Song Qingshuang asked Fu Yan to stay at Huo Mansion tonight. Huo Mansion occupies a large area. Each of the old man's houses has its own courtyard, and the fifth room is the farthest from the main building.

Fu Yan refused. She has not lived here since she became an adult.

Knowing that she had a stubborn temper, Song Qingshuang did not force her to stay. Before leaving, she told her to go to the hospital for a checkup.

Fu Yan, who had just experienced a little maternal love, then heard Song Qingshuang say: "You are turning blue from vomiting. You are going to meet someone in a few days. How can you be like this? First impression is very important, do you understand?"

"Okay, you go back and rest. We'll talk about this later."

Not wanting to hear her talk anymore, Fu Yan pushed her into another courtyard.

Song Qingshuang was furious, "Have you not seen the Huo family's attitude towards us? If you don't live up to expectations, I will be completely embarrassed!"

"Is marrying a wealthy family just to live up to your ambition?" Fu Yan looked away.

Knowing that she was willing to take things easy, Song Qingshuang held her hand and her eyes turned red for a moment, "You also know my mother's situation in the Huo family. Do you really want to see your mother unable to hold her head up in this family?"

Fu Yan couldn't bear to see Song Qingshuang shed tears, and his heart softened, "Let's talk about it in a few years, I don't have that thought now."

Finally, the corner was loosened, but Song Qingshuang had no choice but to pursue her victory, "Men love young women, especially those in this circle. If you have never played any tricks before, to get a wife, you must be sensible, well-behaved, young and beautiful."

She pulled Fu Yan and said, "Huo Mingzheng is one of the more clean-minded people in the circle, right? He is still not immune to the mundane."

Fu Yan got goosebumps when he heard Huo Mingzheng's name. He wanted to leave but also wanted to hear about him.

"What about him?"

Song Qingshuang's words seemed to have penetrating power, "I heard that among the several partners introduced to him by the old man, he personally selected the youngest and most beautiful one."

She stood in the wind, her heart pounding wildly.

It was completely dark when we walked out of Huo Mansion.

Autumn begins early in Nancheng, with the evening breeze blowing and a chilly chill.

She quickened her pace and walked out. Huo Mansion was on the outskirts of the city. There was no subway station nearby. To take a taxi, you had to walk to the main road outside, which took about twenty minutes.

Fu Yan was halfway there when a car horn sounded behind her. She subconsciously stood aside, but the car stopped beside her.

"Miss Fu." The car window was lowered.

The driver was Huo Mingzheng's secretary, Cao Fang.

Fu Yan felt a cool breeze pouring in from behind, and she subconsciously looked into the car.

The back row was pitch dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

Secretary Cao saw her thoughts and explained: "Mr. Huo is still unable to get away from the banquet, so he asked me to drive Miss Fu."

Fu Yan was about to say no, this was the Huo family's territory and someone might see him at any time.

Cao Fang put a polite smile on his face and said, "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo asked me to take you to the hospital. You are not feeling well and need to be examined. Mr. Huo cares about you."

Huo Mingzheng doesn't seem to be such a considerate person.

Fu Yan probably guessed what it was, and Cao Fang's next words confirmed her guess.

"Mr. Huo said that if it's a gastrointestinal discomfort, just ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine. If it's something else, it's easy to make arrangements."

others……

Fu Yan's heart trembled. Are you pregnant?

So what does the arrangement Cao Fang said mean?

Huo Mingzheng would never let her be pregnant with his child.

In addition, at this juncture, he is going to have someone to marry. If she is really pregnant, you can imagine what he will do.

Fu Yan looked like she had come out of a cold pool, her whole body soaked with cold. She didn't dare to think about the hopeless situation she would fall into if that possibility came true.

Cao Fang had already taken care of everything. When he arrived at the hospital, Fu Yan only cooperated with the examination. In addition, he also took an extra tube of blood to test whether he was pregnant.

She sat on the chair in the corridor in despair, with marks on her palms dug out by her fingernails, and the seconds seemed like years.

It was already late at night when I came out of the hospital.

Fu Yan shivered and sneezed twice in succession.

Her nose was red, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. When the wind blew, her thin body swayed, like a willow tree about to be broken.

Cao Fang opened the back door of the car. As soon as Fu Yan took a step forward and looked into the back compartment, he was stunned.

From her point of view, she could only see the man's bent legs, and his trousers were pressed tightly without any wrinkles.

A hand is placed on the leg, with clear joints, white fingers and a sense of strength. Even the cold luster of the metal reflected by the watch is noble.

"Miss Fu, get in the car." Cao Fang urged her.

It also reminded her that she must get in this car.

Fu Yan walked forward. Huo Mingzheng must have drunk some wine. His tall body was leaning on the back of the chair and his eyelids were closed. The car was dark, and most of his face was covered in shadow.

Both handsome and evil.

The suit jacket was thrown aside casually, and the collar of the black shirt was unbuttoned with two buttons.

From a long time ago, Fu Yan knew that Huo Mingzheng looked best in black.

His skin is white, but not the kind of feminine white. The black color makes him extraordinarily noble, and he also has a kind of arrogance that wants to break taboos, which makes people's blood boil.

It was as if the color was tailor-made for him, and other men couldn't wear it like him.

Like night, like an abyss, it is as fascinating as a mystery.

Fu Yan got into the car and as soon as he sat down, the bag containing the medicine was taken over.

"Don't worry, I'm not pregnant." Fu Yan said in a solemn tone.

Huo Mingzheng paused when he opened the bag, then flipped over the test sheet and responded calmly: "Nothing is the best."

Fu Yan couldn't describe what he felt, and there was a breath of turbid air stuck in his throat.

When the test results came out, she breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she felt a faint sense of loss and was still struggling.

But now, that sense of loss has completely disappeared, and Huo Minzheng's words undoubtedly gave her a wake-up call.

Stop delusional.

When she came to her senses, Huo Minzheng had separated out the medicine she wanted to take, took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

"Take the medicine and don't throw it up on my car."

Fu Yan did not forget that Huo Mingzheng was a bit mysophobic.

However, she didn't explain that she had vomited everything when she was in Huo Mansion, so there was nothing left to vomit.

I swallowed a sip of water, my stomach felt uncomfortably empty.

Just after taking the medicine, the phone rang. It was Song Qingshuang calling.

Fu Yan originally didn't want to answer the call because he was afraid of what Song Qingshuang would say on the phone.

But the bell kept ringing, and Huo Minzheng frowned impatiently.

Fu Yan had no choice but to answer the phone.

"Yanyan, have you gone to see a doctor?"

The carriage was so quiet that Fu Yan put the phone closer to his ear to prevent Song Qingshuang's voice from leaking out.

Fu Yan hummed: "For gastroenteritis, I'll give you some medicine."

Song Qingshuang was probably doing skin care. She turned on the speakerphone and spoke with a raised voice.

"By the way, you have to take what I told you before into consideration. Take a good rest these two days, recuperate your energy, and look good. I'll see you on Saturday."

Fu Yan caught a glimpse of Huo Mingzheng out of the corner of his eye, felt guilty, and hung up the phone in a panic.

However, Song Qingshuang's last words, "I guarantee the other person will like you," still flowed out of the phone.

Fu Yan was on pins and needles and prayed that he hadn't heard anything.

You could hear needles dropping quietly in the car. As the car drove over the overpass, the towering streetlights cast light into the car in clusters, passing through Huo Mingzheng's outline profile.

Accompanied by a low laugh.

"Blind date?"

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