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

With a snap, the lights in the ward came on.

The first thing Fu Yan saw was the man's neck, his cold Adam's apple, the bulging blood and meridians under his skin, and his raging hormonal breath and restrained anger in his nose.

At another glance, it was his unbuttoned hospital gown, with bandages wrapped around his shoulders, and there was a faint trace of blood.

Her heart was squeezed inch by inch, her breathing hurt, and a strong soreness rushed out of her eyes. Her hands were tightly grasped by the man, as if he wanted to crush her bones before he would give up.

"Do you care, Fu Yan?"

He pressed her again.

Her eyes were hot, and she looked away, her eyes misty.

He stood in front of her silently, but his overwhelming anger seemed to annihilate her.

Fu Yan exhaled quietly, and the soreness in his throat eased slightly, "You have a lot of people taking care of you here, so it's unnecessary for me to come."

What a lame excuse!

Huo Mingzheng almost laughed angrily. He walked to the bedside, took out the cigarette case from the drawer, bit out one and lit it.

The lingering smoke blurred his eyes, and like cigarette butts, there was flickering light.

"There are more people accompanying Fu Hanlin to dinner, why aren't you redundant?"

Fu Yan frowned, with mixed emotions, "You sent someone to monitor me?"

Huo Minzheng bit his cigarette holder and sneered, "Am I free?"

She knew that Huo Mingzheng was very taboo about her having contact with Fu Hanlin in private. In fact, there was no need to explain, but her mouth was faster than her brain.

"Grandpa Fu came to the company to see me. I was going to have dinner with him."

This is also true.

The man exhaled a cloud of smoke, and his stern profile tightened, then slowly relaxed, "So Fu Hanlin is just a foil."

Fu Yan didn't know how to answer this, so he simply remained silent.

Huo Minzheng suddenly put out his cigarette and reached out to her, "Come here."

Fu Yan walked up to him.

The man's warm fingers touched the side of her face. As soon as she ducked, his hand directly clasped her chin, saying forcefully and domineeringly, "What's wrong with your face?"

She was startled.

She put on foundation and concealer. She checked it several times in the mirror. No one asked about her face at the company today. She thought she couldn't tell at all.

But she was only in front of Huo Minzheng for a few minutes.

"It's nothing, maybe a little edema." Her heart was beating wildly like there were rabbits in it, but her tone was strong and pretended to be calm.

"I haven't said anything yet, how do you know I'm not asking you why your face is dirty?" Huo Minzheng's tone darkened.

She was so anxious to find a reason because she wanted to hide something.

Fu Yan's heart trembled, she felt guilty and fell into his trap.

Huo Minzheng's hand that held her chin slowly released, and his palm covered the side of her face. His expression became reserved, "Is this why you don't come to see me?"

He said something that struck a chord with his soul, "Grandpa hit you?"

"Do not……"

"You'd better think clearly before answering." Huo Minzheng's voice turned completely cold.

Fu Yan bit her lower lip, neither nodding nor shaking her head. Time passed by, and Huo Minzheng's fingers rubbed her cheek again and again, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Huo Mingzheng felt like a fire was building up in his chest. He wanted to call him Cao Fang, but suddenly he changed his name to Cao Yuan.

"Mr. Huo."

"Go buy some ointment to reduce swelling and something to remove makeup."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Cao Yuan nodded, but he was stunned for the second half.

He is a straight man who doesn't wear makeup and has never had a girlfriend. He doesn't know where to buy something like that.

He bit the bullet and asked, "Where can I buy it?"

Huo Mingzheng brushed Fu Yan's cheek with his thumb, "One of the people your brother is bringing is named Yu David. His girlfriend owns a cosmetics store. He is outside. You ask him to go with you."

"Yes."

The VIP ward has its own kitchen. Cao Fang came out of the kitchen. He took off his suit and wore only a white shirt and a dark blue apron. "Mr. Huo, the meal is ready."

Before he went to pick up Fu Yan, he had already prepared the rice and side dishes. The soup and casserole were also stewed on the stove. He only had to stir-fry a few vegetables when he came back.

Huo Minzheng grabbed Fu Yan's hand and wrapped it, "Eat first."

Fu Yan knew that Cao Fang knew how to cook, so she never doubted that Huo Minzheng said that the noodles he ate before were cooked by Cao Fang.

She had asked curiously before, and Cao Fang said that his and Cao Yuan's parents died when they were young, and their neighbors and relatives despised them. The two brothers depended on each other. He was the elder brother, so he naturally had to take care of his younger brother. Cooking was a must. Skill.

As for his cooking skills approaching the level of professional chefs, that's his talent.

Fu Yan sat opposite Huo Minzheng. He was usually right-handed, but with a knife wound on his shoulder, he couldn't make any movements at all.

He couldn't use his left hand very well, so Cao Fang prepared a fork and spoon for him. Before retreating, he asked Fu Yan for help: "Please Miss Fu, please help Mr. Huo more."

Fu Yan had delicious food in front of him, while Huo Minzheng could only eat light food. There was vegetarian porridge and some side dishes in front of him.

Even if you have trouble using your left hand, you can still drink porridge with a spoon.

There was really nothing she could do to help, but she nodded anyway.

"You know how to be perfunctory." After a while, Huo Minzheng suddenly said something without any end.

Fu Yan lowered his head to eat and looked up.

Cao Fang is already considered a careful and considerate man, but he is not that thoughtful after all. The side dishes prepared for Huo Mingzheng are placed on the plate. You must know that if the spoon moves forward, the dishes on the plate will not reach the end, so they will also move forward.

For Huo Mingzheng who is not dominant with his left hand, he should put the side dishes in a small bowl.

Huo Mingzheng's patience probably reached its limit, so he put down the spoon, picked up the plate and poured side dishes into the porridge, but accidentally poured too much and spilled it.

Seeing that he was about to lose his temper, Fu Yan stood up.

"I'll help you."

She swept the spilled side dishes into the trash can with paper towels, then filled a bowl of porridge for him and helped him put the side dishes into his bowl.

"Tell me what else you want to eat." She sat back again.

Huo Minzheng glanced at her with lowered eyebrows while eating.

The color of her eyeshadow today is very beautiful, which makes her eyes particularly lively and gentle when she is silent.

He tightened the spoon in his hand and cleared his throat, "This."

He pointed to another dish.

It's minced meat and pickled beans.

She took some with chopsticks and put it in his bowl. He thought the beans were too sour and wanted to eat minced meat.

The young master who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth is so difficult to take care of.

Fu Yan would not lose his temper with him and was extremely patient when taking care of him.

She took the spoon directly from his hand, scooped a spoonful of sour beans and minced meat and placed it on another empty butterfly. She held the chopsticks and carefully picked out the beans, and then put the remaining minced meat into his bowl. .

"Okay, you can eat." She looked into his eyes and was very patient.

Huo Minzheng's hand on the table suddenly clenched tightly.

The image in his mind was from several years ago, when Fu Yan took care of Huo Yuan like this.

Even more patient.