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

She didn't know if it was Fu Yan's imagination, but she seemed to see something similar to anger on Huo Minzheng's face, but in an instant, there was only indifference on his face.

As if it was just her illusion.

"Your book?" Huo Minzheng's eyes were dark.

Fu Yan picked up the bookmark, "I made this. I just read it. The annotations on this book are also my handwriting. Why is it here with you?"

The man's hand holding the pen paused without trace.

He looked away and signed the document, "The book was moved from my study in the old house. Did you leave it in my study?"

Fu Yan thought about it, and it probably happened when she was in high school. Seven or eight years later, some of her memories were blurred, but she remembered that she had indeed been to Huo Mingzheng's study.

More than once.

Song Qingshuang often disturbed her study. He either asked her whether the newly bought clothes and jewelry looked good, or kept making phone calls and inviting people to play mahjong in Bieyuan.

Uncle Huo had passed away for a year at that time. She was not welcomed in the Huo family and could not find a quiet place to study.

She remembers that it was the first semester of her second year of high school, and by that time it was completely winter in Nancheng.

She was doing homework alone in the pavilion, holding a warm baby in her arms. She did her homework for a while and held the warm baby for a while, but it was only a drop in the bucket, because it was the coldest time when the ice and snow melted that day.

In order not to be disturbed by others, she specially found a remote place where the surroundings were quiet.

The sound of the soles of her shoes crushing the snow was clear. She subconsciously looked up and saw Huo Minzheng brushing off the snow that had fallen from the branches on his shoulders in the vast white snow.

The man looked over casually. Behind him was the white snow, his crow-green coat, and his eyebrows like ink.

Her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

Ji Lin's analysis was right. She liked Huo Mingzheng, and her heart fluttered every time they met. She didn't know if she was hiding it well enough, so she just lowered her head every time she saw him.

"Why aren't you in the house in the cold weather?" He walked into the pavilion and asked casually.

He took off his gloves and shook them on the pillar a few times. The snow water spread on the ground and the water stains spread.

She breathed to cover up her panic, and filled in the multiple-choice questions with a pen, "It's...quiet here."

The man seemed to laugh. He stood two meters away from her, lowered his head and held a flame with one hand, lighting a cigarette. She glanced at him secretly, and her heart beat faster.

She was sixteen years old that year and Huo Mingzheng was twenty-one.

He temporarily left the military school to study finance. In just one and a half years, he returned from studying abroad and was already involved in the family business.

He is a man who is maturing day by day.

It seemed that he was just passing by and came in to take a look at her and smoke a cigarette. Fu Yan looked down at the test paper and couldn't read a single word.

"Your mother asked people to play mahjong at Bieyuan again today?"

Fu Yan didn't know where he heard it from, so she nodded.

"If you feel noisy in the future, you can go to my study to study."

She froze, sniffed, the tip of her nose was red from the cold, and looked at him with wet eyes after sneezing, a little timid but hiding her eagerness to try.

The man said nothing and threw a key to her.

"The key to my study, no one will stop you."

She held the key he gave her and went to the study. As expected, no one stopped her.

Because Huo Mingzheng's study was usually tidied up by Cao Fang and Cao Yuan themselves, and servants were not allowed to approach her, so naturally no one paid attention to her.

And she didn't know that Huo Mingzheng's study was so warm.

Fu Yan came back from his memories.

"Love in the Time of Cholera" was probably thrown into his study at that time.

She clutched the bookmark tightly. Thinking of that girlish feeling after so many years, it felt like a dream. She lowered her head and said, "That should be it."

After that, the study fell into silence for a long time, with only the sound of the brush falling on the paper and the turning of pages.

Huo Minzheng coughed twice.

Fu Yan's heart clenched and she looked up. He put one hand into a fist and put it to his lips. He coughed twice. She quickly stood up and closed the window diagonally opposite.

"Do you care about me because you want to leave early?" Huo Minzheng's voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Yan returned to the sofa and picked up the book. Is there any conflict between the two things?

Caring about him and wanting to leave here as soon as possible are what she wants to do.

But there is no need to say these words.

"I want to please you." She wasn't lying.

Huo Minzheng chuckled.

The clock downstairs rang twice, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

After Huo Mingzheng signed all the documents and made comments, he picked up the teacup and realized that the tea had already gone cold.

He would not touch the water that was usually very cold.

He picked up the cup, took a sip, put it back, turned his head and glanced at the sofa, only to realize that Fu Yan had fallen asleep at some point.

She was lying sideways on the sofa. Judging from her posture, she should be leaning on the sofa and reading a book. She dozed off and fell asleep. The book fell on her waist and got stuck in her coat.

After a few seconds, the man stood up and walked to her, looking down at her sleeping face. He was silent for a while, then picked her up and hugged her.

Walking to the corridor, the person in his arms moved. He looked down. It was just a normal reaction after falling asleep and he did not wake up.

He raised one foot and gently kicked open the door of the master bedroom, and carried Fu Yan into the bedroom. Just as he was about to put her on the bed, he looked down at the person in his arms who was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

When he went downstairs to eat, he found that she was wearing yesterday's clothes, and there should be some in the wardrobe.

Although he loves to be clean, he feels uncomfortable wearing yesterday's clothes and refuses to touch his things.

Huo Minzheng sneered, put the person next to the bed, turned around and went to the cloakroom, and opened the wardrobe that had been opened for her to put clothes.

Fu Yan had previously ordered his servants to prepare clothes, and he didn't know what he had bought.

He took out a set of clothes from the cabinet and casually scanned the sizes marked on them.

Not Fu Yan's size.

The face hidden in the shadow of the cabinet door was dim and unclear.

No other woman has ever come to his manor, except...

Huo Mingzheng pursed his thin lips, walked out of the cloakroom, took out his mobile phone, and made a call. "Prepare a complete set of clothes that Fu Yan wears."

Half an hour later, Huo Mingzheng changed out of his home clothes and came downstairs. Even though there was not much expression on his face, people who had been around him for a long time could feel the changes in his aura.

Cao Fang and Cao Yuan hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Huo, are you going out?"

Huo Mingzheng hummed and said while putting on his coat: "Cao Fang stays here. When Fu Yan wakes up, ask Qin Heng to check her again and then send her back to her old house. She lives outside alone, and there is no one there even if she faints." Discover."

Cao Fang had already taken a step and immediately stopped, "Yes."