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

Those three words said at the dinner table...

Huo Mingzheng came too close, and the smell of alcohol and his unique breath enveloped her, making her heart tremble and her brain seemed to be starved of oxygen, unable to think.

But she knew those three words very well.

pretty good……

Yesterday at noon at the famous residence in Jinling, she listened to the butler's introduction to Dr. Xiao Ai, saying he was very good. Afterwards, Huo Mingzheng asked her if she was jealous.

Now he asked her to guess what he meant by those three words?

Did he want to say he was jealous?

"You have a mouth, so you can say whatever you want." She lowered her eyes, not looking into Huo Mingzheng's eyes. When she lowered her eyes, she saw the man's broad chest. She then turned to look out the car window, pretending to look at the scenery.

There was a man's low laughter in his ears.

The back of her hand felt warm, and Huo Mingzheng's warm palm covered it, and his fingers slid in between her fingers. He moved without warning, but very quickly. By the time Fu Yan could react, their fingers were intertwined.

Fu Yan suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

Huo Minzheng met her panicked eyes for a moment, and moved his eyes downwards, landing on her red lips.

The last time he kissed her in the hot spring pool, he almost made her cry. He promised her that he would ask her what she meant in the future.

"Yan Yan," he kept staring at her red lips. He tightened his fingers slightly and clasped her hand tightly. His breath mixed with the smell of alcohol was unknowingly confused, "Can I kiss you?"

Fu Yan pressed her lips together lightly. At the moment when the word was about to be pronounced, Huo Minzheng raised the car window to prevent her from saying the word. He clasped the back of her head and kissed the red lips he had longed for.

The car passed the speed bump. Huo Mingzheng's hand holding the back of Fu Yan's head was placed behind her head to prevent her head from hitting the window. The other hand intertwined with hers tightened tighter and tighter, unwilling to separate.

Fu Yan was blocked by him in the corner of the car and kissed wantonly. Behind him was the back of the chair, on the left was the car door, and in front of him was Huo Mingzheng's mountain-like body. She was like a defenseless rabbit, being chased by hunters and snatched away in one fell swoop. Down.

The sticky kiss made her mind go blank.

Huo Minzheng's hand that was supporting the car door wrapped around her slim waist and pulled her onto his lap.

Without waiting for Fu Yan to make a movement to resist, he clasped the back of her head with his palms and controlled her movements. He raised his head slightly, his lips pressed against her like a magnet, and the tip of his tongue explored inside. His deep, dark eyes seemed to Dyeing red, it was an uncontrollable lust, and the gentle kiss just now turned into an impatient attack.

"Rouge..."

At a red light ahead, Cao Fang stepped on the brakes.

Fu Yan took advantage of Huo Minzheng's hand going down from the back of her neck and pinching her waist. She turned her head away from his kiss and placed one hand on his chest to distance herself from him.

She forgot that she was held in Huo Minzheng's lap. After his strong offensive, she was almost trapped in his arms, assuming a possessive posture.

Huo Minzheng's broad palm pressed against her waist, and her upper body pressed against him again.

"Huo Mingzheng, don't go too far!" However, at this time, Fu Yan, even if he became angry, did not sound lethal to Huo Mingzheng.

Instead, the tip of his heart continued to soften, and the hand on her waist was groping for the tender flesh on her waist through the fabric.

Huo Minzheng stared at her, slowly restraining his raging lust. The corners of his eyes that were red due to alcohol were even redder than before. In the dim car, he seemed to be a spirit-stealing fairy.

"You're going to go crazy with alcohol..."

"I want you."

Huo Minzheng cut off her words without concealing his desire. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, "I've finished speaking, you can slap me now."

Fu Yan was immediately silenced by his words.

After holding it in for a long time, she couldn't think of anything to scold him. She became angry and anxious to get off his lap. However, Huo Minzheng kept controlling her waist, "Yanyan, I'm drunk, just lean on me for a while, okay." ?”

"You can lean back on the chair." Fu Yan couldn't push him away.

"The chair back is too hard."

Fu Yan: "..."

The seat of this global limited edition Bentley is too hard...

She knew that Huo Mingzheng also had a good drinking capacity. He really drank a lot tonight. Huo Mingzheng was out attending a drinking party. No one would dare to drink so much wine to him. This time he must have broken his bottom line.

Even Uncle Ji, who had a good drinking capacity, was so drunk. With the drunkenness, Huo Minzheng was probably at his limit.

Seeing that he was indeed very drunk, Fu Yan didn't move anymore. When he seemed to have slowed down, she tried to take away the hand that was intertwined with his fingers.

As soon as she moved, Huo Minzheng's head moved against her shoulder.

"Yan Yan, you are not good."

Fu Yan was too lazy to reason with a drunkard.

However, the hand clasped tighter, and the head on the neck moved a little.

Huo Mingzheng's breath was all blowing on the skin of her collarbone, which was itchy and numb. There happened to be a piece of itchy flesh there. She shrank her neck from the itching, threw herself forward, and fell on Huo Mingzheng's shoulder.

The two of them looked like they were embracing each other.

Huo Minzheng's hand on her waist moved up and along her back, "Let me hold you for a while, I miss you so much."

She was clearly right in front of him, living under his nose, but he said he missed her very much.

There seemed to be something cracking deep in Fu Yan's heart. She controlled her breathing and let out a shallow breath, but her chest still felt suffocating and painful.

The car drove into Jinling's famous residence, Fu Yan got out of the car, and Huo Mingzheng followed closely behind her.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo, you are back."

The housekeeper, Uncle Luo, stood under the porch.

Fu Yan was changing his shoes in the entrance hall, "Uncle Luo, make a bowl of sobering soup. Mr. Huo is drunk."

After saying that, she went straight upstairs without looking at Huo Minzheng.

Uncle Luo walked up to Huo Minzheng and couldn't make up his mind for a moment, "Mr. Huo, do you need it?"

Huo Mingzheng looked away from Fu Yan's back. There was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes. It was true that he was pretending to be drunk, and it was true that he wanted to hug her.

"If she asks you to cook, go ahead and cook. From now on, her words will precede me."

Uncle Luo did not ignore the doting smile on Huo Minzheng's lips. He looked at Huo Minzheng's back as he went upstairs. Cao Fang heard him sigh when he entered the door, "Uncle Luo, what are you sighing for?"

Uncle Luo looked away, thinking of the last time he asked Cao Fang, Cao Fang gave him some unreliable answers, and sighed again, "You don't understand."

Cao Fang was stunned. Is there anything he doesn't understand?

Fu Yan lay on the bed after taking a shower. It was almost [-]:[-] at night, and the entire manor became quiet.

Suddenly, the phone dinged, and a WeChat message was displayed on the phone interface.

She clicked on it and saw it was from Huo Minzheng: [Good night, Yan Yan. That photo is not ugly, it's cute. 】

Fu Yan kicked the pillow at his feet, "I'm so annoyed!"