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

Chapter 272 If you don’t hold my hand, chop it off!

Zhuang Zhoucheng was speechless, his eyes fell on Huo Yan's face, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

After a long while, Zhuang Zhoucheng took a step back and said:

"There's nothing else at home, so I'll just have a couple of bites. I won't eat it anymore, okay?"

"it is good."

Huo Yan nodded readily, but it was obvious that she had misheard.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was packing the boiled noodles. Huo Yan widened his eyes and asked:

"Do you want to eat?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng put down the pot, got angry, and raised his voice a few degrees, saying:

"Didn't you just agree? Let's eat noodles today and not eat anymore later, huh?"

"But I don't like to eat."

Huo Yan was anxious. Why didn’t he understand yet?

She said that if it was noodles, she wouldn't eat it even if he cooked it.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Huo Yan immediately shut up, took a step back, looked up at him, but his expression still showed dissatisfaction.

Zhuang Zhoucheng said angrily:

"Look at what's edible in the refrigerator? Just make do with it for one night and have someone buy something back tomorrow."

Huo Yan turned around and opened the refrigerator.

I opened the refrigerator and wow, there was nothing inside except milk and a few bottles of wine.

Huo Yan closed the refrigerator and said with a sullen face:

"Then I'll just starve. I won't eat noodles anyway. I'll throw up."

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her coldly and said helplessly:

"Let's go buy it now, shall we?"

"Okay...but if you ask me to go alone, I won't go!"

Huo Yan was just happy for a moment, but immediately he became dissatisfied again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's expression was not good. Why is there so much trouble in raising a woman?

"Can we order takeout?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

"..."

Huo Yan neither nodded nor shook her head. In fact, she had no objection. As long as she didn't eat noodles, she would even eat a boiled vegetable.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was helpless. With a sullen face, he stretched out his hand to untie the belt of his nightgown, loosened his clothes, and reached out to pull Huo Yan out of the kitchen. He said helplessly:

"Let's go buy something and come back to cook."

Huo Yan looked up: Can’t I just order takeout?

Just as she was about to speak, she remembered that the takeaway was sent to Lu Zeng and then delivered by Lu Zeng.

But today, Lu Zeng got married.

Okay, Huo Yan kept silent.

Huo Yan was taken by Zhuang Zhoucheng, changed his clothes and went out directly.

It was past eight o'clock and the traffic was not so congested, so we got to the big market fairly quickly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng drove his car into the underground parking lot, and then the two of them walked into the mall and went straight into the supermarket.

Huo Yan wore a furry hat and a thick scarf, revealing a fair little face. Her round eyes moved happily, her eyelashes lazily flapping against her lower lids. Her eyelids narrowed slightly, and a smile graced her face.

"Let's eat hot pot?" Huo Yan said with a smile.

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes to look at her. The smile on the girl's face was so bright that it was impossible to refuse.

Zhuang Zhoucheng bit her face without any scruples and whispered:

"According to your."

"Okay."

Huo Yan nodded and subconsciously wiped the saliva off his face.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng saw her action, the smile on his face turned cold.

Huo Yan was picking beef balls, but when he turned around, he saw the man's face turned black. He immediately stuck out his tongue, turned back and pretended to be his own.

She didn't see anything, she didn't see anything, and whether he had a gloomy face or not had nothing to do with her.

"I like chrysanthemum, I need more of this..."

Huo Yan took one and thought about it. He usually didn’t buy anything when he went back, so he took another one.

She took one and pushed the cart away. She paused, looked back at the green leaves, and decided to take another one so that he wouldn't have to cook watery noodles for her tomorrow. A little bit of green would make her happier.

"That's enough. I can't eat more."

Zhuang Zhoucheng picked up what she took for the third time.

Huo Yan insisted, "But I'm afraid you'll have to cook noodles tomorrow. If that's the case, I'll just cook some vegetables."

Zhuang Zhou was speechless for several times, then he paused and said:

"Starting tomorrow, we'll have people buying fresh food every day. Don't worry, just take tonight's supply."

Huo Yan was happy with what he said, and turned around and said with a smile:

"So, you really won't cook noodles anymore, right?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng took a deep breath and said viciously:

"Do you hate noodles, or do you look down on the noodles I cook?"

"Don't be so mean. I didn't eat noodles when I was a kid."

Huo Yan pushed the cart forward.

Zhuang Zhoucheng did not forget to buy a box of eggs, but he was not good at choosing. His shortcut to buying things was to pick the expensive ones.

While Zhuang Zhoucheng was dealing with a row of eggs, Huo Yan immediately secretly took two rows of Assam milk tea, three bottles in a box, and hid them under the vegetables.

But when it came time to pay the bill, Zhuang Zhoucheng took a look and took it out.

Huo Yan's expression fell again, and he muttered softly:

"Why not? It's not that expensive, stingy..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at her indifferently without saying a word. He put away all the drinks she had brought and cleared out the ones that had been marked as expensive.

Zhuang Zhoucheng scanned his phone and experienced life.

Perhaps, this is how ordinary couples live, worrying about food, clothing, housing and transportation every day.

This is how we are supposed to live our lives.

He put the bag into the car and pushed it with one hand, and handed it to Huo Yan with the other.

Huo Yan stretched out his hand, waved it twice in the air, but failed to grab Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand and retracted it.

"Huo Yan!" Zhuang Zhoucheng shouted angrily.

The girl was looking down at her phone, so she stretched out her hand and tried to grab Zhuang Zhoucheng a few times but failed.

"exist."

Huo Yan quickly turned around and looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng, his eyes full of doubt.

"If you don't hold my hand, I'll chop it off!" Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a deep voice, his tone full of warning.

When Huo Yan heard this, her heart trembled instantly and she immediately grabbed his hand.

Huo Yan looked up at him and explained:

"Looks like someone called me, and I just wanted to see who it was."

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't respond, but held her hand tightly and pushed the shopping cart to the parking lot.