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

Huo Mingzheng's hospital floor was on the twelfth floor. The ambulance drove out quickly from the side door, and the whistling flute disturbed the dreamer.

Fu Yan struggled to wake up from his sleep, sat up from the bed suddenly, and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was already eight o'clock!

I go to work at [-]:[-] and go to Xincheng from Union Hospital. I will definitely be late.

She clearly set the alarm clock before going to bed last night, but she didn't hear the alarm ring at all. She didn't have to think about it to know who turned it off.

She glared angrily at the initiator. He was sitting on the sofa refreshed and reading a tablet. His posture was elegant and noble. He had obviously been up for a while.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looking for slippers.

After sleeping, her hair was a little messy, and a few dull hairs stood up. Huo Minzheng walked over and involuntarily stretched out his hand to rub it, "Why are you panicking?"

Fu Yan put away his hand, looking impatient and coquettish, "Why don't you wake me up?"

Huo Mingzheng was funny, "You can't wake me up, so you blame me for staying in bed?"

Fu Yan didn't believe his lies. She wasn't a particularly deep sleeper. If he really called her, she wouldn't have heard him. But it was undeniable that last night was the best sleep she had in a while.

"Salary deduction for being late? How much? I'll replenish it for you." Huo Minzheng took her arm and stroked down the few hairs on her head.

"I don't want your money." Fu Yan picked up the paper bag from the sofa. It was the clothes Huo Minzheng had prepared for her. She went into the bathroom to change into it and washed up in a hurry.

Huo Minzheng watched her open the door and come out leisurely, without even looking at him. He frowned and reached out to stop her.

His tone was mostly teasing rather than teasing, "As for working so hard for Fu Hanlin?"

"Your employees work hard for you, aren't you happy?" Fu Yan asked him.

"Is this the same?"

Fu Yan wanted to say why it was different, but when he met his gaze, he swallowed his words again for some reason, and said vaguely: "I'm going to work, please take care of yourself."

Huo Minzheng took her arm and pushed her down in front of the dining table, "Eat breakfast before we go."

"It's too late." Fu Yan was about to stand up, but he pushed him back again.

Huo Minzheng said in a tone that did not allow for comment, "It is already too late. Fu Hanlin's company will not affect its income even if you are gone for half an hour. After dinner, Cao Fang will send you to the company, otherwise you will not be able to get out of this door."

Fu Yan dared not speak out in anger, so he had to finish the bowl of shredded chicken and vegetable porridge in front of him.

I can't help but sigh that Huo Mingzheng really has double standards. Huo's rules and regulations are the benchmark in the industry. There is a clear set of penalties for being late, absent from work, and leaving early. People in the industry jokingly say that Huo's employees are not going to work, but serving as soldiers.

She picked up her bag and was about to leave. Huo Minzheng pulled her into his arms, took out a piece of paper and wiped the porridge water splashed from the corner of her mouth with gentle and meticulous movements.

Fu Yan froze on the spot.

"Are you coming tonight?" The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Fu Yan's heartbeat suddenly tightened, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

She knew better than anyone that last night felt more like it had been stolen from her.

So unreal.

After Huo Minzheng wiped the corners of her mouth, he balled up the tissue and held it in his hand. "The fruit porridge tastes good."

Thinking of Cao Fang saying that he hadn't eaten much in the past few days, Fu Yan felt sour and nodded, "I'll come over and cook it for you."

Fu Yan went downstairs and got into the car driven by Cao Fang.

It's not Huo Mingzheng's exclusive car, it's the car that usually accompanies his bodyguards.

Not spectacular.

The car drove into the new underground garage.

Before getting out of the car, Fu Yan unzipped her bag and put her phone in. The phone clanged as if it hit something. Fu Yan opened it and saw that there was an extra box in her bag.

A carved ebony box.

An idea flashed through her mind. She looked at the box without blinking. After hesitating for two seconds, she opened the lid and found an emerald hairpin in the ebony box.

Her hand holding the box shook involuntarily.

……

In the ward.

Huo Minzheng was drinking vegetarian porridge slowly. Cao Yuan knocked on the door and came in, whispering: "Mr. Huo, the old man is here."

"Yeah." He continued to drink porridge without raising his eyes.

A window on the side opened, letting in cold wind and sunlight at the same time, blowing away the white mist in the bowl.

Mrs. Huo walked in on crutches, accompanied by a life assistant, and took a look, "Have you just eaten?"

He knew Huo Minzheng's schedule. Even if he was sick or injured, he would get up on time. It was already half past eight.

Huo Minzheng put down the bowl, "I slept deeply and woke up late."

Mr. Huo was quite surprised, "You haven't slept so deeply in many years."

Huo Mingzheng was noncommittal.

It's not that he hasn't slept so deeply in many years, but he has slept very well on nights when Fu Yan was around in the past two years. I don't know if it's because sex helps him sleep or because of Fu Yan herself.

Mr. Huo walked over, took a look at his grandson's face that had lost weight, and sat down on the sofa. The life assistant stepped forward and took the crutches and stood aside.

"When are you going to go back to your old home to recuperate?"

Huo Minzheng said nonchalantly: "I have no plans to go back to my old house. You and my mother can see me ten times a day, which affects my rest."

Mr. Huo looked around. Even the VIP ward of the hospital was too simple for him. "The conditions here are not good. There are so many people waiting for you when you go home."

"I have someone to take care of me here, so don't worry. You don't have to run around and work hard every day. If you get sick, I will be a sinner." Huo Minzheng curled his lips.

When Huo Mingzheng and Huo Yuan were young, they were raised by Mr. Huo's side. Among the children of their generation, they were the two best.

When it comes to their talents, Mr. Huo prefers Huo Mingzheng to be his heir. However, he is too rebellious and refuses to be disciplined. He chose the military academy without hesitation in his college entrance examination, for which he became very angry.

But everything is expected.

He understood Huo Minzheng, but he didn't fully understand him. The longer time passed, the more he seemed like a mystery.

But he could still hear Huo Mingzheng's yin and yang.

"Who made you unhappy?"

Huo Mingzheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and played with it in his hand. Mr. Huo's lungs were not very good and he couldn't smell the smoke, so he didn't light it.

He gently raised his eyelids, and with that glance, the sunlight shining through the window froze, "Have you beaten Yan?"

Mr. Huo narrowed his eyes, glanced at Cao Yuan, and said solemnly: "Who is talking nonsense in front of you?"

"Don't interrupt." Huo Minzheng sneered.

"Yes," Mr. Huo took the tea made by his life assistant, took a sip and spat out the foam, "I hit her."

"reason."

Mr. Huo glanced at his open hospital gown and the bandage on his shoulder with a meaningful look in his eyes, "What do you think?"

Huo Minzheng cut off his cigarette and said, "If grandpa vents his anger for me, there is no need. I blocked the knife myself and I didn't even hit her. Who is qualified to hit her for me?"