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

"Xiaoqin, what are you doing?"

A cold voice came.

Fu Yan subconsciously raised his head.

On the steps of the corridor, Huo Mingzheng stood there wearing a crow-green coat, with a long body and dark eyebrows that made his gaze even deeper, like a swamp, making people sink into it unknowingly.

Fu Yan noticed when they met at noon that his face was not very good, probably because his body had not recovered.

Later, I learned from Cao Fang that he interrogated the gardener all night and did not get a good rest.

I must have just woken up from my nap now, and my complexion is better than before.

Fu Yan looked away.

Say hello to the middle-aged woman with unique temperament, gentleness and elegance next to Huo Mingzheng, "Second Aunt."

Cheng Weijin smiled and nodded, "Fu Yan, I heard about what happened yesterday. Are you okay?"

Fu Yan shook his head, "It's okay, thanks for your concern, Second Aunt."

Cheng Weijin's attitude towards Yan was neither cold nor hot. She was a bit aloof by nature, but occasionally had a cold sense of humor. She had this attitude towards many people, and Fu Yan knew it.

I just didn't expect that her attitude towards Li Qin was not very good.

"Why did you take out Azheng's box?"

Li Qin seemed to be afraid of her, so she retracted her hand and said, "Auntie, A Zheng said these things were going to be thrown away. I helped him see if he had left anything valuable. I didn't want to disturb him during his lunch break, so I took them out."

Cheng Weijin groaned, pointed to the old scarf in the box, and looked at Huo Minzheng, "You have never worn this scarf once. I thought you were giving up..."

"No more." Huo Minzheng interrupted his mother coldly, "It's just a scarf. I don't usually need it."

"Yes, you are a fire in winter, not afraid of the cold." Cheng Weijin teased him.

There was no trace of Huo Minzheng's serious smile on his face. Li Qin covered his mouth and smiled, "Yes, Azheng is indeed like a stove."

Cheng Weijin ignored her and said to Huo Mingzheng, "I remember Yuan Shi had one just like yours. I met him in England last week and he was still around."

There are many concerts at the end of the year. Cheng Weijin is an international piano musician. She has been invited by many high-end concerts and traveled to various countries.

Fu Yan remembered that she had knitted two identical scarves back then, except that Huo Mingzheng's scarf had an extra letter [Z] embroidered on the inside.

It turns out that the eldest brother likes the scarf she knitted very much. After so many years, it must be older than this one. It doesn't fit his status at all. People who don't know it think that the Huo family has missed his living expenses.

Huo Minzheng said calmly, "Brother likes these inconspicuous things."

Fu Yan lowered his eyes and cursed Huo Mingzheng in his heart for being short-sighted.

Huo Minzheng pursed his lips, and the originally blood-colored lips were turned white from the pressure.

Cheng Weijin frowned and said, "Come in, don't blow the wind here, I don't know what you came out for. Is it to see these things for the last time?"

With that said, she pushed Huo Minzheng back and turned to Li Qin and said, "Let's leave it for now. If you want to throw it away, wait until the house is cleaned for a while before throwing it away."

"Okay." Li Qin closed the box, handed it to Cao Fang next to him, and followed their footsteps and left.

As soon as Fu Yan turned around, Cao Fang said, "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo bought you a new house in Mingyu Mansion. The bodyguard's car is outside and will take you there directly."

Mingyu Mansion is a real estate developed by the Huo family. There are only ten villas for exclusive use. They are noble and noble that even money can't buy. They are extremely well hidden and are a good place for self-cultivation.

"Why buy me a house?"

Cao Fang said in a businesslike tone, "Mr. Huo said that the house in Haoting Yipin is not well concealed and can be easily discovered, which is not good for you, Miss."

"Are you afraid that the paparazzi will take photos that will be detrimental to Mr. Huo?" Fu Yan exposed it ruthlessly.

"Huo always cares about you."

Fu Yan suddenly thought of something, "Does he know that Li Qin went to Haoting Yipin's house to look for me?"

"You can ask Mr. Huo yourself." Cao didn't change his expression and answered accurately.

"It seems that I know." Fu Yan felt cold in his heart. He knew that Li Qin had gone to find her, openly broke into her place, and made her suffer the humiliation of Li Qin's insinuations.

He originally knew that Li Qin was still by his side.

"What if I don't go?" Fu Yan sighed.

"Miss Fu, why are you going against Mr. Huo? It will not do you, your mother or the friends around you any good."

This sentence is equivalent to a threat.

Her mother, Ji Lin...

When Fu Yan walked out of Huo Mansion, she saw a car with double flashes under the tree. It was the car arranged for her by Huo Mingzheng.

The car drove through familiar streets. Gradually, the roads around her became a little unfamiliar to Fu Yan. But the road sign in front of her said Mingyu Mansion, so she knew she was almost there.

The bodyguard sent her to Mingyu Mansion, a new Chinese-style villa with low-key and luxurious decoration. It was a wealth that many people would never be able to touch in their lifetimes, but Fu Yan felt like a prison.

A nanny was waiting at the entrance. The moment she saw Fu Yan, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. However, thinking of the appearance of that big shot, she suddenly felt that Fu Yan should have such a good appearance, beautiful and bright.

She said gently: "Miss Fu, just call me Mrs. Lan."

Fu Yan didn't have a good attitude towards the person arranged by Huo Mingzheng, but he would not anger him either. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, put on his slippers and walked in.

Not sure if it was due to motion sickness or early pregnancy reaction, Fu Yan felt acid reflux in his stomach.

In order not to be noticed, she tried her best to suppress it, but the more she suppressed, the stronger the rebound became. Finally she couldn't bear it anymore, covered her mouth and rushed into the public security room on the first floor. She lay on the sink and spit out a mouthful of acid water. .

Immediately afterwards, there was intermittent retching.

By the time the nausea had passed, Fu Yan was exhausted from vomiting.

She rinsed her mouth with water and washed her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Lan standing at the door, and her heart skipped a beat.

Mrs. Lan asked worriedly: "Miss Fu, are you okay?"

Fu Yan suppressed his racing heart and said angrily: "I still feel a little uncomfortable. The road here is too curved. I felt like vomiting in the car."

Mrs. Lan looked understanding, "Who says it's not the case? I also got car sick when I came here the day before yesterday. I vomited as soon as I got off the car. You are still better than me. You didn't vomit until you got home."

When she was talking, Fu Yan calmly paid attention to her micro-expressions. Seeing that she didn't have any doubts, Fu Yan was relieved in his heart.

"I'll take you upstairs to rest first and make you some tea to cure motion sickness. Just drink it and have a good sleep."

Mrs. Lan waited until Fu Yan entered the master bedroom. The smile on her face disappeared and she glanced at the closed door thoughtfully.

She hurried downstairs to the corner, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number to go out.

"Assistant Cao, I have something to report to Mr. Huo."

"It concerns Miss Fu. "