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

Who would have thought that a man in his thirties would refuse to take medicine because of its bitterness, but Huo Yuanshi was indeed such a person.

No wonder some people say that no matter how old a man is, he still has the nature of a child at heart.

Fu Yan pursed his lips and looked at Huo Yuanshi silently for a while, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

Everyone knows this, let alone Huo Yuanshi.

She had tried to persuade him with this sentence several times before, but it didn't work.

Fu Yan frowned, squatted down in front of Huo Yuanshi's wheelchair, and looked up at him, "Didn't you like to eat the fruit porridge I cooked before? After you finish the porridge, can you cooperate with the medicine?"

Huo Yuanshi looked at her condescendingly. She raised her head when she spoke. From this angle, her face was small and delicate, as if it was only the size of a palm. Her black and white eyes were clear of any impurities, and they were full of worry for him. .

He turned around and coughed a few times, "Don't secretly put medicine into the porridge."

The expression on Fu Yan's face paused. She had originally planned to do this, but it was revealed.

Huo Yuanshi turned around and saw her expression clearly.

She stood up angrily. Huo Yuanshi sighed helplessly and clasped her wrist, "I will listen to you. Take the medicine after eating the porridge, okay?"

Huo Yuanshi's palms were dry but cold. They had been like this ever since he had a car accident. It wasn't something wrong with his body, but a traumatic reaction.

Fu Yan trembled and asked Aji to bring a hand warmer.

She put Huo Yuanshi's hands on the hand warmer and said in a threatening and fierce tone, "I'm going to make porridge right away. If you dare to lie to me, I won't pay attention to you in the future."

A faint smile lingered in Huo Yuanshi's eyes, "Okay."

Aji took Fu Yan to the kitchen and took out the fruits and casseroles needed to make porridge. "Miss Yan Yan, you still have a way. No matter how we persuade him, Mr. Huo just refuses to take medicine."

Aji was very happy in his heart. The better Mr. Huo was in a better mood, the better he would be. He said he wanted to help Fu Yan.

Fu Yan stopped him and said, "I can do such a simple thing by myself. You go and see my elder brother. He has a bad cough. You go and check the humidity in the room and make him as comfortable as possible."

"it is good."

Half an hour later, Fu Yan brought out warm, glutinous and sweet fruit porridge from the kitchen. She placed the porridge on the table in front of Huo Yuanshi, sat on a low stool, and smiled, "Try it and see if it's still the same." smell."

Huo Yuanshi looked at the smile in her eyes and seemed to be infected by her. He also curved his lips and smiled. He took the spoon from her hand, scraped a small spoonful from the surface and put it into his mouth.

Fu Yan couldn't help complaining, "Brother is still so afraid of getting burned."

She picked up the spoon and stirred the other half of the bowl of porridge.

Huo Yuan smiled and said nothing, and gave her an affirmative answer, "It still tastes the same as before."

"I'm just kidding you," Fu Yan knew he was cheering, "Everyone can cook fruit porridge like this, and it won't produce any flowers. Of course it still tastes the same as before."

"You cook it differently." Huo Yuanshi scraped another spoonful and put it into his mouth.

The sentence was unclear and Fu Yan didn't hear it clearly.

Just when I was about to ask him what he said, Aji came in and said, "Mr. Huo, the second young master is here to see you."

The only man who can be called the second young master by Aji is Huo Mingzheng.

Huo Yuanshi glanced at Fu Yan. Fu Yan didn't seem to hear him and concentrated on stirring the porridge in his bowl to make it less hot.

He hummed, "Please come in, A-Zheng."

Fu Yan squeezed the spoon tightly.

"If you don't want to see him, I'll go out to the living room to meet him."

However, Huo Yuanshi's voice had just fallen when the man's cold voice came, "Brother is sick, it's better to rest in the room."

"Why is A Zheng free to come here today?" Huo Yuanshi put down his spoon and looked at the man in a well-tailored black suit, "If I remember correctly, today is a working day."

"There was a project starting nearby, and I went over to take a look." Huo Mingzheng tugged on his tie, "I heard that your eldest brother was sick, so you moved out of the old house. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to live in it, and you didn't want to call a doctor."

Huo Minzheng walked in with steady steps and ordered Cao Fang to give the supplements to Aji.

Huo Yuanshi smiled lightly, "I'm afraid it's too late to make up for it."

"When big brother recovers from his illness, it's time to take a good supplement. Your body is too weak."

Huo Mingzheng came in from the door, his eyes seemed to pass by Fu Yan's face inadvertently, and then he glanced at the fruit porridge on the table.

Some previous scenes flashed through his mind, and he asked Fu Yan who he had cooked fruit porridge for.

At that time she answered him seriously.

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

Huo Yuanshi followed his gaze and scraped up the top layer of porridge with a spoon, "This is fruit porridge, has A Zheng eaten it before?"

"I'm lucky enough to have eaten here twice." Huo Minzheng sat down and glanced at Fu Yan's face with unclear meaning.

Fu Yan frowned, not wanting to stand here any longer.

She put down the spoon and stood up. Huo Yuanshi was behind her. She didn't see him pick up the spoon clearly, but as soon as she touched his wrist, the bowl of hot porridge knocked directly onto Huo Yuanshi's lap.

With a crash, the bowl broke to the ground!

"Brother!" Fu Yan's face turned pale and he subconsciously wanted to get rid of the porridge with his hands.

Two hands, one left and one right, clasped her wrist at the same time. Huo Minzheng's face was cold and obscure, and his clenched fingers quietly loosened.

Huo Yuanshi grabbed her wrist and said, "It's very hot, don't touch it."

Aji hurriedly dealt with the porridge on Huo Yuanshi's lap. The bowl of porridge was so hot that Huo Yuanshi didn't even frown.

Fu Yan's eyes were red with self-reproach, and Huo Yuanshi comforted her: "Have you forgotten that my legs are useless? I can't feel the heat, so don't be sad."

When he said this, Fu Yan felt even more sad. Huo Yuanshi used to be so famous, but just because of his legs, he was trapped in a small place.

He couldn't feel the heat or pain, but the burns would still react on his legs.

Huo Yuanshi let go of her wrist and said, "Aji, take me to change clothes first."

Even if his legs were disabled, Huo Yuanshi had never been in such a miserable state.

As the wheelchair passed by Huo Mingzheng, Huo Yuanshi said slowly: "Azheng, please sit down for a while, I'll be back soon."

The wheelchair leaves.

Huo Minzheng glanced darkly at the patch on Huo Yuanshi's dark gray trouser legs that was wet with porridge.

Suddenly, only Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng were left in the room.

Fu Yan knelt down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. Huo Minzheng quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "Just ask the servants to clean it up."

He pulled Fu Yan to prevent her from moving, and ordered Cao Fang to find a servant to clean up.

Then he picked up Fu Yan and walked toward the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet, put Fu Yan's wrist under the thin stream of water, and stared at the red spot on her wrist, "I didn't even know I was burned."