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

Chapter 223 Tang-style tenderness

Huo Yan looked up at him, but only saw Zhuang Zhoucheng's Adam's apple and hard chin, but not his face.

Just for a moment, she leaned into his arms again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's thick body was like a furnace, the temperature was high enough to make Huo Yan's face red, and his nose hissed as he inhaled the hot air.

She arched her back a little, as if a cool breeze had blown in, and then she kept pressing deep into his arms.

"Yanyan?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng hugged the woman who kept leaning against his arm, sat up, and lifted her up.

He looked at her with a faint gaze and asked:

"Go back when you wake up, ok?"

Huo Yan looked at him with dull eyes, feeling a little dizzy.

Zhuang Zhoucheng put his big palm against her face and whispered:

"Frozen silly?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng got out of bed, took off his coat and wrapped it around her, then carried her out.

Lu Zeng and Guo Mu were still waiting outside. When they saw someone coming out, they hurriedly followed.

"Master, according to the medical report, Miss Huo Yan has several serious injuries on her back, but it's nothing serious."

I was just a little bit cold, it’s really no big deal.

Guomu and Zhuang Zhoucheng were behind him, reporting in a low voice.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't respond, and the other two people behind him didn't speak anymore.

The car drove directly to the Oriental Pearl Tower. When getting off, Huo Yan said:

"I can leave by myself."

Zhuang Zhoucheng got out of the car without saying a word, and handed her his big hand. After she put her hand up, he used his other hand to protect her head and pulled her out of the car. The two of them walked into the house one after the other.

The medicine has been transferred over from Guomu, and people arrived soon.

A pile of medicine was placed on the table. He glanced at the wound on Huo Yan's hand and asked:

"How does Miss Huo Yan feel now?"

Huo Yan shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It hurts a little."

Guo Mu nodded and said:

"Frostbite doesn't heal quickly, so you need to take your time. The medicine here is both for internal and external use, and using them together will be more effective. This is a medicated warming patch. The injury on your back is quite serious. It's winter now, and if the injury isn't controlled, it's very likely to get worse and even ulcerate. So after applying the ointment to the more serious areas, I suggest you apply the patch."

"it is good."

Huo Yan nodded.

I was so cold that my head was dizzy. The heating in the room was turned on high, and I felt a little numb because of the heating.

Guo Mu looked at Huo Yan's hand again and said:

"There's nothing serious on your hand. Just apply medicine every day and keep warm. It will be healed in a few days."

Huo Yan nodded and listened attentively.

After Guomu gave his instructions, he said goodbye to Zhuang Zhoucheng and left.

As soon as Guomu left, Huo Yan fell directly onto the sofa with a "thump", groaned twice, and didn't move.

Zhuang Zhoucheng heard a muffled sound and immediately looked up, thinking that she had fallen to the ground, but she was lying on the sofa without making a sound.

He turned around and continued to cook noodles. There were not many other ingredients in the house. He seldom ate at home, so the amount of ingredients was very small.

So there is nothing in the house now except noodles.

About ten minutes later, Zhuang Zhoucheng brought out a bowl of steaming hot boiled noodles, placed it on the table, and called out:

"Come in and eat noodles, Huo Yan."

Huo Yan climbed onto the sofa and hummed, unwilling to move. His nose was blocked and he breathed in through his small mouth.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took out the spoon and chopsticks before she came in. He walked out and said coldly:

"Huo Yan, do you have your ears? Come eat."

"Uh-huh……"

He hummed twice with a strong nasal tone and moved his body, but still did not get up.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face darkened and he said:

"Five seconds, come here quickly!"

Huo Yan quickly got up, propped up his eyes and looked at him, saying with a sullen face:

"Just put it there, I'll go eat it."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned cold on the spot and he looked over with cold eyes.

Huo Yan pursed his lips, not daring to sit any longer, and quickly stood up and walked over slowly.

"sorry."

He lingered in front of Zhuang Zhoucheng and muttered something.

Zhuang Zhoucheng gave her a cold look, carried her clothes into the dining room, and made her sit down.

"I want to eat some vegetables."

Huo Yan held the chopsticks and spoke softly.

Noodles are just noodles, and the only topping is ham, nothing else.

"There are no vegetables. Go buy some tomorrow and just eat some, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a deep voice.

This noodle is indeed a bit shabby, with just oil and salt. Fortunately, there is a sausage in the refrigerator, otherwise I would really only be able to eat white flour.

"But I don't like noodles..." Huo Yan muttered in a low voice.

In fact, she is not very picky about food and can accept whether the taste is good or bad.

But she has never eaten this kind of noodles since she was a child.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng took her out to dinner, she ordered fried noodles, but he changed it to fried noodles. He didn't say it directly that time, but you could tell from her expression that she was not happy.

Tonight I was feeling unwell and was the sickest person, so I hummed.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her coldly. Huo Yan didn't dare to say anything. She picked up the chopsticks and shoveled the noodles into her mouth like rice grains.

After taking a few bites, I realized that the taste was not very good.

Zhuang Zhoucheng likes to eat light dishes, so he only uses oil and salt, without adding MSG, let alone other sauces.

It would be strange if it could be delicious with little salt and the soup is watery.

Huo Yan lowered his head and whispered:

"I want a little kimchi, can I?"

He was deliberately making fun of her, wasn't he?

No salt at all, okay?

Zhuang Zhoucheng stretched out his arm and pulled the big bowl in front of her. Is it really that unpalatable?

He also drank some soup, it tasted good.

Huo Yan looked up at him. Zhuang Zhoucheng picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and tasted it...

"Can I wait if I order takeout now?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said, putting down his chopsticks.

Huo Yan nodded, then leaned over and asked with a smile:

"Yeah, it's not delicious, right? I didn't lie to you, right?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her smug look with a stern look, raised his hand and pinched her face and said:

"Are you refreshed now?"

Huo Yan immediately became depressed and said bitterly:

"No..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng called Lu Zeng, who directly ordered the hotel closest to the Oriental Pearl Tower to deliver the meal.

Huo Yan was waiting there. Zhuang Zhoucheng picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. Huo Yan immediately got up and looked at him:

"what?"

"Lie down!" Zhuang Zhoucheng patted her butt and said.

Huo Yan fell to the ground with a "bang".

Zhuang Zhoucheng pushed open her clothes, peeling them off layer by layer, revealing her back covered in wounds, showing severe injuries.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng's gaze met the bruises on her back, two balls of anger instantly flashed in his eyes.

Is this frostbite?

It's obvious that he was beaten!

"Does it hurt?" Zhuang Zhoucheng pressed it.

Before Zhuang Zhoucheng finished speaking, Huo Yan immediately took a deep breath and cried out in pain:

"You have to be gentler!"

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes widened and I felt pain.