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

Fu Yan went to the drawer and pulled out a tie. When she got it in her hand, she recognized it was the one she bought.

Just as she was about to change it, Huo Minzheng held her hand and looked at it a few times, "I think this one is good, let's give it a try."

"This is cheap and not worthy of you." Fu Yan pulled out his hand to put the tie back.

Huo Minzheng tightened his grip. He couldn't tell whether it was a joke or something else. "Don't they say on the Internet that I'm expensive even when I wear a sack? It's my ability to wear a cheap tie to show nobility."

Fu Yan wanted to say that he was shameless, but in fact it was true. Huo Mingzheng was born with clothes that never complemented him.

But she just didn't want to use this tie, but Huo Minzheng made it clear that she wanted to use it.

After a stalemate, Fu Yan thought that long-term pain would be better than short-term pain. Huo Minzheng stabbed her several times, and she should have been numb long ago. Let him notice what would embarrass her.

This time Huo Minzheng cooperated and did not embarrass her.

Fu Yan tied a tie skillfully, not wanting to get involved with him anymore, and said without looking at it: "This is indeed a good one, let's leave it at that."

Huo Minzheng snorted: "Your ability to tell lies is getting better and better. This tie doesn't look good, so tie it again."

He pulled off the tie and threw it to her.

Fu Yan gritted his teeth and fought again, but Huo Minzheng was still not satisfied.

"Which style does Mr. Huo like?" Fu Yan couldn't bear it.

"You call me second brother now, and then you call me Mr. Huo. I have so many identities?" He took off his tie and his face darkened.

"Huo Mingzheng, what do you want to do?"

Huo Mingzheng looked at Fu Yan, who looked like a fried cat, and smiled, "Finally can't help it anymore?"

The tie was thrust back into her hand.

"Tie it well until I'm satisfied."

Fu Yan clenched his tie. He couldn't stand Huo Minzheng being so difficult to deal with. He took a deep breath and said, "Does Shen Wei know you are so good at flirting?"

Huo Ming straightened his shirt collar and said matter-of-factly: "Well, I can try it with her next time."

Fu Yan had no need to talk to him so much and stabbed herself in the heart. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she put down her tie and turned around to leave.

But Huo Minzheng grabbed his wrist and said, "I'm so restless and restless. Then write me a couplet, something like a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Fu Yan wanted to say that he was crazy.

Huo Minzheng leaned forward, came close to her ear, and said in a low voice: "The calligraphy is good, when did you learn it?"

He saw the words she wrote in the study, Fu Yan clenched his fingers, he must have recognized it.

"Copying my handwriting secretly?" His voice was even lower.

Fu Yan's scalp was numb, and he said after a while: "I used to be interested in learning calligraphy, but your calligraphy happens to be barely legible."

A low laugh came from his throat: "Can you barely see?"

He seemed to have made up his mind: "Since I admire you so much, will I write you a couplet when you get married?"

She got married...

Fu Yan had never thought about marrying someone else. She shook her head and said nothing.

Huo Minzheng lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Yan, who was close at hand. After all, she was still young, so she lied to her face. Her cheeks were slightly red, ashamed and angry, and her eye circles were red, as if she was about to cry.

But he knew that she would not cry, and her temper was so stubborn that even ten cows could not hold it back.

The man's warm breath was approaching. Fu Yan was so familiar with Huo Minzheng's reaction that he was moved.

He may have been planning this scene as early as when she was tying his tie.

She quickly raised her elbow to push against his chest, but he easily grabbed her hand, pressed it against the mirror in front of her, tied it with the tie she bought, and pressed on her from behind.

"Huo Mingzheng...well..."

The man grabbed her chin and covered her with fierce kisses.

Fu Yan couldn't make a move, and he easily broke through the force he exerted on his feet. He stretched out his long legs and pressed against the hollows of her knees, restraining her condescendingly.

Pulling away a little, his voice was hoarse and low, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Yan, don't say you don't feel it."

"Huo Mingzheng, you bastard! Go find your Shen Wei!"

Her face was filled with the blush of embarrassment, which was as breathtaking as her name, rouge.

She has always been aggressively beautiful, making people fall for her every inch.

Huo Mingzheng lifted her chin and kissed her again. Fu Yan's tongue was numbed by him, but he still remained rational.

Knowing he was getting engaged, they shouldn't be doing this.

Bite it without hesitation!

Huo Minzheng grunted in pain, and Fu Yan took the opportunity to push him away and stumbled away a few steps.

The tie was not tied very tightly, so she struggled a few times to free her hands.

Her eyes were scarlet, her suppressed emotions burst out, and she said angrily: "How are you any different from others if you do this!"

other people?

Huo Minzheng wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and there was blood. She resisted and bit him with all her strength!

"Are you comparing me to that piece of shit?"

The shadows of that night swept over me one after another. Fu Yan stubbornly refused to let his tears fall and couldn't stop trembling, "You are all the same!"

Huo Mingzheng's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his gaze fell on the side of Fu Yan's neck.

With her struggle, her hair was thrown to the other side, and her fair and slender neck became clearer. In addition to the wounds covered with gauze, there were also the hickeys hidden in her hair.

The man's eyes darkened.

Fu Yan's skin is delicate, and it is easy to leave marks during love. She is very delicate, and it often takes several days to disappear.

He hadn't touched her for a while, and this hickey could only be left by Chen Rang that night.

"Where else did he touch you that night?"

Fu Yan's face was bloodless. He tremblingly found the silk scarf and hurriedly covered the mark.

Chen Rang failed in the end that night, but his lips kissed his neck. She washed it with a brush countless times afterwards, but she couldn't wash away the kiss mark.

Tears fell to the ground, and she ran out of the master bedroom in a hurry.

He ran out of the main building and ran on the lawn regardless of the injuries on his feet.

The manor was very large, and the lawn was still a long way from the gate. Fu Yan's slender figure was swaying like a small boat on the sea in the dark night.

A beam of light shone from behind and the car window was lowered. Cao Fang did not dare to look at Fu Yan's face.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo asked me to take you home."

There was no taxi nearby, so Fu Yan didn't refuse this time.

After getting in the car, Cao Fang handed her a bag without looking back.

"Miss Fu, please take care of the wound on your leg first."

The car drove out of the manor, its red taillights disappearing into the turning boulevard.

Huo Minzheng stood in front of the window, lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The night wind passed through the window, and the man's eyes were filled with frost. "You are a doctor. Is there any medicine that can make life worse than death?"

The man on the other end of the phone said something.

"I want his life." He pressed the cigarette butt against the window sill and made a black mark.

Turn around and walk back, stopping in front of the full-length mirror.

He bent down to pick up the tie on the ground, and something flashed through his cold eyes.

……

Late at night, Fu Yan's cell phone rang. It was Ji Lin calling.

"Yan'er, Chen Rang is dead."