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

Chapter 250 Zhuang Zhoucheng, I hate you like this

Everyone said she had a bad temper, but she felt that Zhuang Zhoucheng was the one with the worst temper.

He just wants others to listen to him, but he doesn't listen to others. How annoying.

"Then are you still going to work part-time at Chen Palace?" Lu Zeng asked.

"Can you really find me someone better, someone closer than Chen Palace?" Huo Yan was worried, so she decided to make sure first. If Chen Palace quit and Lu Zeng refused to introduce her, who would she go to?

He has finally grown up and knows how to think about these things.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Lu Zeng asked back.

Huo Yan laughed and said:

"Okay, then I'll quit Chen Palace. You have to find one for me quickly. I'll tell the foreman right now. They don't like me anyway. They talk behind my back and say that I got in through connections... But I'm not angry at all, because Ali is my best friend, and I got in through connections..." blah blah.

Lu Zeng raised his eyebrows and packed her lunch box.

Huo Yan was still talking when he saw Lu Zeng being dealt with and immediately grabbed it:

"I need to learn to be independent in the future. I don't need anyone to help me. I can do these things by myself."

Lu Zeng let go and let her do whatever she wanted. He had no right to say anything to her. It was up to her to do as she pleased.

"Send you to Chen Palace?" Lu Zeng asked.

"Okay, you're not busy, right? It would be even better if you could take me there."

Huo Yan took the lunch box and was about to throw it away, then turned around and said with a smile.

Looking at her smiling face, Lu Zeng felt deeply moved. If this girl wanted to, who could she not please?

Lu Zeng drove Huo Yan to Chen Palace. Huo Yan went up by himself, and Lu Zeng waited outside.

Huo Yan came out about twenty minutes later, his face looked pale and ugly.

Lu Zeng asked:

"what happened?"

Nothing should happen in such a short time, right?

"Nothing..." Huo Yan said softly.

The foreman is dead. I just saw him the day before yesterday, and he died today!

This scared Huo Yan a lot.

I heard from the girl who shared the same sign as her that she died in the Red Tulip private room.

That room has long been occupied by a second-generation rich kid named Fang You, who is said to be the boss's family member.

Huo Yan had seen Fang You's people before and could recognize him when she met him, after all, she had been scared by the tomb before. But just hearing the name, Huo Yan didn't know who he was.

I heard that when the foreman was dragged out, she was covered in wounds, and her clothes were re-put on her by several people she had led before.

Someone died, but there was no reaction at all.

No one called the police, and no relatives came to cause trouble. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

When Huo Yan entered, the foreman had been replaced, and the work inside was still proceeding in an orderly manner. No one dared to comment.

The girl with a close number to hers said it secretly in the dressing room, and they were not allowed to mention it outside.

Huo Yan said something to the person, filled out the information and left in a hurry without even getting the money.

The money has to be sent to the boss and signed for approval before it can be released to her.

Huo Yan didn't dare to stay any longer and left quickly.

The foreman died inexplicably and no one could investigate. What if someone else died?

Is it even less popular?

It’s a human life, how can it be gone just like that?

"Go back to Oriental Pearl Tower, or go to Tengfei?" Lu Zeng asked.

"Ah? Um... let's go to school. I'll get my homework and then go back to the Oriental Pearl Tower." Huo Yan said in a low voice.

Her head was buzzing. This incident was too shocking for her. Even without Lu Zeng's advice, she might have only done it until today.

Huo Yan took all the tools and drawings with him and went directly to the Oriental Pearl Tower.

I was originally planning to finish the rest of the drawings, but after hearing what the foreman said, I couldn't concentrate on doing anything. I just drew a few strokes and put them on the table, sitting there motionless.

With Lu Zeng around, Zhuang Zhoucheng would naturally soon find out that she had quit her part-time job. He felt inexplicably better and rushed back just before getting off work.

When the car passed by a boutique, he personally gave her a pair of gloves.

Because the gloves that Lu Zeng hung on the Christmas tree as a gift were taken away by this old man, well...

threw!

Throw it very low-key.

Zhuang Zhoucheng got some inspiration from the small gifts Lu Zeng brought him.

Look, I bought her another pair.

Without Lu Zeng's previous action, how could Zhuang Zhoucheng have thought of buying her gloves?

When Zhuang Zhoucheng entered the house, he called out, but heard no response. He glanced at the door and saw her shoes on the ground. She was undoubtedly in the house.

Zhuang Zhoucheng bent down and put Huo Yan's shoes aside before walking in.

There was no one downstairs. I went upstairs and opened her door. There was no one there either. I shouted loudly:

"Huo Yan?"

Huo Yan heard it and responded weakly, but the sound undoubtedly did not get through.

It was the master himself who came over, pushed open the study door, and said in a deep voice:

"You don't have ears, do you?"

"I did promise, you didn't hear it yourself." Huo Yan muttered while lying on the table.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked in and put the bag next to her without saying that it was bought for her. He just left it there.

He raised her face with his hands and asked in a low voice:

"Not happy?"

Huo Yan looked up at him and said softly:

"I quit my part-time job, Zhuang Zhoucheng."

Be obedient, there must be something to say.

Waiting for his approval.

But Mr. Zhou knew what she meant, but he didn't say anything. He rubbed her face and said:

"You're still in school, so focus on studying, huh?"

Yes, I think this is natural.

So what seemed like a huge sacrifice on Huo Yan's part was just what he had to do in the eyes of this gentleman.

Huo Yan lay down again, sighed and said:

"I hate you doing this, Zhuang Zhoucheng, I hate it!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng ignored her inexplicable thoughts, pushed the bag towards her, and said:

"So what do you want from me?"

"..." Huo Yan was speechless. He pounded the table and said dejectedly, "No more. What will happen to you if there is no hope?"

Well, we can't communicate normally at all.

"Is this homework?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at the drawings spread out on the table, and remembered that the table in her classroom seemed to be able to prop up the top so that she wouldn't have to lean over it.

"Yeah." Huo Yan nodded.

Speaking of homework, Huo Yan still has something to say.