Chapter 207 Hmm, my face doesn't hurt, but my heart does.

Zhao Weizhong laughed: "Thank you, cousin!"

He asked Zhao Yuting out today for this very reason.

Although he and Zhao Yuting are cousins, their fathers are not blood brothers, and their families are more than five degrees of kinship.

Their family backgrounds are very different from Zhao Yuting's.

Their family is slightly better off than a middle-class family; Zhao Yuting's family is a wealthy family with huge assets and a wide range of business operations.

He had his eye on a project in the new district and wanted to invest in it, which is why he approached Zhao Yuting. In reality, they rarely had any contact.

Zhao Yuting crossed her arms and gave a cold laugh.

She's disliked that bitch You Huan for a long time.

It's a good opportunity to use Zhao Weizhong's hands to deal with her.

...

Yan Hao's client hadn't arrived yet, so he looked at You Huan and asked, "Have you offended Zhao Weizhong?"

You Huan looked up: "How did President Yan figure that out?"

Yan Hao: "I'm good at judging people. Zhao Weizhong's eyes are hostile towards you."

You Huan smiled and said, "It did have a bit of an unpleasant incident. I think President Zhao is holding a grudge against me."

Yan Hao: "Zhao Weizhong is a petty person, be careful."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Yan."

A short while later, Mr. Qin, the client, arrived and spoke with Yan Hao.

The two inevitably drank alcohol.

Yan Hao didn't let You Huan drink, which made You Huan feel relaxed.

She enjoys drinking, but not in this kind of setting.

After leaving the restaurant, President Qin insisted on going to the club.

Yan Hao then accompanied him to the club.

It was already 11 p.m. when I came out of the club.

You Huan helped Yan Hao up: "Mr. Yan, watch your step."

Yan Hao drank quite a bit tonight, and was so drunk he was swaying as he walked. He accidentally fell on You Huan.

You Huan stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Mr. Yan, please get up, I can't go on..."

Suddenly, I felt a lightness in my body.

You Huan felt something fly out.

"President Yan!!!"

You Huan exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Hao was thrown a long way and landed on the ground.

You Huan glared angrily at the culprit: "Peng Zixu, are you crazy?"

Peng Zixu grabbed her wrist and said coldly, "You Huan, it's only been a few days, and you've already changed your mind again?"

You Huan struggled: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's my boss."

"Your boss? Don't you like your boss?"

You Huan knew he was alluding to Sheng Lin and her affair, but now was not the time to dwell on that; President Yan was still lying on the ground.

"Peng Zixu, let go!"

Seeing that You Huan did not refute, Peng Zixu's eyes grew even colder.

"What's the rush? He won't die."

"Let go!"

"I won't let go!"

"Let go!"

"No……"

"Smack!"

Peng Zixu stared at the woman in front of him in disbelief: "You dare to hit me!"

You Huan lowered her head guiltily: "It's because you wouldn't let go."

Peng Zixu was furious.

"You Huan, you're really something! You hit me for another man, what a fickle woman..."

You Huan saw a car approaching in the distance, and Yan Hao was lying right where the car was passing.

Ignoring everything else, she forcefully pushed Peng Zixu away and ran over to pull Yan Hao up.

"Mr. Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Hao opened his eyes and glanced at her: "Secretary You..."

"Mr. Yan, I'm so glad you're alright. I'll take you home."

"Thanks."

You Huan felt guilty again.

There's no need to thank me. It was all because of her that Yan Hao was pushed to the ground by Peng Zixu. I hope he wasn't hurt.

I also hope that Yan Hao won't remember what happened tonight tomorrow.

Peng Zixu watched as You Huan helped the man into the car and drove away.

His face was terribly gloomy.

Qin Xuan walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.

Does your face hurt?

He just witnessed the whole thing, including You Huan slapping Peng Zixu across the face.

Peng Zixu turned his head, saw the gloating expression on his face, pushed his hand away, and said coldly, "It doesn't hurt!"

Qin Xuan chuckled: "Yeah, my face doesn't hurt, but my heart does."

Peng Zixu kicked him: "You heartless bastard, just keep laughing at me. What goes around comes around, I'll wait and see you cry."

Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow: "You won't wait until that day. I'm not like you, willing to die for a woman."

...

Yu Huan gripped the steering wheel, thinking with frustration, "Peng Zixu must hate me to death."

Although she didn't use much force in that slap, for a man, it doesn't matter whether he uses force or not; being slapped in the face is a loss of face.

After dropping Yan Hao off at home, You Huan took a taxi back to Guanlan Community.

I dragged my tired body upstairs.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a tall figure standing at the door.

She paused.

When Peng Zixu saw her, he first seemed relieved, then glared at her fiercely.

Oh no! We're going to settle the score with her!

You Huan knew that Peng Zixu wouldn't let her off so easily.

What's meant to come will come.

She took a deep breath, walked over, stopped a step away from Peng Zixu, and turned her face to the side.

"Go ahead and fight back."

"Go easy on me, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Just don't leave her red handprints.

Peng Zixu glanced at her but didn't make a move.

Damn woman, what kind of person does she take him for?

He couldn't bring himself to hit a woman.

"Open the door."

You Huan: "Let's fight outside."

"I want to go inside and fight."

You Huan: "..."

All right.

She went over and opened the door.

Peng Zixu hadn't been to this house in a long time, and he looked around after entering.

It's still a mess.

You Huan has a lot of things, and she doesn't like to tidy them up, so she leaves things scattered everywhere.

At first glance, the sofa was an eyesore, and clothes, underwear, socks, trinkets, a computer...

There's so much stuff piled up there's nowhere to sit.

The floor wasn't clean either; it probably hadn't been cleaned for several days.

"Sister, are you a girl? You've managed to make such a mess of the house, you're something else."

Feeling rejected, You Huan looked embarrassed.

He then said fiercely, "What business is it of yours how I live? I didn't ask you to live here. I'm happy to be dirty and messy."

Peng Zixu pursed his lips: "Living in a cleaner place will make you feel better. Living in a messy environment for a long time increases the probability of developing depression."

You Huan rolled her eyes and shoved her wristwatch in his face: "Look at the time! It's one o'clock, bro! Why are you coming to my house to tell me this? Do you know I want to hear it?"

"Sister, you can't do this..."

You Huan interrupted him: "Shut up, who's your sister? Am I that old?"

Peng Zixu smiled and said, "Baby, don't be angry. I won't call you 'sister' anymore."

You Huan: "..."

She stared at Peng Zixu speechlessly: "You're sick!"

Peng Zixu raised an eyebrow: "You have medicine?"

You Huan: "..."

Damn! How come this guy's skin has gotten so thick now?

"Are you going to fight or not? If not, get out of here."

Peng Zixu raised his hand.

You Huan quickly closed her eyes.

She's afraid of pain.

The expected pain did not come.

A large hand gently landed on her face.

Slide from the eyebrows and eyes to the nose, and then from the nose to the lips.

You Huan opened her eyes and saw the handsome face magnified in front of her.

Peng Zixu was kissing her.