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

After finishing his day's work, Fu Hanlin came out of the mourning hall and walked to a willow tree in the courtyard. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one.

He wasn't a big smoker, and couldn't smoke more than a few cigarettes in a month. But after a few days of spinning, his spirit was tense, and nicotine rolled into his lungs. He felt a little more relaxed, but then came the pain of losing a loved one. Sadness came over me.

At this moment, he wanted to see Fu Yan.

Even if she did nothing, just standing there or saying something, or even just being in the same place with her, would make him feel much better.

Fu Yan has an indescribable quality that makes people feel very comfortable and relaxed, allowing them to put aside all their baggage and distracting thoughts and just stay with her.

He stubbed out his cigarette, took the car keys without calling the driver, went to the garage, and drove away from the old house.

The car passed through half of the city, drove into a mid-range community, and finally parked in a familiar area.

It was already very late now. The window on the twelfth floor was dark and there was no light on. She should be asleep.

Fu Hanlin lowered the window and sat in the car for a while. He had no intention of going upstairs to find her. Tomorrow was his grandfather's funeral, and he still had some matters to go back to deal with.

Just as he was about to drive away, he suddenly thought of the bodyguards he had sent out to secretly protect Fu Yan. He had not contacted them for several days. After his grandfather passed away, he had endless things to deal with every day.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, and the call was quickly answered.

"How is she doing?"

The bodyguard on the other end of the phone hesitated and said, "Mr. Fu, didn't you know? Miss Fu has moved to Huo Mingzheng's place."

The hand holding the phone had long and well-proportioned joints, and he clenched it suddenly. The light from the street lamp shone on the windshield, and half of his face was in the darkness, without any blood.

"When did this happen?"

"Yesterday at noon."

Fu Hanlin was silent for a few seconds, then hung up the phone with a hum.

He swiped the screen and found Fu Yan's phone number, wanting to call her and ask her what happened. Based on his understanding of Yan, she would not easily move in with Huo Mingzheng. She looked easy to talk and easy to control, but deep down she was... Very stubborn.

When the call was connected, he immediately hung up and threw the phone on the passenger seat.

It was twelve o'clock and she was asleep.

Fu Hanlin put his hands on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to the twelfth floor. She had moved away. Will she come back to live in the future?

He sat in the car for a while before starting the car and leaving the community.

At the same time, Huo Mingzheng received a call from his bodyguard.

"Mr. Huo, Fu Hanlin just came to the community where Miss Fu lives."

Huo Mingzheng had just come out of the bathroom. After sending Fu Yan a WeChat message, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while without hearing any news from her, then went to take a shower.

"What did he do?" He wiped his hair, sat on the sofa, threw away the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Uncle Luo had just brought in, and took a sip.

"I didn't do anything. I just stayed in the car for a while and then left."

Huo Minzheng drank the soup for a moment and then left?

Thinking of the past, Fu Hanlin often drove to Fu Yan's downstairs, not disturbing Fu Yan and just sitting in the car. His behavior could be regarded as a gentleman.

But that heart is still evil.

"Well, except for Fu Hanlin, there's no one suspicious, right?"

"No."

Huo Mingzheng hung up the phone and drank more than half of the bowl of sobering soup. People who didn't know better thought that Fu Yan had cooked the sobering soup himself.

He put down the bowl, stood up and walked to the cabinet, wanting to get the key to the bedroom on the third floor. Thinking about it, he knew that Fu Yan must have locked the door before going to bed. Then he thought of an uninvited guest in Fu Yan's house in the middle of the night, and was frightened. Fu Yan had a nightmare and threw the key back again.

I gave up the idea of ​​going to her room to see her.

……

The next day, Fu Yan got up and washed up without any makeup. She changed into a plain black dress that reached her ankles, and her hair was simply tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

Today was Mr. Fu's funeral, and she took half a day off.

When he came downstairs, Huo Minzheng was already sitting at the dining table. The suit he wore today was plain black, and he had no other accessories except his tie.

He felt refreshed and didn't feel tired at all after a hangover.

Fu Yan walked over, and Huo Minzheng's eyes passed over her face. He didn't say anything, but only looked at him to signal Uncle Luo to bring her breakfast.

Fu Yan ate elegantly, but not slowly. Huo Minzheng sat diagonally across from her and watched her finish her meal. He handed her a napkin and said, "Take my car?"

Fu Yan thought about how Huo Minzheng went crazy with alcohol last night and did things that were not humanly possible in the car. Just when he was about to refuse, Huo Minzheng said, "I'm not drunk anymore."

Uncle Luo, who was standing aside, twitched the corner of his mouth. Mr. Huo, have you ever been drunk?

Fu Yan glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't refuse. Anyway, he had to come back to change clothes after attending the funeral, and then he would drive his own car to the company.

The car parked in the parking lot outside the cemetery, and up were the granite stairs. Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng got out of the car one after another. Soon, someone from the Fu family appeared and led them to their destination.

The further up he went, the heavier Fu Yan's heart became.

She forgot that this was the first funeral she had attended in more than [-] years. What she remembered most clearly was her father's funeral. It was raining lightly that day, the sky was gloomy, and the cemetery was filled with dark umbrellas.

The little girl hugged her mother's lap and cried loudly.

At that time, she thought that the funeral was just like those shown on TV, with rainy days, but today the sun was very bright, bright and warm, just like Grandpa Fu, the grandfather who gave her a short period of affection and love.

Fu Yan placed a flower on the tombstone.

"Grandpa Fu, you should have met Grandma Fu."

Fu Hanlin stood closest to her. When he heard Fu Yan's words, his heart suddenly softened.

"I must have seen it."

Fu Yan raised her eyes to look at him. Fu Hanlin seemed to have lost some weight after not seeing him for a few days. She nodded slightly and turned back to her previous position.

The entire funeral process was not complicated, but the Fu family had a great influence, and many people came to express their condolences, and it did not end until noon.

Fu Yan and Ji Lin walked outside, surrounded by guests talking. They happened to meet Fu Hanlin, and Ji Lin patted Fu Hanlin on the shoulder, saying nothing.

"Sit down and rest for a while." Fu Hanlin looked at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan nodded, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Huo Minzheng walking towards him. Ji Lin tutted, was he following too closely?

Others were like flies that wouldn't bite seamless eggs, but Huo Mingzheng would bite Fu Yan. He would sting Fu Yan wherever he went. Even if Fu Yan had a good egg, he would stink it up.

Huo Mingzheng walked to Fu Yan, took a bottle of water from the side, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and handed it to Fu Yan. Almost at the same time, Fu Hanlin also unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Fu Yan.