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

Fu Yan noticed his gaze and quietly moved back a little. Unexpectedly, Huo Minzheng spoke again: "Just answer the question and don't move."

"Is the fruit porridge fooling me or coaxing me?"

He leaned closer, and his breath as he spoke seemed to brush against the fine hairs on her face, making her feel hot and itchy.

Fu Yan pursed his lips and felt nervous for no reason, "Your body needs energy to recover. I want you to eat more. I'm not a good cook and I can barely make fruit porridge."

Huo Mingzheng has learned her cooking skills.

When the two of them were still in a relationship, she made him a meal on a whim during the festival. Not only did the kitchen look like a post-war scene, but the food was even more unpalatable, and she had to ask a hotel to deliver it.

The house she rented was equipped with a kitchen, which she basically used to cook instant noodles and snail noodles.

Once when he came back from a business trip, he knew she was at home, so he went straight there. As a result, he opened the door and smelled an indescribable smell. He thought the sewer in her bathroom was blocked and the water was flowing back.

As a result, I looked up and saw her sitting on the carpet in the living room, watching TV, holding a pot of powder and powdering it.

That was also the only time when he came back from a business trip and saw her unable to kiss her.

Huo Mingzheng changed another cotton swab to dip it in the ointment, and his deep voice had a deep meaning, "Are you afraid that my body will recover slowly?"

Fu Yan didn't know how to respond to these words. Mainly he didn't know if she might have misunderstood him, and he wasn't sure whether his words were innocent or not.

She answered vaguely: "You are the backbone of the Huo family. If you fall, everyone is worried."

"What about you? What's your private answer? There's no need to be so official." Huo Minzheng complained about her.

He really didn't discriminate when he was teasing people, and Fu Yan was not a very thin-skinned person. Even so, he blushed when he said, "You are my savior, of course I hope you get better soon. "

Huo Minzheng glanced at her and said, "It's really disrespectful of you not to go to the public relations department."

This mouth, high-sounding, does one thing after another.

Speaking of this, Fu Yan remembered something. She had thought about asking him before, but felt it was unnecessary, but now she suddenly wanted to ask him.

"I went to your company's public relations department for an interview, but your company didn't want me. Lu Jingmao, the one who set up my mother, said it was you who didn't let me go to Huo's."

She thought Huo Minzheng would deny it, or say that he didn't remember it. After all, it was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

Unexpectedly, he hummed and admitted generously, "It was my instruction."

He obviously knew this answer a long time ago, but when he admitted it himself, Fu Yan couldn't help but feel sad, "Why?"

"I don't want to see you in the company."

I thought about countless possibilities: she was not suitable for Huo's, or Huo's suddenly stopped accepting interns that year, or maybe Huo Jingshu didn't want to see her and begged him to speak.

She never expected that this would be the answer.

The delicate and rosy little face shows a bad complexion to the naked eye.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Oh."

Huo Minzheng frowned and raised her face with a cotton swab. "I always distinguish between public and private affairs and do not protect anyone. Even if Huo Jingshu is in the company, I will still scold her."

Fu Yan couldn't turn around and looked at him blankly, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't it very smart? Think about it for yourself." Huo Mingzheng poked the apple of her flesh with the end of a cotton swab.

Huo Minzheng is known for being very thoughtful. His thoughts were the most difficult to guess, which happened two or three years ago. Fu Yan couldn't guess his state of mind at that time.

There was only one corner of his mouth that had not been smeared with ointment. Huo Mingzheng changed a cotton swab, lowered his head and squeezed out the ointment, and asked, "Who has cooked fruit porridge for me?"

The topic changed so quickly that Fu Yan had to suspect that this question had been hidden in his heart for a long time, but Huo Minzheng was not such a boring person, so this was just a casual question.

It's not something that's hard to talk about.

She said: "Brother."

Huo Mingzheng's hand holding the cotton swab paused, his eyes darkening. Just when he was about to speak, Fu Yan said again: "Ji Lin."

The man frowned.

Fu Yan added, "My mother."

The fingers holding the cotton swab tightened.

"And Xiaoxia."

Huo Minzheng pursed his lips into a straight line.

Huo Yuanshi, Ji Lin, Song Qingshuang, Xiaoxia... Huo Mingzheng.

He suddenly took out the ointment from his right hand, stuffed it into Fu Yan's hand along with the cotton swab, and said coldly: "Apply it yourself."

Fu Yan looked at his back walking towards the bathroom with a puzzled expression.

But just apply it yourself, it’s faster.

Half of her face was just that big, so Huo Minzheng spent a long time wiping it on, and he didn't know what kind of beauty treatment was done for her face.

After applying the medicine, she left.

When Huo Minzheng came out after washing his hands, he saw her with her back turned to him, packing up the ointments and cotton swabs on the coffee table, as well as the documents scattered around, neatly stacked together.

"No need to clean it up, we'll have to look at it later."

Fu Yan paused and put the document back.

She subconsciously looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. He was still reading documents at such a late hour. Wasn't he going to sleep?

But that's how Huo Mingzheng is, his work is endless.

In her impression, the only time Huo Mingzheng fell ill and had a fever was six months after he took over the family business. He worked day and night, his body was exhausted, and the pathogens entered his body. The illness came like a mountain, and it took him half a month to recover.

"Go and wash your hands." The man came over and ordered, "Then go to the bedside table on the right and get my private seal."

The company had important documents that required the president's signature. Huo Minzheng injured his right shoulder and could not move his right hand freely. He was not used to using his left hand, so he used his private seal to sign the document.

Fu Yan washed his hands and came out, opened the bedside table and saw an ebony box.

She thought it was his private seal, but when she opened it, she found it was an emerald hairpin. She didn't know what kind of water it was. She touched it accidentally with her index finger, and felt a slight chill, which was very similar to the emerald hairpin on Huo Mingzheng's left hand. The feeling that finger pull gives people.

If her guess is correct, it should be the same kind of water, a rare treasure rarely seen in the world.

It's a pair of thumbs with him, a man's power and position, a woman's tenderness.

You don't need to think about it to know that it is for Li Qin.

The bedside lamp shone on her expressionless face, and then she closed the box quietly.

Inside the drawer, I saw Huo Mingzheng's private seal box and a small-leaf red sandalwood box.

Fu Yan walked up to him with Huo Minzheng's private seal and handed it to him.

Huo Mingzheng's eyes moved from her hands to her face, his eyes were deep and somewhat probing.

"It's getting late, I have to go back." Fu Yan put the seal on the table.

Huo Mingzheng looked back, browsing the documents with his left hand, and said calmly: "I saved you, I don't expect you to be more fragrant, just give me a start, help me flip through the documents and stamp them, this is just a request. Share it?"