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

Fu Yan continued to eat breakfast. When Uncle Luo saw that she was quiet and stopped talking, his heart skipped a beat and he almost started sweating.

Isn't Miss Fu jealous?

This is absolutely impossible.

Just as he opened his mouth to explain, he heard a voice coming from not far away, calling Fu Yan.

Fu Yan turned around and saw that it was Qin Heng who came.

It was late spring in Nancheng. He was wearing a thin blue shirt, with broad shoulders and long legs, and the same outstanding clothes rack as Huo Mingzheng.

"Physician Qin?" Fu Yan stood up.

Qin Heng came over quickly and said, "Don't be so polite. You sit down and have breakfast. I have nothing to do on the weekend, so I'll come over with Xiao Ai."

Fu Yan sat down and said, "Have you eaten? If not, let's come together."

Huo Minzheng made a lot of food, but she couldn't finish it. He knew that she didn't have a big appetite, so he really treated her like a pig.

"I've eaten." Qin Heng glanced at the breakfast in front of her.

There are actually several kinds of Cantonese style breakfast.

"Uncle Luo, have you hired a new chef in your kitchen? Why did you change the style?"

Uncle Luo smiled and said, "Mr. Huo did it."

Qin Heng hissed and muttered: "He has never been in the kitchen before."

Now it's actually rolled up like this.

Either make porridge or noodles, learn Guangcheng cuisine, and now you can even make breakfast?

He pulled out a chair and sat diagonally across from Fu Yan.

"Dr. Qin, would you like something to drink?" Uncle Luo asked.

This Doctor Qin is really a living Bodhisattva. Just as he was about to explain to Miss Fu that Doctor Xiao did not come alone but with Doctor Qin, this Doctor Qin appeared.

"Coffee bar." Qin Heng casually ordered one.

He didn't really come to drink coffee. It was Huo Mingzheng who asked him to accompany Xiao Ai last night. Now he was also following Huo Mingzheng's order to appear in front of Fu Yan to prevent her from misunderstanding.

Huo Mingzheng now, in his words, is making a fuss out of a molehill.

But can he refuse his brother's request?

Qin Heng cleared his throat, "Uncle Luo, where is Cao Fang?"

Uncle Luo came over with coffee and was stunned for a moment. Don't you know where Cao Fang is? Didn't you just come out of Mr. Huo's study?

But he reacted immediately, glanced at Fu Yan who was engrossed in breakfast, and slightly raised his voice: "Fang'er, he is in the study with Mr. Huo."

"Oh, I also asked why I didn't see him." Qin Heng took the coffee and raised an eyebrow at Uncle Luo.

Uncle Luo gave him an 'I understand you' expression in return. This was to tell Miss Fu that Mr. Huo and Dr. Xiao were not alone in the same room.

After a while, Fu Yan stood up and said to them, "I'm full, you can chat slowly."

Fu Yan did not return to the room on the third floor. Instead, she took a book she had not finished reading yesterday and went to the garden.

It is a cloudy day in Nancheng today, the sun is not dazzling, and the breeze blows in from the windows of the glass greenhouse, which is particularly comfortable and comfortable.

She leaned on the swing and read the obscure French in the book intermittently. She fell asleep unconsciously and yawned several times.

After Huo Mingzheng finished the treatment, he ordered Cao Fang to entertain Xiao Ai, while he went to the bedroom on the third floor, but did not see Fu Yan.

He walked to the window and saw the figure in the glass flower room.

When he came downstairs, he saw Fu Yan leaning on the soft pillow of the swing, about to fall asleep.

The swing was installed after she moved in. It was shaped like a bird's nest and wrapped her securely inside.

Her long hair was spread down and hung to one side, blown by the breeze, like seaweed rippling in the sea.

"Mr. Huo, Miss Fu..." Uncle Luo was about to ask whether Miss Fu would catch a cold if she slept like this.

Huo Minzheng raised his hand to signal him to be silent.

Uncle Luo understood and retreated.

Huo Minzheng walked over slowly. He stood in front of Fu Yan, blocking the ray of sunlight that hit her eyelids behind him. He leaned down and touched the tip of her nose gently.

"Rouge?"

Fu Yan, who was sleeping peacefully, had a slight upward movement of the corners of his mouth, which was fleeting.

The corners of Huo Mingzheng's mouth also curved up. He leaned over, put one hand on the side of her face, and kissed her on the lips.

"Really asleep?"

Fu Yan opened his eyes, looked into Huo Mingzheng's smiling eyes, and slapped Huo Mingzheng's hand away in anger, "You did it on purpose."

"If you want to blame me, I blame my poor acting skills." The smile in Huo Minzheng's eyes deepened, he took the book away from Fu Yan, sat next to her, and held her in his arms.

Fu Yan leaned on his chest, "I listened to a play while eating breakfast. Do you want to know what the play was?"

"What?" Huo Minzheng folded her hand on his, closed his fingers, and wrapped her hand tightly.

Fu Yan stood up and knelt down in front of him. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's a double act. Didn't you hear what Imperial Physician Qin and Uncle Luo sang? I almost burst out laughing."

Huo Minzheng sighed helplessly when he thought of that scene, with a smile on his lips.

"I will improve their acting skills in the future." He tucked a strand of Fu Yan's hair behind his ear.

Fu Yan lay back in Huo Minzheng's arms and pretended to sigh, "But this play should also be called "There is no silver here, three hundred taels, if you don't have it in your heart..."

Huo Minzheng picked her up and looked into her eyes, "Is there anything on your mind?"

His eyes were focused and serious, gentle and domineering, looking at her without blinking, as if he wanted to look into her heart.

Fu Yan's heart beat wildly at the look in his eyes, and then she saw something akin to grievance in Huo Minzheng's eyes.

Fu Yan said harshly, "If you have nothing wrong with you, why are you afraid that I will misunderstand you?"

Her hand was still held by Huo Minzheng. As her words fell, he held her tighter, as if he was afraid that she would pull her hand away.

However, just when she thought Huo Minzheng would say something, he first smiled softly, and then, with a slight exertion on his wrist, he pulled her over and held her in his arms, his warm breath caressing the shell of her ear.

"You are indeed jealous."

Fu Yan still wanted to be harsh, but Huo Minzheng held her so tightly, his heartbeat was steady and strong, and his breath was everywhere, telling her that the man holding her at the moment only had her in his heart from beginning to end.

Admit it, Fu Yan.

"I'm just jealous. What's wrong with you?" Fu Yan's voice softened.

There is no deterrence at all.

Huo Minzheng's smile deepened and he hugged her tighter, "What do you think we should do?"

As the breeze blew by, Fu Yan leaned against Huo Mingzheng's chest and placed the original foreign book in Huo Mingzheng's hand, "Didn't you say you would teach me French for free?"

Huo Mingzheng opened the book in his hand, which was "Sonnets to Helen" by French poet Pierre de Ronsard. There was some sentimentality in it.

"Free teaching is fine, but should you call me teacher?"

Fu Yan said three words in a low voice and quickly.

Huo Minzheng pretended not to hear clearly, "What?"

Fu Yan got up and said in his ear: "Teacher Huo, please teach me."

She spoke softly, a little embarrassed, and her voice was thin and soft, like a feather flying from the top of Huo Mingzheng's heart.

He pinched her waist and cleared his throat, "Sit tight and listen carefully."

That night, Teacher Huo taught Fu Yan some other things. While others taught and solved doubts, he taught Fu Yan how to undress his beastly nature on the bed...