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

Chapter 242 A vicious and controlling man!

"Tell me more, what is our relationship? Who am I to you?" Zhuang Zhou said.

Huo Yan was completely discouraged and started to cheat.

I leaned towards him, grabbed his clothes and whispered:

"Zhuang Zhoucheng..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.

Huo Yan stood back with a bitter face and said in a low voice:

"I know you'll be unhappy if I say this. You said the other day that you were serious and that we were in that kind of relationship. But does this really count as a relationship?"

Should I put a question mark?

She had never been in love like this before.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked up at her, obviously disagreeing with what she said.

Huo Yan has been struggling with this issue, and if she doesn't explain it clearly, she will feel choked.

Anyway, I have already said it, so I might as well say it all at once:

"I don't feel like we're boyfriend and girlfriend at all. Other people's boyfriends aren't like that. Other boyfriends wouldn't ask their girlfriends to write a letter of guarantee, wouldn't be as serious as you, and wouldn't be as distant and different as we are."

The more important premise is that the man and woman must at least be in love with each other and be attracted to each other, right?

Their relationship was forced from the beginning.

He had left such a bad impression on her from the very beginning that even if she forced herself to accept it, she still couldn't change her feelings towards him.

It's good enough that she doesn't dislike it, but why do you want her to like it so quickly?

Zhuang Zhoucheng said:

"What else? I'll give you this chance to finish it all at once."

Huo Yan took a deep breath:

Okay, you asked me to say it.

"And you hit me! Even my mother never hit me. You have no right to hit anyone."

Huo Yan said this with great emphasis.

In her opinion, this matter is very serious.

Not only was he mean to her, but he also hit people. Isn't that too much?

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned cold on the spot, and Huo Yan stopped talking.

But that little guy was very naughty, and he kept looking at him with his little eyes.

That means:

Look, look, he's angry again and wants to be mean to her again. Did she wrongly accuse him?

"It was you who asked me to say it, and you were unhappy after I said it, so why did you ask me to say it?"

Huo Yan took several steps back before he dared to roar.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was really about to lose his temper.

But once she said this, she had to suppress it.

He frowned, thought for a while, waved to her and said:

"Come here, let's talk."

Huo Yan stood still.

Is she stupid enough to go there now?

"come over!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng was angry and raised his voice a little.

The voice, which was already cold to begin with, sounded even more majestic and terrifying when it was raised.

Huo Yan's heart inevitably trembled, and while his feet were moving, he said:

"Then you can't hit me again."

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Huo Yan scratched her hair and approached Zhuang Zhoucheng hesitantly.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng stretched out his hand, Huo Yan quickly shouted:

"……sorry!"

The next moment, he pulled her over and she fell into his arms.

"Sorry……"

Apologize quickly, no matter where you went wrong, apologize first.

"Let's talk about this, huh?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng patted her face, picked her up, and pressed her onto the sofa:

"Sit down."

Huo Yan lifted her butt, but was pushed down again by Zhuang Zhoucheng. Zhuang Zhoucheng gave her a cold look and did not move.

"You've said so much, now listen to me, huh?"

Zhuang Zhou accepted the request and raised his hand to pinch her face. Huo Yan nodded perfunctorily.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was very dissatisfied with this attitude. He pulled her ear and said coldly:

"Where are the ears?"

"I heard it, and I nodded."

Huo Yan quickly covered his ears with his hands. It hurt!

For Zhuang Zhoucheng, touching her or pinching her meant he loved her from the bottom of his heart.

But I couldn't stand the heavy hand he used, and what was supposed to be an intimate gesture turned out to be hurtful.

"Think carefully about the points you mentioned. First, did I force you to write the letter of guarantee for no reason? You didn't do anything wrong, so why was I forcing you to write it for no reason?"

"..."

Huo Yan curled his lips, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Speak up, since you brought up this matter, it means that you care about it. Tell us if you have any grievances. Since I said this is a conversation, just say what you think." Zhuang Zhoucheng said again.

Huo Yan was still frightened. He was the typical example of a man who only allowed officials to set fires but not ordinary people to light lamps. He had the final say in everything.

Zhuang Zhoucheng straightened her body and lifted her legs onto the sofa.

Huo Yan leaned on the sofa with both hands, looked at him, and said fiercely in his heart:

Zhuang Zhoucheng, you're crazy!

Zhuang Zhoucheng reached out and pulled the blanket on the sofa to cover her legs to keep her from getting cold.

As a result, when the blanket was pulled away, my face instantly darkened.

"What's wrong with the sofa?"

Huo Yan glanced at him, then looked in the direction of his hand, his eyes suddenly widening.

She had forgotten all about it!

He actually discovered it at this time!

"That, that..."

Huo Yan stammered, but couldn't think of a good excuse for a moment.

The plan was that it would be invisible after it dried the next day.

But who knew that the oil stains would become more obvious after drying, especially the edges that were blurred, which were tinged with yellow.

Huo Yan made a bitter face and lowered his head.

The two legs that were originally lifted up by him slowly shrank towards him at this moment, with the calves curled together and moved back a distance.

"That night, I accidentally knocked over some food. I thought I had washed it clean, but it wasn't clean anymore..."

Huo Yan grabbed his hair and mumbled to himself.

Zhuang Zhoucheng had a gloomy face and wanted to scold her. Why didn’t she eat properly and came to the living room?

Is the restaurant space too small, or what?

Zhuang Zhoucheng opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.

Didn't she just say he was serious?

It's natural, and it's not something he can control.

Okay, just bear with it for now.

This was a good opportunity for someone to speak, but now nothing was said and the atmosphere became quiet.

Given Zhuang Zhoucheng's nature, it would be impossible for him to pretend not to see what happened and just turn the page after seeing it.