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

Uncle Luo placed a bowl of noodles in front of Huo Minzheng's desk, "Mr. Huo, you haven't eaten anything all night, please eat some."

Huo Mingzheng hummed.

"Let it go."

Uncle Luo put down the dinner plate with an exclamation.

Huo Mingzheng didn't pay attention to the bowl of noodles at first. He just smelled the aroma. It was not like the noodles made by professional chefs. You must know that the chefs in the manor are the highest in the industry. A bowl of noodles faced them. It's too simple.

His hand that turned over the documents paused, his fingers clenched inadvertently, and his eyes fell on the bowl of noodles.

Both Cao Fang and Uncle Luo are good at cooking.

This bowl of noodles, which looked "unpalatable", clearly wasn't made by them.

"Boiled by Yan Yan?" When he said this, his tone was very calm, not like a question, and there was an element of certainty in his heart.

Uncle Luo's face lit up with joy, "That's not what I said."

Just half an hour ago.

After Fu Yan ordered Uncle Luo to let the chef cook a bowl of noodles for Huo Mingzheng, and was about to go upstairs, the scene of Huo Mingzheng holding her from behind during the day flashed in his mind, saying that he was jealous.

That broken feeling of grievance scratched her like a cat's claws.

She wanted to take a step forward, and the feeling bound her heart more clearly.

Finally she stopped and walked towards the kitchen.

A sentence popped out of his mouth: "It's so annoying!"

Uncle Luo quickly followed, "Miss Fu?"

"It's okay, Uncle Luo, don't bother the chef." Fu Yan opened the kitchen door, found a clean apron in the cabinet and put it on.

How could Uncle Luo not guess her intentions after seeing this battle? He originally wanted to help, wash the dishes, crack eggs, etc., but when he thought of Miss Fu doing it herself, Mr. Huo would definitely be elated if he knew about it. , maybe I can sleep well tonight.

So Uncle Luo stood aside with a particularly "not" discerning attitude, watching Fu Yan busy in a corner in the kitchen.

I thought to myself, this girl really doesn’t know how to cook.

Seeing a bowl of noodles that didn't look good but was full of sincerity, Uncle Luo couldn't help but say to Fu Yan, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Fu."

Fu Yan took off his apron and washed his hands, "Serve it to him. Don't say I cooked it."

Uncle Luo thought to himself that there were not many people in the entire manor who couldn't cook, and people who couldn't cook were not qualified to cook for Mr. Huo.

How could Mr. Huo not guess this with his mind?

But he agreed verbally, "Okay, Miss Fu."

The conscience of heaven and earth, Mr. Huo guessed it by himself now, but he didn't say a word.

He smiled and said, "Miss Fu didn't let me tell you."

The corners of Huo Minzheng's mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't put them down for a while.

He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles. There must have been less water when cooking the noodles, so the noodles turned into a lump. Huo Mingzheng stirred them up with his chopsticks and then managed to separate them.

Uncle Luo looked at the face that had been glued with 502 glue and felt ashamed. Miss Fu really had no talent.

Huo Mingzheng took a mouthful of noodles, pursed his thin lips, said nothing, and continued to take the second bite.

After taking five bites, his voice became slightly hoarse and he said, "Bring me a glass of water."

After Uncle Luo went out, Huo Minzheng cleared his throat.

Uncle Luo could hear it at the door, and he thought it was because the noodles were too salty and it was hard on his throat?

When he returned to the study, Huo Minzheng had already eaten the entire bowl of noodles. He took the water glass and drank a glass of water in one gulp. You can imagine how thirsty he was.

"It's okay, you go and have a rest." Huo Minzheng put the water glass back on the dinner plate.

Uncle Luo exclaimed, just about to leave the study.

Huo Mingzheng's voice came from behind him, "Don't let Yan Yan know that it will dampen her enthusiasm."

"Okay, Mr. Huo, I will never say anything."

Silently closing the study door, Uncle Luo raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably. Mr. Huo was becoming more and more considerate towards Miss Fu, and he was even worried about dampening Miss Fu's enthusiasm.

"Uncle Luo, what are you muttering about?"

The sudden voice startled Uncle Luo. He looked up and saw Fu Yan standing there at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, holding a water glass in his hand.

She clearly said she was going upstairs to take a shower and rest. After such a long time, her clothes were still the same, and even her makeup was still on. She looked like she was waiting for something.

He smiled and said, "Miss Fu, do you want some water?"

Uncle Luo saw through it but didn't say it. Miss Fu must have wanted to see if Mr. Huo had eaten it.

Otherwise, she could drink water in her room on the third floor, so why bother coming downstairs.

Fu Yan hummed, "Has he finished eating?"

Uncle Luo nodded and looked at the bowl on the dinner plate for Fu Yan, "There is no soup base left."

Even though he could tell at a glance and knew that Uncle Luo had added such a sentence intentionally, Fu Yan still had an indescribable feeling of boredom in his heart.

She pretended not to care, "You didn't spill the beans, did you?"

Uncle Luo couldn't say that Mr. Huo guessed it from the first sight of the bowl of noodles, and said without changing his face: "I didn't tell you, Mr. Huo didn't know."

That's good.

Fu Yan came downstairs and said, "You have worked hard. Go and rest."

Uncle Luo nodded and went downstairs with Fu Yan.

Fu Yan stood in front of the bar and poured water. The phone in his pocket rang. It was a WeChat message.

Sent by Huo Yuanshi: [I just finished taking the film. I have a slight lung infection. It’s okay. Don’t worry. 】

Fu Yan had told him before he came back that he must go to the hospital to take a X-ray to see a professional doctor. Huo Yuanshi also sent the X-ray via WeChat, and the bottom part did show a lung infection.

She held a water glass in one hand and replied to the message with the other: [Pay attention to rest. 】

Almost a second after the message was sent, Huo Yuanshi replied to her: "Well, you too." Good night. 】

Fu Yan put his phone back in his pocket. The servants in the manor also took a rest one after another. It was very quiet now.

She went upstairs and pushed the door open, and it opened as soon as she pushed it.

Fu Yan's hand paused.

I clearly remember closing the door before leaving.

Did she remember it wrong?

But she didn't take such trivial matters to heart. Anyway, this was the famous residence of Jinling, the place where Huo Mingzheng lived. No matter how powerful the mysterious man was, he couldn't come to this place quietly.

She closed the door with her backhand, and suddenly a strong hand circled her waist. Then the other hand put another hand on the back of her head and pressed her against the door.

She was so frightened that her whole body tensed up, and just as she was about to scream, a man's hoarse and deep voice came to her ears: "Yanyan, it's me."

It's Huo Mingzheng!

Fu Yan was hit so hard that he almost couldn't hold the water glass in his hand and the water spilled out.

Huo Minzheng freed up a hand, took the water glass and put it on the low table aside.

When Fu Yan entered the room before, he did not turn on the main light, but only turned on a light strip that was not very bright on one side. The light in the room was warm and yellow, and Huo Minzheng's face, so close at hand, seemed to be under dusk, and every line looked deep.

He pressed down and pressed his forehead against hers. His voice was hoarse than before, "Why did you go there for so long?"