hungry that she almost fainted. Before she could swallow a bite of food, she was taken away again. She didn't have a drop of water to drink the whole day.
She told him several times that she was hungry, she wanted to eat, drink water, and go to the bathroom, but he wouldn't let her!
How can it not make people feel wronged?
"Okay, okay, I've wronged Yan'er. This is just the first time, there won't be a next time, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng coaxed her according to her temper.
"It's all your fault. You deliberately said you wanted to get married. You didn't let me eat, didn't let me drink water, didn't let me go to the bathroom... You just wanted to kill me..."
"Okay, this is getting more outrageous."
Zhuang Zhoucheng patted her on the back and asked in a low voice:
"Are you really determined to stand here?"
"My feet hurt..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng was helpless, so he half squatted down and gently held her feet.
"Don't touch it, it hurts!"
Huo Yan choked with sobs and stepped back.
Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her feet and said seriously:
"So you're going to sleep with these shoes on?"
“It hurts…”
"Huo Yan, this is at the Zhuang family, not in Kyoto. You have to endure the grievances and pain, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a deep voice.
He pulled her feet and forced her shoes off.
But when Zhuang Zhoucheng forcibly took off Huo Yan's shoes, he felt a little regretful, regretting that he was too rude.
Girls who have never worn high heels can’t afford to be hurt!
All five toes were covered with blisters, and the blister on the little toe had been squeezed open next to the shoe, and blood was flowing out.
The heel was even more horrific, it was a bloody mess.
The blister broke, and the raw flesh rubbed against the shoes. The blood froze on the flesh and shoes, and some of it solidified. Every time I moved, it pulled the flesh. How could it not hurt?
When he pulled off his shoe just now, he pulled the skin on his heel and blood gushed out.