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

Chapter 768 Don’t Cry, Just Say It If You Feel Wronged

Chapter 768 Don’t Cry, Speak Out If You Feel Wronged

Huo Yan shook his head. "There will be other students staying here, not just me."

"Are you planning to stay in school forever and not go home?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a deep voice.

Huo Yan looked straight ahead, towards an unknown place, and nodded slowly.

"Give me a reasonable reason. As long as your reason is convincing enough, I will agree."

Zhuang Zhoucheng grabbed her hand and walked out angrily.

Huo Yan tried to pry his hands apart, but seemed so powerless that he had to look up at him again.

"Because you're not in school, you know? I don't want to see you, so I don't want to go back."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes darkened and he called out softly:

"Yan'er..."

Huo Yan suddenly smiled and said softly:

"I don't know how many treasures you have, maybe a lot..."

Huo Yan walked around Zhuang Zhoucheng and went to the other side. Zhuang Zhoucheng reached over and pulled him back.

"Does it have to be this way, huh?"

Zhuang Zhou Chengbo shouted angrily, what did she mean?

"I don't want to be like this, but I can't help it when I see you..."

Huo Yan held his hand, her eyes were a little red, her voice was choked, and she inexplicably wanted to cry.

She bit her words and shook off his hand with a breath of cold air.

But the next moment, Zhuang Zhoucheng held her in his arms, hugged her tightly, and pressed her head into his chest.

"Are you still brooding over what was published in the newspaper? Why didn't you ask me if you had any questions, but instead listened to a malicious outsider and those gossips? You know that those gossips are not credible. They are all fabricated and don't actually exist. Huo Yan, I am your husband, the person closest to you now. You should trust me, not those messy voices."

Huo Yan felt uncomfortable being held, and tried to move, but there was no relief.

"You are the closest person now, but maybe you won't be in the future, right?"

"Huo Yan!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng shouted angrily, let go of her, pinched her jaw, his eyes dark and gloomy.

"See, it's best not to see you, so as to avoid making both of us angry." Huo Yan said sullenly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her, then suddenly pulled her and strode out.

Huo Yan struggled hard, "What are you doing? Zhuang Zhoucheng, I said I won't go back. I don't want to go back..."

"Don't forget that you are a married woman. How can you stay out all day long without coming home?" Zhuang Zhoucheng shouted angrily.

"I don't want to leave!"

Huo Yan's face flushed red, and he was dragged several steps back by him.

"Huo Yan, don't force me to do anything to you again, just listen!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng shouted angrily, and looked back at her with dark red eyes.

Huo Yan was a little frightened, biting her lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

Although the school is on vacation, there are still students and teachers who have not left. Occasionally, three or five people pass by and take a look.

After all, Huo Yan is a celebrity in the school. Many students from neighboring schools come to Beijing University just to see her. Many students in the school know her, so when they look at her, they can't help but take another look.

Huo Yan's face flushed red, and he felt ashamed, and was dragged away by Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took big steps and Huo Yan could hardly keep up, so he was basically being dragged along by him.

He couldn't keep up but didn't shout out loud, and walked in a messy and difficult manner.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked faster and faster, waiting for her to shout. When he reached the stairs, he knelt down on the ground.

Zhuang Zhoucheng turned around to look at her, and Huo Yan raised her eyes and glared at him with tears in her eyes.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood for a moment, stepped back, and picked the man up.

"What's the use of having a mouth? Can't you just shout if you can't keep up?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said angrily.

Huo Yan took the opportunity to shake off his hand and turned around angrily.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled the person back with great force, leaned over slightly, and picked the person up horizontally.

"Let me go. This is school, not a place for you to bully others. Let me go, let me go!"

Huo Yan grabbed Zhuang Zhoucheng's clothes and pulled hard, tears suddenly streaming down her face. She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying too miserably.

Zhuang Zhou was furious and said:

"Why are you crying? If you feel wronged, just speak up!"

After all, she just refused to believe him, right?

This made Zhuang Zhoucheng very angry.

Who is close to her, who treats her well, and who is her husband? Doesn’t she know?

Regardless of whether the matter was true or false, regardless of the rumors outside, all she should do was believe him.

If you have any questions, go home and ask him, instead of judging him as wrong based on a few nonsense words!

Huo Yan was so angry that her heart ached. She lowered her head, choked and swallowed her tears, then grabbed his clothes tightly, her whole body shaking.

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes to look at her, subconsciously hugged her tightly, and lowered his voice.

"Don't cry, okay? Don't cry. If you feel wronged, just tell me. No matter what you want to know, I'll tell you, okay?"

Huo Yan hugged Zhuang Zhoucheng's neck, put her little face under his neck, and kept crying.

"I am so sad……"

Huo Yan cried out, but suppressed the tears herself.

Zhuang Zhoucheng hugged the person tightly and strode out of the school.

It’s good that she’s willing to talk. I’m just afraid that she will suppress me again, get angry, and refuse to let me go.

After getting in the car, Huo Yan leaned against the window and didn't look at him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled the man back, held him in his arms, and whispered comfortingly:

"Yan'er, believe me, those don't exist. They're just fabricated by reporters. If you get angry about those false reports, you're ruining your health. Don't cry, okay? We're adults and don't think about those news. We live our own lives and don't care what others say, okay?"

Huo Yan sniffed and choked out:

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, I just want to ask you, after we got married, have you ever touched or slept with other women?"

This was a thorough question. Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her with a serious expression, then suddenly held her hand and flatly denied it:

"no!"

"Can you swear?" Huo Yan asked back.

"..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at her tearful eyes, paused slightly, and nodded:

"I swear, after getting married, I haven't touched any woman other than my wife!"

If there is retribution, please put it on him, even if it means being struck by lightning, it has nothing to do with her.

Huo Yan's eyes wavered, his lips trembling, and after a long while he spoke again:

"Can you swear that if you lie to me, you will have no descendants?"

"Huo Yan!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly shouted angrily, "I hate such aggressive and inconsiderate women! You should know that."

"So you feel guilty?"

Huo Yan immediately questioned, staring into his eyes with disappointment and despair:

"What if you ask me to swear? If you lie to me, I will die..."

Before Huo Yan could finish his words, Zhuang Zhoucheng covered his mouth fiercely.

Seeing the determination and anger in his eyes, Huo Yan bit his cheek muscles hard, and after a long time, he loosened his palm.

"I can swear that if I cheat on my wife Huo Yan, I, Zhuang Zhoucheng, will never have children in this life."

Zhuang Zhoucheng felt a lump in his throat, as if a steel needle was stuck in it, and the pain was unbearable.