Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

"very nervous?"

The man's hoarse and magnetic voice pressed against Fu Yan's ears.

"You're crazy, this is the Huo family..."

As she hid, her body couldn't help but tremble, and her fingers clenched the sofa towel tightly.

The red cheeks made the man behind him even wilder.

There were footsteps coming and going outside the tea room. It was the Huo family's family dinner tonight, and many people were back.

Fu Yan was worried that someone would break in at any time.

She didn't dare to make a sound, but the man seemed to be deliberately teasing her, grinding her bit by bit until she almost screamed.

The man's face with deep outlines was reflected on the glass, and his eyes were a bit playful, observing the panic look on her face.

"What are you afraid of?" The man curled his lips, very satisfied with her reaction.

It wasn't until someone not far away called out "Old Master" that he tightened his grip around Fu Yan's waist and ended in a hurry.

The man pulled away and Fu Yan fell to the ground overwhelmed.

There happened to be a mirror in front of her that was convenient for organizing her appearance. Fu Yan saw that her face looked like it was stained with rouge, and her clothes were in a mess, while Huo Mingzheng stood behind her——

Well-dressed, elegant and handsome.

He ranks second among the Huo family's grandchildren. There is a cousin above him, but he is truly the prince of the Huo family. He is extremely powerful and cannot be easily offended.

The man's eyes fell on the finger marks on Fu Yan's waist. He threw away the handkerchief, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The jadeite finger on the left thumb glows with faint fluorescence and is cold and cold. It is the highest quality dragon stone jadeite in northern Myanmar.

"I heard that I was looking at cars recently. Can I buy one for you?"

"No, I can buy it myself." Fu Yan put on his clothes, clenched his fingers and didn't look at the man's face in the mirror.

She knew that the man was angry and had tortured her in different ways just now, and these words only added fuel to the fire.

"Are you really planning to draw a clear line with me?"

Fu Yan lowered his head and pressed the buttons of his coat without saying a word, his fingers turned white.

"Fu Yan, you are really promising." Huo Minzheng sneered.

He moved his eyes away from her waist, took a few puffs and put out the cigarette.

Fu Yan got up from the ground with his head lowered and ran into the bathroom to tidy up.

The door of the tea room opened and closed, and she knew that Huo Minzheng had gone out.

After a while, when the redness on her face had completely subsided and there were no traces on her body, she came out of the bathroom.

By the time she arrived at the restaurant, everyone was almost there.

At the Huo family's family dinner, the people who had returned sat at three large round tables. It was very lively, but no one took the initiative to talk to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan didn't want to deal with the Huo family, so he lowered his head and looked for his seat.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't answer the phone." Her mother, Song Qingshuang, came over to hold her hand and glared at her dissatisfied.

Fu Yan pulled his hand away without leaving a trace and whispered, "I didn't hear you."

In fact, she heard it, but Huo Minzheng wouldn't let her pick it up. He didn't like to be disturbed in that kind of thing, and would get angry and even more annoying.

As soon as Fu Yan sat down, he heard someone at the main table say, "Second brother, your sleeves are wet."

Fu Yan heard Huo Minzheng chuckle: "I was wet by water just now."

I don't know if she was too sensitive, but I always felt that Huo Minzheng glanced at her after saying this.

She looked up guiltily.

A small patch of Huo Mingzheng's right sleeve was wet, but it wasn't that noticeable because he was wearing black clothes.

She remembered that he had held her up with that hand before, it was steaming, and he bit her ear and said she was made of water.

Fu Yan's face suddenly turned red.

Huo Mingzheng took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair. When others talked to him, he responded casually, and no one dared to say that he was not the right person.

He has always been a star-studded presence in the Huo family.

Unlike Fu Yan.

She remarried into the Huo family with her mother, who married Huo Mingzheng's fifth uncle.

From the eldest to the youngest, from the eldest young master, the second young master, to the fifth young lady, you can tell that they belong to the Huo family just by hearing the names. She is the only one who is called Miss Fu by the servants.

It's an outsider.

Song Qingshuang muttered in her ear.

"The old man was dissatisfied with us, but you are still so unruly. Don't you know that today is a family dinner? Fortunately, the old man did not blame us."

The mother remarried and was viewed with colored glasses from the beginning. Especially after the death of Huo Mingzheng's fifth uncle, the two of them were even less popular.

Secretly, the servants talked about Song Qingshuang Kefu and Fu Yan as a broom star.

Therefore, Song Qingshuang strictly abides by the Huo family's family rules.

Fu Yan was used to it and didn't pay much attention to her complaints. Huo Minzheng's last meaningful words were in his mind.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced in the direction of the main table.

The constant relationship with Huo Mingzheng made her mind go back to two years ago.

She got drunk with her classmates on graduation night from college.

In fact, she never drank alcohol before. That day was because the Huo family was planning to discuss marriage with Huo Ming.

Huo Mingzheng, the man she had secretly liked for many years.

Unexpectedly, Huo Mingzheng was also in the bar that night. After drinking, she became bold and asked him - Huo Mingzheng, what do you think of me?

Huo Minzheng grabbed her hand on her shoulder and asked with a half-smile, "What is it like?"

Fu Yan never knew that she, who had always been a good girl, would do such a deviant thing. Huo Mingzheng was her cousin in name only.

She stood on tiptoes and said in Huo Mingzheng's ear: "Be your woman."

Huo Mingzheng leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and asked her in the smoke: "Do you dare?"

Fu Yan pecked his chin lightly, hooked his neck again without fear of death, and said provocatively: "What about you? Do you dare?"

Huo Minzheng puffed out his cigarette and didn't answer, just smiled.

Under the interweaving lights, those eyes seemed like unfathomable abyss of coldness, and like flames that were about to burn people up.

That night she became Huo Mingzheng's woman.

When he was dying, Huo Minzheng bit her ear, "Fu Yan, remember what you said tonight."

Fu Yan said a lot that night, so much that she couldn't even remember what Huo Minzheng said.

After that, Fu Yan was a little scared. It was dangerous to provoke a man like Huo Mingzheng.

Their relationship was shady, which meant that Huo Minzheng would never acknowledge her.

She liked Huo Mingzheng, and she couldn't bear to let go of someone she had loved silently for so many years.

But he will eventually get married and have children, and I heard that the old man has already found a marriage partner for him.

He didn't mention it, which was because he was tacitly aware of her shady status as lover and mistress. Fu Yan didn't dare to think about it.

If this relationship is destined to be unequal, then she is not willing to be humble anymore.

So last weekend she sent a message to Huo Mingzheng, hoping to end their abnormal relationship.

Until today, Huo Minzheng has not received any reply.

In the evening, she returned to Huo Mansion and met him. In the deserted corridor, she lowered her head and tried to bypass him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the tea room...

From the look of him, he was annoyed by her.

During the dinner, the dishes were served one after another, and Fu Yan was pulled back from his thoughts.

The servant brought up a fish. The seafood tonight was all flown back from abroad. The fish was steamed and poured with hot oil. The fish meat was flipped up and the fragrance was fragrant.

Fu Yan endured the discomfort and just wanted to avoid the smell, but he didn't have time to say: "Ugh..."