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

Fu Yan was taken out of bed by Huo Mingzheng early in the morning. She slept deeply last night and didn't know that Huo Mingzheng had gone out late at night.

Huo Minzheng personally changed her clothes and then took her to the bathroom to wash up.

Seeing the man in front of her washing her face, Fu Yan had the illusion that she was in a deep dream, until Huo Minzheng chuckled and kissed her on the lips, "Are you asleep?"

"What time is it now?" Fu Yan breathed slowly.

"Six-thirty." Huo Minzheng handed her the toothbrush. "After washing up, we will leave for the airport. It won't be too late to arrive in Guangcheng."

Seeing that she didn't seem to react, Huo Minzheng rubbed her hair and said, "Don't you want to go back and visit your father's grave?"

The sleepiness in Fu Yan's eyes suddenly disappeared, and unexpected joy appeared on his face.

These days are the Qingming Festival holiday. She originally planned to go to Lyon to find her mother two days ago, and rush back to Guangcheng today to visit her father's grave. But because of the mysterious man, she can't do any of these things.

She wouldn't cause Huo Mingzheng any trouble at this juncture, so she never mentioned it.

It wasn't until she was sitting on the sofa on the private plane that she realized that Huo Mingzheng was not an impromptu act.

Private jet routes need to be applied for in advance, and they don't just leave, so Huo Mingzheng had already prepared to take her back to Guangcheng.

"Huo Mingzheng."

Fu Yan was held in Huo Mingzheng's arms. She looked up at him. All she could see was the man's cold Adam's apple and smooth mandibles.

"Huh?" He looked down at her.

"Thank you."

Huo Minzheng looked at the warmth in her eyes and guessed why she suddenly said thank you. He couldn't help but hug her tighter, "You and I don't need to say this."

The corners of Fu Yan's mouth curled up, "Did you like me a long time ago? You took me to Guangcheng on New Year's Eve when I was fourteen. You didn't have anything to do at all, but just for me, right?"

The morning glow slanted in from the window of the plane that had not yet taken off, and the touch of red fell behind Huo Mingzheng's ears, like a blush, and Fu Yan was fascinated by it.

She was just about to get up and check if Huo Mingzheng was blushing.

However, the next second, Huo Minzheng held her down and took out a thin blanket to cover her body without warning, "Aren't you sleepy? Get some sleep. I'll call you when I get to Guangcheng."

"Let me ask you something..."

Huo Mingzheng suddenly lowered his head and blocked her mouth, blocking out her unspoken words. After grinding their lips and tongues together, he sighed, as if he had given up, and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

Just when Fu Yan thought he couldn't get any answer, he heard a soft voice from a man: "Yes."

"what?"

Huo Minzheng's voice was hoarse: "Your question."

——Did you like me a long time ago? When I was fourteen years old, you took me to Guangcheng on New Year's Eve. You didn't have anything to do at all, but you made the trip just for me, right?

--Um.

Fu Yan felt like a cluster of fireworks blooming in her heart, and even her eyes were filled with smiles. She held Huo Mingzheng's face and moved it slightly so that she could see his face clearly.

Those dark jade-like eyes reflected her face.

Huo Minzheng grabbed her hand away with a normal expression, then pressed her head on his chest, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Fu Yan pressed against his chest, listening to Huo Minzheng's heartbeat that was obviously faster than usual. She pressed her body against his chest and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She didn't expect that the arrogant Mr. Huo could be shy sometimes.

Leaning on the man's chest and pillowing his arms, Fu Yan fell asleep after a while.

After getting off the plane, Huo Mingzheng arranged a car to pick them up.

The car stopped at the foot of the granite steps of the cemetery, and a bodyguard got out of another car.

"Miss Fu."

The bodyguard handed Fu Yan a bunch of green lisianthus.

She looked at Huo Minzheng unexpectedly.

Green lisianthus was her father's favorite flower during his lifetime, and Fu Yan would bring this flower every year when he came to pay homage to his father.

The man held her hand tightly and walked towards the steps, "You said it before."

Fu Yan really couldn't remember exactly when she said it, but Huo Minzheng's memory was so good that he seemed to remember everything she said.

She didn't dare to think about those things before, but now looking back, there are many details hidden in her relationship with Huo Minzheng, which are all Huo Minzheng's unexpressed love.

Fu Yan's heart felt instantly filled, and she couldn't help but hold Huo Mingzheng's hand.

The man's fingertips froze slightly, and then he held her tightly, "Be careful of the steps, your flatness..."

Fu Yan covered his mouth in time and glared at him. With so many people present, he wanted to expose her flat feet again.

With a narrow smile hidden in his eyes, Huo Minzheng kissed her palm and grabbed her hand away, "I won't tease you."

Today is Qingming Festival, and there are many people coming to visit the tomb. Huo Minzheng held Fu Yan's hand and protected her throughout the whole process. When he was almost in front of Fu Yan's father's tombstone, he dismissed the bodyguards, leaving Cao Fang and Cao Yuan behind.

Originally, Huo Mingzheng gave Cao Yuan two days' leave so that he could have time to do his own things. However, Cao Yuan knew that these were extraordinary times and he wanted to protect Huo Mingzheng's safety. He didn't need a vacation or anything like that.

Because according to the inference, the mysterious man attacked people who had hurt Fu Yan or tried to do evil things against Yan. According to logical relationships, Mr. Huo had also been the person who hurt Fu Yan, but the mysterious man had not yet taken action.

So he was worried.

When Fu Yan walked to his father's tombstone, he froze.

Because on the dark gray tombstone, there was a bouquet of flowers, the same green lisianthus in her hand.

Huo Mingzheng also saw the bouquet of flowers.

From Fu Yan's stunned expression, he seemed to have noticed something, and he signaled to Cao Fang with his eyes.

Cao Fang strode over and picked up the bouquet of flowers. The flowers were still very fresh, and there were water drops on the petals. The temperature in Guangcheng was much higher than in Nancheng. It was a sunny day, and there were still water drops on the petals.

"Mr. Huo, this flower should have been put down not long ago."

Cao Fang handed the bouquet of flowers to Huo Mingzheng.

Fu Yan looked at the bouquet of flowers and said, "My dad has no brothers or sisters. Although the neighbors got along well in the past, no one has ever come to worship him. My mom and dad don't have a good relationship, let alone ask anyone to come." Send flowers.”

It has been so many years since my father passed away, but my mother has never been here once. It is not because of the Huo family, but because she has never taken it to heart at all.

A horrifying thought emerged from the back of her mind.

Fu Yan took a deep breath, "Could it be a mysterious person?"

Huo Minzheng held the bouquet in his hand and looked around. There was nothing special about it. Flowers cannot leave fingerprint information.

He put down the flowers, held Fu Yan's hand tightly, and looked around with the scorching sun above his head.

There were people visiting the tomb in front and behind, and everyone spoke quietly. The surroundings seemed quiet, with the occasional bird chirping, but there was no unusual atmosphere.