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

Huo Minzheng didn't know what he was thinking at this moment, but his movements were already faster than his brain, and he pressed the doorbell.

Time passed by, the bell rang several times, but no one came to open the door.

A chill crept into his heart. Huo Minzheng didn't notice that his fingers were trembling. His face under the mask was as pale as snow. He took a deep breath and continued to ring the doorbell.

The doorbell was almost smoking when it was pressed, and then a sentence came from inside: "Who?"

It was Fu Yan's voice, which was very small and a little... hoarse.

He took a breath and said, "Me."

He didn't say his name, but the door suddenly became quiet, and he knew Fu Yan heard it.

After a while, there was still no movement inside.

Huo Mingzheng pressed the doorbell again.

This time there were five rings in total, and Fu Yan's voice came from inside again: "Let's go, I'm going to sleep."

Huo Mingzheng caught a glimpse of the dazzling pair of men's leather shoes from the corner of his eye, and took a deep breath. The air seemed to have fine needles drilling into his chest, piercing his flesh and blood vessels.

He put one hand on the door frame and said in a low voice: "Open the door, I have something to say to you."

"It's very late. Besides, Mr. Huo and I have nothing to say. What needs to be said has been said before. There is really no need for you to come here."

Her eviction order was calm and ruthless, leaving no room for error.

He completely regarded Huo Mingzheng as a stranger.

This feeling made the fine needles that were wreaking havoc in Huo Mingzheng's chest even more unscrupulous. His breathing became heavy, suppressing the pain, "It only takes five minutes. I will leave when five minutes are up."

He added, "I promise."

Fu Yan inside didn't make any response.

He didn't say yes, and he didn't say no.

Suddenly, Huo Mingzheng vaguely heard Fu Yan grunting, as if he was holding back something, and made a small sound in his mouth. Huo Mingzheng's muscles tensed up, and his forehead bulged violently.

He directly changed from ringing the doorbell to knocking on the door, "Fu Yan, open the door!"

He knocked on the door hard and urgently, as if he was going to break the door and break it through.

At twelve o'clock in the night, Fu Yan finally opened the door. Just as she was about to speak, Huo Minzheng stepped forward, clasped her shoulders with his hands, and swept the living room and everything within sight with his hawk-like eyes.

No one else but Fu Yan.

"Huo Minzheng, what are you doing? You hurt me!"

Feeling the person in his hand struggling violently, the previous irrationality and madness suddenly disappeared in this second. He let go of his hand in panic, subconsciously took a step back, and his back hit the full-length mirror in the entrance hall.

He sighed deeply.

If, if the shoes outside the door were Fu Hanlin's, he would not hide.

Based on his understanding of Fu Hanlin, Fu Hanlin had already appeared when he rang the doorbell just now, but his absence meant that he was not in the room.

Fu Yan only has one friend of the opposite sex, Ji Lin. Ji Lin can't even get out of bed now, let alone appear here.

"Why are you leaving a pair of men's leather shoes at the door?"

"Can you care?" Fu Yan was angry and knelt down to press his toes. His temper was not ordinary.

His eyes fell on Fu Yan's crouched body. She put her hands on her toes and rubbed them gently, frowning.

He also squatted down and grabbed her fingers away, only to find that the thumb of her left foot was red. His tone was indescribably complicated, both nervous and somewhat indescribably relaxed, "I kicked you just now." Wearing a shoe stool?”

The only thing that could hurt her feet at this distance was the shoe stool.

No wonder I have a bad temper and it hurts.

Fu Yan put aside his hand and said, "It still has nothing to do with Mr. Huo."

She looked up at the clock and reminded him: "One minute and thirty-two seconds have passed now. Mr. Huo should finish what he has to say quickly."

She didn't want to open the door before, but Huo Minzheng suddenly knocked on the door. She didn't want to disturb the neighbors at such a late hour. She had just moved here, so it would not be good for her to be called a nuisance.

Unexpectedly, Huo Minzheng grabbed her as soon as she entered the door and scanned the whole room as if she were catching someone raped.

Why, does he suspect that he brought a man home late at night?

Thinking of this possibility, Fu Yan lost his temper. It turned out that in Huo Minzheng's eyes, she was such a person, a woman who could seamlessly connect at will.

Huo Minzheng pulled her up regardless and pressed her on the shoe-wearing stool. He squatted down in front of her and pressed her toes.

His technique is skillful and his strength is just right.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Fu Yan had no expression on his face and pulled his foot back hard.

She landed on his masked face. He was still wearing the same clothes he showed up in the drunken world tonight, but there was an inexplicable smell of blood on him, as if it was her imagination.

But when he lowered his head, she saw that part of the cheekbone exposed at the edge of the mask was bruised.

She paused, quickly looked away, and reminded ruthlessly, "It's four minutes and three seconds, you still have less than a minute."

Huo Minzheng held his breath in his chest, "Do you have to be so clear with me?"

His time has always been measured by money. If he could, he would spend everything to buy her time.

"Four minutes and twenty-five seconds."

The corners of Huo Minzheng's lips under the mask twitched.

Fu Yan stood up. She turned around and held the doorknob. Just as she was about to twist the doorknob, Huo Minzheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. He quickly pulled off the mask with his left hand, pressed it on the back of her neck, and lowered his head. Kiss her lips.

He took a step forward and pressed Fu Yan against the door.

From the drunken world to the boxing gym, and then here, all the emotions seemed to burst out suddenly at this moment. He kissed her with red eyes, "Yanyan, you are so cruel."

Fu Yan had already taken a shower. He was wearing a shawl outside his silk pajamas. The shawl slipped off when his body hit the door panel.

She couldn't stop trembling all over, because of Huo Minzheng's sudden visit, because of his series of actions, and because of his words, her soul and flesh trembled together.

Why did he say she was cruel?

What qualifications does he have to call her cruel?

It was obviously him at the beginning...

Until Huo Mingzheng's lips kissed her neck, trying to tear the collar of her pajamas, she cried dumbly: "Huo Mingzheng!"

Almost instantly, Huo Minzheng tightened her torn collar and his eyes touched the tears on her face. His heart ached and his reason returned.

He wiped her tears with his fingertips, pressed his forehead against hers, and said distressedly: "Don't cry, Yan Yan, I'll leave right away..."

Fu Yan pushed him away with all his strength and raised his hand to hit him in the face, when he saw injuries on the corners of his mouth and cheekbones.

His skin was fair, and the bruises were particularly obvious. The cut at the corner of his mouth was torn open again by the kiss. The wound was still very new and had just been put on.

The hand raised in the air became stiff and tight. She gritted her teeth and put it down, turned her head to look in the direction of the living room, and said coldly: "Get out!"