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

Chapter 332 My little ancestor

"what--"

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly hit Huo Yan on the head, causing pain on his forehead and causing him to scream in shock.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng with grievance.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoy your meal. Look how much rice you have put on the table?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said angrily in a deep voice.

Huo Yan lowered his eyes and immediately felt weak.

After a long pause, he said:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Hold the spoon in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, and put everything into the spoon.

Seeing that she admitted her mistake well, Zhuang Zhoucheng said nothing more. He tore off a piece of tissue and placed it in front of her, asking her to put the rice grains that had fallen on the table on it.

But at this moment, Huo Yan stuffed the rice grains he picked up directly into his mouth.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was stunned and his long arms froze in the air.

The next moment, his face darkened and he slapped her face with the back of his hand, angrily saying:

"Spit it out!"

Huo Yan was still holding the spoon in his mouth, and when he got scared, it poked his gums.

Biting her lip, she turned to look at Zhuang Zhoucheng, tears immediately flashing in her eyes.

Zhuang Zhoucheng still had a sullen face and said coldly:

"Spit it out!"

Huo Yan stood up and leaned to the side, then swallowed it directly.

With red eyes, he stared at Zhuang Zhoucheng and choked out a sob:

"You hit me again, hit me again! Why do you hit me? I just don't want to waste anything, and I deserve a beating for that?"

As soon as the voice came out, tears immediately burst out.

He sniffed hard, and couldn't stop sobbing anymore, feeling innocent and aggrieved.

Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned fiercely. Hit her?

This is also called beating?!

Zhuang Zhoucheng was speechless and just looked at her with two gloomy eyes.

Unable to communicate!

Huo Yan gritted his teeth and sobbed:

"You're such a living father, controlling everything! I hate you so much, Zhuang Zhoucheng..."

This slap was inexplicable.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face was gloomy, and he was determined to remain silent until the end.

Huo Yan turned around angrily, but when she turned around, she saw her aunt standing outside the door. She jumped up in fright and screamed:

"what--"

His body jerked and he immediately took a few steps back.

The aunt heard the noise and felt something was wrong, so she came out of the room.

She was standing outside, but the partition wall inside was made of glass, so it did not hide her body.

This aunt is really elusive in this house.

Huo Yan had forgotten many times that there was another person in the villa besides her and Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked out with a sullen face and said coldly:

"It's none of your business, don't come out!"

The aunt was frightened by the scolding and was afraid that the master would be dissatisfied and fire her.

Nodding and bowing, he left quickly:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll leave now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Huo Yan sniffed, and his sobbing became weaker.

The little girl looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng again and again, muttering:

"Why are you so mean to Auntie? You're scary enough already, and you're still so mean."

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her. The little thing's little nose and eyes showed unhappiness everywhere.

Instead of getting angry, he smiled and whispered:

"Auntie, you scared my ancestors. It was just a harsh word, how did it become a vicious thing?"

Huo Yan was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed and he stammered hurriedly:

"Who, who is your ancestor...hateful!"

Seeing her shy look, Zhuang Zhoucheng felt that the fire in his heart had just dissipated.

He waved at her and said:

"Come here, you're a grown-up girl now, stop being so petty."

"How can I be petty? You hit me for no reason. Would you be happy if it were you?"

Huo Yan's eyes rolled back and forth.

"Come here." Zhuang Zhoucheng said again.

Huo Yan felt a little upset, stopped for a moment, and then walked towards him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her and pressed her back into the chair, whispering:

"Are you a hot-head, huh? You get angry just by saying a few words. You have such a bad temper..."

It actually left Zhuang Zhoucheng helpless.

"I actually... have a pretty good temper."

Huo Yan wanted to defend himself, but in the end he could only utter half a sentence weakly.

"Hmm?" Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her, full of doubts.

"Don't disbelieve me, I'm serious."

Huo Yan sat in front of the bowl of rice. He couldn't bear to see any leftover rice in his bowl, so he subconsciously grabbed the spoon and continued eating.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her like that, which was a good thing. She got angry quickly and got over it quickly.

This kind of temper is naturally much better than suppressing it in your heart for a few days. If he is really such a sullen person, how long can Zhuang Zhoucheng endure it with his patience?

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, whispering:

"I'm not hitting you. Things that fall on the table are not clean. This is a bad habit. I'll change it next time, okay?"

Huo Yan looked up at Zhuang Zhoucheng, then lowered his head and slowly ate his meal.