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

The heater was turned on in the lounge, and Fu Yan was sitting on the spacious black sofa, his palms covered in cold sweat.

Cao Fang ordered food for her, but she had no appetite and looked at the clock on the wall opposite from time to time. She waited for nearly two hours.

Before she left the police station, Song Qingshuang's desperate and helpless eyes pierced her brain.

This is the second time.

Although I don't deny that if the mother hadn't been greedy for money and face, such a thing would not have happened, but both times, including the time when Shen Wei's mother and daughter hurt their mother, she was involved.

She didn't know if she was too tired from running back and forth all afternoon. She waited too long, leaned on the sofa, and fell asleep at some point.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled her and she woke up.

She opened her tired eyes, and Huo Minzheng frowned imperceptibly.

Fu Yan subconsciously glanced at the time, it was almost half past nine.

She actually fell asleep for more than half an hour without realizing it.

Huo Minzheng closed the door with his backhand and glanced at the untouched food on the table. He looked coldly and said in a sarcastic tone, "Why, after eating Fu's food, do you not look down on the food from outside?"

In fact, Fu Yan didn't have much of an appetite when she went to Fu's house for dinner. It was just that Grandpa Fu couldn't resist his hospitality, so she ate a little of everything. After a phone call, she went to the police station and ran back and forth. The food was digested, but now she has no appetite at all. .

She clenched her fingers, feeling embarrassed at his ridicule.

Also, how did he know that she went to Fu's house for dinner?

She raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes, and her heart beat fast.

She subconsciously looked away, not falling into the whirlpool under his eyes, and pursed her red lips, "I have no appetite, I can't eat."

Huo Minzheng stood opposite her, took out his cigarette case, heard her sniffing softly, smoked a cigarette, held it in his hand, and said leisurely: "What do you want from me?"

Fu Yan clenched his hands until his palms ached, and said hoarsely: "Something happened to my mother."

The man squinted.

Fu Yan told the story roughly. She looked at Huo Mingzheng's face the whole time. The man's mood did not change at all, as if he was listening to something insignificant.

That's right, this matter is irrelevant to him.

Because they, mother and daughter, are insignificant people to him, he said it himself, and she is self-aware.

It's just that this matter had to be brought to him.

Huo Minzheng broke the cigarette in his hand. The tobacco fell out from the broken mouth and scattered on the ground. He said with unclear meaning: "So you came to discuss business with me on behalf of the other party?"

Fu Yan bit the tender flesh on the inside of his lower lip, almost bleeding, "Yeah."

Huo Minzheng seemed to smile, but he didn't seem to. His voice was extremely cold, "You have even stepped through the threshold of the Fu family. If you want to speak, can Fu Hanlin not agree? Why don't you speak to him!"

Fu Yan's face paled for a moment, "The other party only wants to discuss business with you."

"So you came to me," the man's voice was low, revealing an inexplicable indifference, "while hanging on to Fu Hanlin, you met with me in private. Do you know what it means? Does Fu Hanlin know?"

Every word he said was like a knife piercing Fu Yan's flesh and blood. She knew she was asking for it. Huo Minzheng had clearly told her to stay away from Fu Hanlin before.

"Me and him," she said with difficulty, "it doesn't matter. Grandpa Fu also knows that. I have no intention of continuing to cheat."

Huo Mingzheng sneered as he thought of the possessiveness revealed deep in Fu Hanlin's eyes that day in the hospital emergency room.

She was the only one in the world who thought Fu Hanlin was so easy to talk to.

He can act with her and be her 'boyfriend', or he can accompany her to the hospital late at night. Is she really as free as Fu Hanlin?

"Even so, why should I promise you?" The man's tone was indifferent, showing no mercy to her.

She only felt that her dignity had been completely cut open, and her voice was harsh, "You once said you would compensate me, but I have never asked for a cent from you."

Seconds of time are like years.

She was extremely embarrassed, her heart was trembling uncontrollably, and her face turned red and white, "Just take it as compensation for me. From now on, I won't ask for anything from you, just this once."

Huo Mingzheng's eyes were as dark as thick fog, and the broken cigarette was thrown into the ashtray.

The ashtray was right in front of Fu Yan, and a not-so-strong smell of tobacco hit her face. The man held her arm and pulled her over.

Fu Yan stumbled and bumped into a strong chest.

When she raised her eyes, the man's eyes were very close at hand, as cold and silent as the dark night before dawn, full of danger and confusion.

Madness swept over her.

He squeezed her wrist tightly and pulled her forward. The two bodies were so close to each other that even through their clothes, he could feel the other's concave and convex outlines and muscle barriers.

Fu Yan subconsciously broke away, but the man's hand controlled her unable to move, and their foreheads were almost touching.

He said word by word, "You want to get both money and money, right?"

The hot breath was ironing her face, but she didn't blush. She just felt the blood on her face flowing back to her heart, and she couldn't stop shivering from the pain.

She gritted her teeth, suppressed her heartache, pretended to be calm, and smiled nonchalantly, "So, Mr. Huo, can you help me?"

Huo Minzheng stared at her eyes and smiled suddenly for a moment. The smile did not reach his eyes, and it was cold and resentful. He said with unclear meaning: "Let's talk about it after tonight."

Fu Yan was pulled into the car by him. She didn't know where the car was going.

The hand around her waist moved up little by little, unbuttoned her coat, and slipped through the hem of the cashmere sweater. The calluses on her fingertips rubbed against her skin. She shuddered, and subconsciously grabbed the man and opened her underwear. Fate's hand!

she gasped.

"If you don't want to, get off at any time." The man's kiss stopped on her earlobe, and his voice was full of lust and indifference.

He has always been like this, able to separate desire from reality in just a moment, without mercy.

——Ms. Fu might as well think about it again, but time waits for no one. Once a lawsuit is filed, it will not be so easy to calm down.

Lu Jingguo's words still rang in her ears. He was not afraid of offending the powerful and would fight to the end. She could not let him destroy her mother. Fu Yan closed his eyes and loosened his fingers little by little.

Huo Minzheng lowered his eyes to look at her wet eyes, his eyes were dark, he raised her chin and kissed her lips without any explanation.

The black extended Bentley drove smoothly towards the overpass. The moment the light of the streetlight shone into the car, the man pressed the woman against the couch in the car.

"It hurts..." Fu Yan took a breath.

She didn't know where it hurt, but the next second Huo Minzheng kissed her lips, blocking her voice, and then completely filled her.

She was trembling all over, and there was a layer of hot and cold sweat on her back.