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

Huo Minzheng waited for her answer quietly, but she couldn't hold back a retort for a long time. Until he saw that the tips of her ears were red, he seemed to be in a good mood and smiled, "I understand."

"What do you know?" Fu Yan exploded.

The smile in Huo Mingzheng's eyes almost overflowed. He didn't say anything. He hugged Fu Yan into his arms, let go of his hand, tucked the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and looked at her from the back of her head. Waist-length hair, "hair has grown."

He suddenly changed the subject, catching Fu Yan off guard. She thought that with how shameless Huo Mingzheng was now, he would definitely say something shocking. She was already ready to run away, but he didn't say anything. .

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, followed his words, and touched her hair back with her hand.

"I originally planned to go to the barber shop for a haircut last Sunday."

Huo Minzheng held the tail of her hair in his hand. It was soft and silky, as shiny as silk. She had good hair quality and lots of hair, which she inherited from her mother Song Qingshuang.

"Long hair is great, why should I cut it?"

"It's troublesome to have long hair. Every time I wash my hair, I have to blow dry it for a long time, which makes my hands tired." Fu Yan took the tail of her hair back from his hand. How could a man understand the troubles of a woman, not to mention the troubles of a hair king like her?

The hair slipped from Huo Minzheng's fingers like running water. His heartbeat suddenly dropped, and he felt a little stuffy. He subconsciously held the tail of the hair in his hand again, along with Fu Yan's hand.

Fu Yan took a breath and was about to pull his hand back when Huo Minzheng wrapped her hand in his palm and said, "I'll help you blow it from now on."

Fu Yan subconsciously looked back into his eyes, as if being sucked into the center of a whirlpool. She hurriedly pulled her hand back, pushed the car door open, got out of the car in a hurry, and took a few breaths.

"Fu Xiao..." Before Uncle Luo could finish his sentence, Fu Yan floated past him like a gust of wind.

What's going on here?

Bullied by Mr. Huo again?

He looked back at Huo Mingzheng, who was getting out of the car leisurely, and walked over, "Mr. Huo, lunch is ready."

Huo Mingzheng looked away from Fu Yan and said, "Well, wait until Yan Yan comes downstairs before eating."

Fu Yan took a shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs. As soon as he arrived on the second floor, Huo Mingzheng came out of the master bedroom with a suit jacket in his hand. Fu Yan looked at his tie and suddenly remembered that he had given it to Huo Mingzheng before. The tie is still in the bedside table in that house.

Huo Mingzheng came to ask her for it before, but she lied and said she threw it away.

She calmly looked away and quickly went downstairs to the restaurant. Huo Minzheng stopped her.

"Huo Mingzheng, you're almost there." Fu Yan glared at him.

Huo Mingzheng looked at Fu Yan who looked like a cat with exploded hair with great interest, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

Fu Yan: "..."

Is she afraid of him?

That's right, she was indeed afraid that he would get too close to her.

Huo Minzheng looked at her calmly, "I want to remind you that your earrings are crooked."

Fu Yan glared at him again, and just as he was about to raise his hand, Huo Minzheng took a step ahead of her and straightened her crooked pearl earrings.

I don't know if he did it intentionally or unintentionally, but his warm fingertips touched a piece of tender meat behind her ear, which was her sensitive spot. She subconsciously shrank her neck.

"Don't move, you've caught her hair." Huo Minzheng took a step forward, blocked her directly against the wall, lowered his head and carefully untied her hair from her earrings.

The two of them were so close that their breaths were intertwined. Fu Yan took in a breath quietly, but did not dare to exhale. He held it for a while and turned his head away, then slowly exhaled.

"Are you ready?" She didn't know how her voice was trembling.

Huo Minzheng raised his eyes and looked at the tips of her red ears, the look in his eyes darkened a bit, "Almost."

Uncle Luo was walking over to see if Fu Yan had gone downstairs so he could order the kitchen to serve food. He saw Huo Minzheng blocking Fu Yan in the corner. The little girl was no match for a man. She was blocked weakly and helplessly, like a A little rabbit just left to be slaughtered.

Mr. Huo is bullying Miss Fu again!

Fu Yan pressed her whole body against the wall, not daring to move. She had reasonable reasons to suspect that Huo Mingzheng was being slow on purpose. Otherwise, wouldn't it be easy to solve the problem of a few hairs getting entangled in the earrings?

She caught a glimpse of Uncle Luo downstairs and wondered what kind of state she would be in when others saw her like this. In desperation, she raised her hand to take off her earrings, but Huo Minzheng held her hand down and said, "Be good, it will be fine soon." ”

Uncle Luo downstairs had already fled. Even so, Fu Yan still felt very embarrassed.

She was about to say that she would go downstairs and go to the bathroom to do it, but Huo Mingzheng let go and said, "Okay."

Fu Yan raised her hand to fiddle with her earrings. Without saying a word, she was about to go downstairs. Huo Minzheng stopped her again, "Don't you even have a word of thanks?"

Fu Yan vaguely heard Uncle Luo calling the people in the kitchen to serve the food, and she said quickly: "Thank you."

"There is no sincerity at all." Huo Minzheng loosened his tie with one hand, his eyes always falling on the tips of her ears that had not faded from red. They were pink and tender, as if they could transmit light, like cat ears.

A forced fake smile appeared on Fu Yan's lips, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

"You might as well cry." Huo Minzheng snorted, but there was no hint of disgust in his eyes.

Before Fu Yan could react, he leaned forward and placed his lips against the tip of her ear, "Forget it, I don't expect you to express any sincere thanks."

Fu Yan quickly took a step back. The tips of her ears felt as if they were burned. She glared at Huo Mingzheng, furious, "Next time Mr. Huo wants to take advantage, remember to find a better excuse."

Huo Minzheng's eyes were dark, "Is there a next time?"

Fu Yan's breath was stuck in her throat. She pushed Huo Mingzheng away and strode downstairs.

"slower."

Huo Mingzheng followed her.

Fu Yan didn't even look back.

"Rouge."

The man's originally slightly cold voice now sounded a little more affectionate when he called out the word "rouge".

Fu Yan's heart was trembling and he almost fell down the stairs.

"What did I say?" Huo Minzheng grabbed her arm, "Walk slowly, your flat feet are easy to fall."

Fu Yan quickly turned around and covered his mouth.

She was born with flat feet, which was not serious and did not affect her walking. However, when she was a child, she had low self-esteem because of her flat feet. She fell many times while running in physical education class. She barely passed the [-]-meter test in college and failed to pass. Not embarrassing, she doesn't want to be reminded that she has flat feet.

Huo Minzheng grabbed her hand and held it in his hand, "Flat feet are fine."

"What's better?" Fu Yan saw that he was telling lies with his eyes open.

There was a small smile in Huo Minzheng's eyes, "It's silly."