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

An hour ago, Fu Yan washed the fruit and returned to the bedside with the fruit plate. She had already restrained her emotions and would not let Mr. Fu notice anything.

"Grandpa, which one do you want to eat?"

Fu Yan put down the fruit plate.

Mr. Fu looked at her, his face was in a trance for a moment, "Yan Yan, when did you come?"

Fu Yan's breath was choked, and she tried to smile calmly, "I've been here for a while, and I just went to wash the fruits."

The old man looked at her red hands with distress, "It's very cold. Come here quickly. Grandpa has a handbag here to keep you warm."

With that said, he gave the hand warmer bag to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan held it in her hands, and waves of warmth passed through her palms to the bottom of her heart. The emotions that she had restrained surged out uncontrollably again. She turned her head and glanced out the window.

"You don't have to endure it, but don't be sad either. Grandpa, I have lived for more than eighty years and I am very satisfied."

Fu Yan burst into tears and smiled, "Sure enough, you can see that ginger is still hotter with age."

Mr. Fu's proud expression said, "That's natural."

He sighed again, "But I'm really old and useless, and this little problem brought me down."

Fu Yan held the old man's hand and said, "Grandpa, I saw a funny joke today. Let me tell it to you."

"Okay." The old man became energetic.

"Suppose you play badminton with your boss, and the boss loses to you, and says with emotion, 'It's better for you to be young, but I am no longer useful when I am old.' How can you respond with high emotional intelligence at this time?"

Mr. Fu thought seriously for a few seconds and shook his head, "None of the things I thought of seem to have high enough emotional intelligence. Please tell me how to answer?"

Fu Yan shook his head, suppressing a smile and said, "I don't remember how to answer someone with high emotional intelligence. I only remember a life-threatening answer."

Rather than having high emotional intelligence, Mr. Fu was obviously more interested in the desperate answer, "Say it quickly."

Fu Yan's eyes were bright, and she said slowly word by word: "It's not that you are old and useless, it is that you are old and useless."

"Hahahahaha..." Mr. Fu burst out laughing, and after laughing, he used his fingertips to wipe the tears from his eyes.

Fu Yan also laughed.

She tightened the old man's hand and said, "Grandpa, I heard from Fu Hanlin that your health was not very good when you were young. You have done very well now. If I can give you an award, you must be the best brave old man. .”

Mr. Fu touched her head lovingly, "Good child."

He sighed, "It's really enough for grandpa to live to this age. If the old lady hadn't wanted me to live well, I would have wanted to stay with her. But now that I have so many diseases, I'm worried that she will think that I didn't listen. If she wants to live well, will she be angry and ignore me?"

"She is hard to coax."

Fu Yan listened quietly to his memory of Mrs. Fu, who had been deceased for many years.

In fact, she envied the love that could last a lifetime and be a couple forever. This was a beauty that many people could not pursue in their entire lives.

After a while, Mr. Fu patted Fu Yan's hand and said, "I have no nostalgia for this world anymore. My only regret is that I can't see Han Lin get married."

Fu Yan lowered his eyes.

"Han Lin is a filial child. He has always known about my regrets, but he wants to marry the girl he likes and will not give in just to make me feel at ease. Yan Yan, you are a good girl. I fell in love with you at first sight. , I really want to recognize you as my step-granddaughter, but Han Lin likes you, so I have to give up this idea. If you are not a granddaughter, I wonder if I can make you my granddaughter-in-law?"

Fu Yan's hands froze.

She looked at the old man in front of her who was kind to her and took care of her like a grandfather. Then she thought that he only had less than three months in this world, and a sense of sadness lingered in her heart.

Facing the old man's expectant gaze, Fu Yan slowly lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa."

Mr. Fu was not surprised. He silently shook his head at Yan.

Fu Yan's eyes trembled, "I have never had any romantic feelings for Fu Hanlin. If I married him, it would be because I wanted to make up for your regret by having a fake marriage with him, but I didn't want to deceive you."

She choked and said, "I don't want to live up to your love for me."

The door was pushed in from the outside, Fu Yan turned around subconsciously, and Fu Hanlin was standing outside the door.

Fu Yan touched those deep and obscure eyes and recalled his true confession that night. She had failed him after all.

Mr. Fu looked at Fu Yan and then at his grandson.

He knew Fu Hanlin very well. Although he couldn't understand it [-]%, he could see some of his habits and subtle changes in his expression.

Even though he is too stable, he still has rare moments of showing signs of being a young boy in front of the people he likes, such as the moment just now when he was in a state of confusion and his face turned pale.

"It's getting late, Yanyan, you should go back and rest early. Hanlin, if you send her off, you will definitely send her home safely."

"Okay, grandpa."

Fu Yan followed him out of the ward.

She looked at the generous back of the man in front of her and was about to speak when Fu Hanlin spoke first, "You did a good job. There is no need to blame yourself. Thank you for telling the truth to grandpa."

Fu Yan pinched the corner of his clothes and said, "I'm sorry."

Fu Hanlin turned around and looked at Fu Yan condescendingly. Without the catalyst of alcohol, he never made the intimate gesture that night again and always kept a distance that would not offend her.

He said softly: "You are not sorry for me. Feelings are something you and I both agree on. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

It was different from the appropriate distance just now. Fu Hanlin took a step forward, "But Fu Yan, you never gave me a chance and you judged the result too early. Is it unfair to me?"

Fu Yan was stunned. This was the first time that she saw a hint of emotion other than gentleness in Fu Hanlin's eyes. There was a predatory, powerful, and superior aura.

He opened the car door, "We'll talk about our feelings later. Now, I'll take you home first."

……

Late at night, a black Bentley parked in the green belt downstairs of the community.

The handsome and slender man stepped out of the car with long legs. The street lights cast his shadow under the shade of the trees. He walked into the housing building, entered the elevator and pressed the button for the twelfth floor.

This is the house Fu Yan has just found. The environment is better than the previous community, and the people living here are not a mess.

It was difficult to find a house, but the landlord's family happened to be going abroad for a few years, so it was better for someone to live in the house if it was empty. It was a good time for Fu Yan to catch up, and the rent he wanted was lower than the market price.

Huo Mingzheng came out of the elevator and walked straight forward, standing in front of Fu Yan's house, only to find a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack outside the door.

It was twelve o'clock in the morning.