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

Chapter 195 Soft Touch

Fang You was beaten so badly that he didn't even dare to make a sound.

He was trying to help the Second Young Master Qian. This wasn't a difficult matter at all. Didn't he just want that gentleman to allocate a few hundred million to them?

If he were to do it, it would definitely be accomplished.

At the other end, Lu Zeng drove out steadily, glanced sideways at Huo Yan who was crying so hard that she almost choked, and said nothing.

Lu Zeng was transferred back not long ago, and no one knows what that gentleman is thinking.

Lu Zeng drove the car towards Tengfei.

When they arrived at the Tengfei Building, he led everyone directly to Zhuang Zhoucheng's office.

Huo Yan was already ill, and now she had lost her voice from crying, and her face was abnormally red.

Lu Zeng touched her forehead and found it was a little warm.

He sighed. He was so scared that he actually got sick?

Can you be more pampered?

There was no one in the office. I guess the gentleman was in a meeting somewhere else.

Huo Yan lay on the sofa and didn't move, his head feeling dizzy.

I opened my eyes and saw someone in front of me that I couldn't recognize.

Not long after, he closed his eyes again wearily, still sobbing.

How did Zhuang Zhoucheng know this?

After Ali hung up the call with Qian Ershao, he immediately called Ji Wuwei. Ji Wuwei was extremely anxious and didn't dare to ask his mother for help, so he could only ask his uncle for help.

Look, it’s come back again after a full circle.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was discussing something, so he threw the matter to Lu Zeng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng really cannot intervene in this matter.

If Zhuang Zhoucheng really confirmed his care for Huo Yan, it would be equivalent to pushing Huo Yan into danger.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was followed and protected by someone whenever he went in and out, and they would evacuate immediately if there was any unusual movement.

I can't touch Zhuang Zhoucheng, but I can touch Huo Yan.

There has never been a woman who appears repeatedly around Zhuang Zhoucheng, and Huo Yan is an exception. No wonder some people would set their sights on her.

She was a defenseless little girl, and anyone could do anything to her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng had thought about this before, but no one in Kyoto had the ability to touch him.

So what happened today was unexpected. Obviously, he didn't expect that there would be someone stupid enough to fight against a rock with an egg.

Zhuang Zhoucheng returned to Tengfei after noon and was standing outside Lu Zeng's office.

"Is she still there?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

Lu Zeng nodded:

"I have a slight fever. Guomu gave me an injection at noon."

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything else, walked into the office and went straight to the lounge.

I pushed open the door, but there was no one on the bed. I paused, then turned and walked out.

When I turned back from the lounge, I saw the person on the sofa.

Huo Yan was curled up in a small heap on the sofa, his face pressed tightly against it, his hair spread out with many strands hanging down.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood in front of her for a while, then lifted her neck with his big hand and touched her face and forehead, which were very hot.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's brows furrowed instantly and he sat down on the sofa.

Huo Yan's face rubbed unconsciously against Zhuang Zhoucheng's big palm.

His palms were warm, but still cooler than Huo Yan's current fever.

Perhaps because she felt comfortable, she subconsciously rubbed her face against his palm, resting her entire little face in Zhuang Zhoucheng's palm. She hummed and mumbled, but didn't seem to wake up.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's gaze fell on the little head in his palm, and his expression gradually softened.

The touch of the palm of my hand was pleasant, but too hot.

Zhuang Zhoucheng picked up Huo Yan and pinched her face to look at her.

He looked at it over and over again, but couldn't understand why he liked this ignorant little beast.