Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 1092 I am her guardian

Such a friendship is priceless.

Plus everyone hit it off, (Every time this comes up, Yan Xiaozhu always has to protest a few words, is Ye Ziye pestering me, okay? There's no point in hitting it off, I was forced to.) There are many topics to talk about, ( Yan Xiaozhu added again, she always has her say.)...Wait, anyway, Ye Ziye regards her as her best friend and best friend.

Zuo Zhe looked at a table of romantic candlelight dinner and sighed helplessly.

During the day, she was moved by a few words from her, and her heart was so sweet that she decided to love and love her tonight.

This is a dinner he specially ordered, originally planning to have a romantic relationship with Ye Ziye.

Now, it looks like it's going to be a mess.

He hates threesomes, hates Yan Xiaozhu's role in Ye Zi Ye Xin.

Although he hated it so much, he could only put it aside with a wry smile, after all Yan Xiaozhu was his subordinate.

"Huh? Who are you?" Ye Ziye's stunned sound came, and Zuo Zhe, who was downcast, was shocked, and his whole body suddenly became full of enthusiasm.

Just like a deflated balloon, it was inflated in an instant, and it once again raised its head to show others.

Could it be that Yan Xiaozhu came back?Woohoo, that's great.

"Driver." Yan Xiaozhu's voice came clearly, still without warmth.

your mother's!

Zuo Zhe lowered his head in discouragement again, wanting to cry without tears.

"I'm not the driver, I'm her guardian, you can call me Peter (Peter) or the priest." A man's voice.

No way, add another light bulb?
Zuo Zhe couldn't help frowning, with a bad premonition in his heart.

Standing up, he came to the door of the big house, stood behind Ye Ziye, and looked towards the garden.

Two meters away, a black and gray sports car was parked. A man and a woman came out of it, and they were taking out the suitcase from the trunk.

The girl is Yan Xiaozhu, but the boy... looks familiar.

"Hey, Gino, long time no see, how are you?"

Ye Ziye shrank into his arms, lowered her voice and asked, "What's the origin?"

Zuo Zhe frowned even deeper: "I forgot."

A large drop of sweat dripped from the back of her head.

Secretly attached in my heart: Young Master Zuo, you are so noble and forgetful.

"Isn't he one of your Vans?" They ran into him one time there when they first arrived at the Manhattan headquarters, and he just walked by cool.

Treating her and Zuo Zhe as transparent people, and she also regarded him as a staff member there, and didn't ask much about his background.

(End of this chapter)