PFC Chapter 436: Soft, does it still hurt?
Chapter 436: Soft, does it still hurt?
The little Filipino maid went upstairs to call Huo Yan for dinner, but Huo Yan kept dawdling, either going to the bathroom or calling classmates. In any case, it took her more than half an hour to come downstairs.
Zhuang Zhoucheng would not come to invite her in person, because he knew that she was hiding on purpose and felt aggrieved. He would not do anything to her during this period, so he just pretended not to know.
When Huo Yan went downstairs, Zhuang Zhoucheng had almost finished his meal. Huo Yan sat next to the dining table. Zhuang Zhoucheng sat for a while and then got up and went upstairs.
Huo Yan watched the people leave and then relaxed.
"Miss……"
The young Filipino maid filled another bowl of rice and placed it in front of her. She wanted to say something, but when she saw the young lady's expression, she held it back.
Huo Yan glanced at the little Filipino maid without saying a word. He buried his head in eating his food, hoping to finish it in a few bites, but he couldn't decide the speed, so he just kept grinding it.
The little Filipino maid and the aunt were standing on the left and right of the table. They pushed each other, and the little Filipino maid spoke first.
"Miss, actually, the gentleman treats you very well. He cares about you very much. Please stop being angry."
The little Filipino maid spent all day with the aunt, and her Chinese improved by leaps and bounds. The aunt also learned a lot of foreign languages.
After the little Filipino maid finished speaking in fluent Chinese, the aunt spoke immediately.
"Yes, the teacher always asks about your situation when he comes home every day. He actually does it for your own good. You are young and don't understand many things. His teaching methods are a bit harsh, but his intentions are good."
The two of them sang in unison and cooperated very well. After the aunt finished speaking, the little Filipino maid immediately followed up with another sentence.
"Miss, you've been angry for so long, is that enough? You haven't spoken to the gentleman, and he's really pitiful."
Huo Yan didn't want to pay any attention to it, but after hearing the irrelevant words of the little Filipino maid, she was really convinced and rolled her eyes.
"He is pitiful. There are no pitiful people in the world."
The voice laughed and mumbled, rolling its eyes at the two people in front of it who kept talking.
"Please don't talk in front of me. You're disturbing my meal."
The little Filipino maid sighed exaggeratedly, and the aunt also looked at Huo Yan. The two looked at each other and drove away directly.
The gentleman is wrong and the lady is too childish.
Alas, these two people, are they enemies from previous lives meeting each other?
After finishing her meal, Huo Yan got up and went back to her room. These days, when Zhuang Zhoucheng was at home, she would not go to the study, so she just stayed in bed to prepare for the competition.
Zhuang Zhoucheng came over and knocked on the door once, then opened the door and let her go to sleep. Huo Yan looked up at the person at the door without saying a word.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned colder, and he looked at her:
"Do you have ears?"
"heard it."
Huo Yan threw the book to the other end of the bed, pulled back the quilt and crawled in.
Zhuang Zhoucheng watched the man lie down before closing the door and turning away.
After Zhuang Zhoucheng left, Huo Yan took out his tablet and headphones and continued listening.
She needs to practice her memory. In addition to oral communication, the oral competition also involves interpretation, which means she needs to practice her instant memory ability.
This is a bit difficult, after all, I have no formal training and can only rely on myself.
For every minute of reading, her instant memory accuracy must reach at least 80% before she dares to stand on the stage and compete with others.
She is not a genius, she is not smart, and her brain is not working well, so she can only make up for her shortcomings with hard work.
Fortunately, language is something she enjoys, so no matter how intense the training is, she never finds it boring. It's just that her brain capacity is limited, and her head feels bloated every night before bed.
Huo Yan was afraid that Zhuang Zhoucheng would knock on the door again, so he hid in the bed with the quilt and continued practicing.
Zhuang Zhoucheng really came to check on her again. He knocked on the door gently and pushed it open. There was a big bulge on the bed. Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned slightly and walked in. He couldn't tell whether she was asleep or not.
However, when he approached the bed, he saw that the thing on the bed was moving. Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled the quilt open and saw that the little thing was actually lying on the bed reading a book.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned cold:
"I told you to sleep, but you didn't listen, did you?"
"I'm not disobedient..."
Huo Yan slowly got up, knelt on the bed, glanced at Zhuang Zhoucheng and then turned away.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were a little cold, and he stretched out his long arm. Huo Yan paused, took the headphones off his neck and put them in his hand.
"Sorry……"
Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at her, put his headphones aside, spread his arms, and said:
"come over."
Huo Yan looked at him, pushed himself into the quilt, and pulled it over him:
"I sleep alone!"
Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned cold and he said angrily:
"Your skin is itchy again, isn't it? Come here!"
Huo Yan turned her head to look at him, sniffed, bit down the anger of resistance, kicked off the quilt and climbed up again, walked to the bed, and slid down to the ground on the other side of Zhuang Zhoucheng.
"I'll go by myself."
She stood barefoot on the ground, her shoes at Zhuang Zhoucheng's feet. She had no choice but to look at him.
Zhuang Zhoucheng gave her a cold look, and after a long while he said:
"Why, you won't speak anymore?"
"My shoes." Huo Yan said.
Zhuang Zhoucheng held up the shoes and placed them in front of her. Huo Yan stepped into them and turned to go out.
Zhuang Zhoucheng was helpless. When a woman gets angry, it's really...
Huo Yan climbed directly onto Zhuang Zhoucheng's big bed. The color of his bed set had changed, and Huo Yan had the illusion that he had walked into the wrong room. The light color tone exuded a hint of warmth.
Huo Yan rolled her eyes secretly in her heart. She was sure that Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't like to make her bed like this.
He is a person who lives in cold gray tones and doesn't like any bright colors. This may be related to his age.
Zhuang Zhoucheng got on the bed, and Huo Yan rolled out directly. Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her sideways, stretched out his long arm, and hooked her back.
Huo Yan pushed him, and Zhuang Zhoucheng snorted coldly. Huo Yan put his hands on his chest and didn't dare to move.
Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed Huo Yan in his arms, pinched her face, and said in a low voice:
"Just sleep well when it's time to sleep. Don't mess around with your day and night like the young people out there. It's bad for your health, okay?"
Huo Yan didn't say a word, but lay on top of him, and her warm breath sprayed out, covering Zhuang Zhoucheng's entire chest, warming his whole body and mind.
Zhuang Zhoucheng hugged her tightly, but Huo Yan suddenly pushed him away and said:
"I can't sleep if I'm too close to you."
As soon as she pulled away, Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her back. Huo Yan grunted, and Zhuang Zhoucheng turned over and supported his strong body above her.
"Be obedient, huh?"
Huo Yan looked at the man so close, his breath almost spraying all over her face. He was too close, the pressure was too strong, and she turned her face away from him.
Zhuang Zhoucheng kissed her little face and looked at her face carefully. Fortunately, there were no marks left and the signs of injury had all been faded.
"Does it still hurt?" Zhuang Zhoucheng touched her face gently, his voice very low.