Chapter 270

But Zhong Yuhuan didn’t plan on telling him what she was thinking.

What did he count as? Why should she have to analyze her thoughts for him?

Wen Yongchen quickly realized he had misspoken, immediately giving a bitter smile.

“Sorry, I truly like you very much, so I spoke without thinking.” He paused, quickly straightening out his expression. “I sincerely want to help you, even if you don’t like me at all. If you want to escape from his taboo love, then a quick fling would be a great choice… Other people may be afraid of Mr. Lang, Mr. Huo, and Li Jinyuan’s interrogation and obstruction, but I’m not. I can cooperate with whatever you want.”

“Bullshit.” A cold, grumpy voice belonging to a man sounded in the room.

Zhong Yuhuan looked up slightly and saw Huo Chengming.

The wind was probably a bit strong on the way here, so Huo Chengming’s hair was blown aside, completely showing his forehead. It seemed like he had returned back to his youthful, fierce, and domineering demeanor like that of a lion.

Wen Yongchen’s expression went dark. He didn’t expect an interloper to suddenly interrupt. On the way here, Wen Yongchen had long prepared all his words to convince Zhong Yuhuan.

Huo Chengming’s eyebrows furrowed, full of anger.

The next moment, he grabbed Wen Yongchen’s collar, directly picking him up.

Pa!

It wasn’t the sound of him beating Wen Yongchen, but the sound of Huo Chengming’s button popping off. His actions were so violent that a button on his shirt had popped off.

His suit was originally open, so with a button popping off, the bulging muscles underneath were vaguely revealed.

They were completely different from Wen Yongchen’s muscles that were from practicing at a gym.

His muscles were tight and filled with power, with a violent aura.

Huo Chengming’s brain felt like it was being electrocuted, numb and painful.

A quick fling?

With you?

Even I haven’t fucking done it!

I’m still hiding and holding back, afraid of revealing a single hint of my thoughts.

Who the fuck are you, wanting to barge in?

Huo Chengming smashed Wen Yongchen’s head on the teapot.

Zhong Yuhuan reflexively backed away two steps.

Can’t let the water stain my dress!

After backing away, Zhong Yuhuan suddenly remembered.

No, I have to stop this.

So she went back.

Huo Chengming had already grabbed Wen Yongchen’s tea bowl and poured the tea all over Wen Yongchen’s face. It had been a long time since Huo Chengming was this aggressive, his body full of youthful spirit.

He sneered. “Has your fever-muddled brain woken up yet?”

Wen Yongchen was at first stunned by the impact, then was shocked by the hot water being poured over him. It was painful and embarrassing. When he opened his eyes, he felt that his left eye was covered in blood. Wen Yongchen became so infuriated, he sneered.

Huo Chengming thought, I had been disliking you since Turkey, wanting to do away with you.

Did you really think that I couldn’t fucking do anything to you after returning to lawful society?

Huo Chengming knocked the tea bowl on the bridge of Wen Yongchen’s nose. “You didn’t wake up, did you? I’d better wake you up properly then.”

Wen Yongchen’s sneer was interrupted.

Huo Chengming was ruthless, specifically hitting weak spots.

He grabbed the tea bowl and started hitting the bridge of his nose.

Eight out of ten stars in the circle would have had nose surgery before.

Wen Yongchen’s nose immediately began bleeding and a strong ache made his tears flow uncontrollably.

“Repeat what you just said. Hm?”

Not waiting for Wen Yongchen to open his mouth, Huo Chengming suddenly turned his head. He had been holding back for so long. He looked at Zhong Yuhuan and asked, “A body of muscles from the gym, a face from plastic surgery… Do you like that?”

Zhong Yuhuan looked at Huo Chengming, who had a violent aura around him and was even more fierce than the time he pulled out his gun. In the moment that he had turned around, he somehow managed to suppress his anger and violent urges.

Zhong Yuhuan: “…”

Zhong Yuhuan swallowed, shaking her head so fast that it was like a pellet drum. “… Of course not.”