One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Han Yu didn't answer, and kept looking into the distance.

Seeing that Han Yu didn't answer, Louis prepared to be more proactive.

"oops."

Louis slipped on purpose and fell to Han Yu's chest.

Han Yu was taken aback by Louis' actions, and immediately supported Louis.

Louis looked at Han Yu affectionately, and said, "Mr. Han's chest is so strong."

"Miss Louis, please respect yourself." Han Yu was angered by Louis' words.

At this time, the music stopped, Zhuang Chuchu came over, and saw the two people's movements were very ambiguous.

"Han Yu, what's your situation?" Zhuang Chuchu teased.

Han Yu said awkwardly: "It's nothing, don't get me wrong."

Louis said with a satisfied face: "Mr. Han's chest is really strong and feels good."

"Oh?" Zhuang Chuchu looked at Han Yu curiously.

Unexpectedly, Han Yu's face became more and more ugly, while Louis continued to think about it.

"Enough." Han Yu shouted angrily.

After speaking, he grabbed Zhuang Chuchu's hand and left.

"Slow down, Han Yu, walk slowly." Zhuang Chuchu almost trotted all the way to keep up with Han Yu's pace.

Hearing Zhuang Chuchu's words, Han Yu slowed down, but his anger had not subsided yet.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Chuchu didn't understand why Han Yu suddenly lost his temper.

Han Yu said, "Chuchu, when you make friends in the future, you must see the nature of that person clearly."

"En? Do you mean Louis?" Zhuang Chuchu seemed to understand something.

Han Yu turned his head away without answering.

Zhuang Chuchu thought that his teasing made him unhappy, and said indifferently: "I thought something happened. Since you don't like it, I won't make fun of you in the future."

"That was not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Zhuang Chuchu felt even more confused.

Han Yu wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he said, "Just remember not to make friends indiscriminately in the future."

Zhuang Chuchu was very dissatisfied with Han Yu's answer, and said, "Isn't it just a joke with you? As for being so angry?"

"I didn't mean that when I said it." Han Yu said impatiently, his tone a little anxious.

Zhuang Chuchu was also angry, she asked several times, but he didn't explain to himself, and blamed himself.

"Hmph." Zhuang Chuchu turned her head and ignored him.

"Chuchu, don't you understand?" Han Yu couldn't care about Zhuang Chuchu's emotions at the moment, hoping she could understand that not everyone is as kind as she is.

"Then tell me!" Zhuang Chuchu shouted angrily.

"Chuchu, how much do you know about Louis?" Seeing that Zhuang Chuchu was angry, Han Yu gradually calmed down.

Zhuang Chuchu thought about it, but she really didn't know much about Louis.

"So what?" Zhuang Chuchu was angry and said indifferently.

Han Yu sighed, a little helpless: "Chuchu, something will happen to you like this."

Zhuang Chuchu said dissatisfiedly: "What, I was just making a joke, so you say that about me."

After Zhuang Chuchu finished speaking, she turned her head and left.

Han Yu hurriedly asked, "Chuchu, what are you doing?"

"Go home." Zhuang Chuchu curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"I'll see you off." Han Yu chased after Zhuang Chuchu and said.

Zhuang Chuchu was still angry at what Han Yu said just now, and snorted coldly: "Don't dare to bother, what happens to me has nothing to do with you."

After she finished speaking, she strode away, leaving Han Yu alone.

After Zhuang Chuchu left, Han Yu punched the pillar next to him, venting his displeasure.