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

After having lunch in Guangcheng that day, Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng set off back to Nancheng.

After getting off the plane, Fu Yan looked at the rain outside. Unexpectedly, it was sunny in Guangcheng, but it was raining in Nancheng.

It was already evening when we returned to the famous residence in Jinling.

Uncle Luo greeted them at the porch, "Mr. Huo, Miss Fu."

Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan's hand and got out of the car.

Uncle Luo asked: "The kitchen has prepared some food."

Fu Yan shook his head and said with a normal expression, "I'm not hungry. I'll go upstairs and take a shower first."

"Mr. Huo, are you tired, Miss Fu?" Uncle Luo asked.

Huo Minzheng's eyes fell on Fu Yan's back and he hummed coolly.

Fu Yan slept on the plane. After returning to the room and taking a shower, she was not sleepy at all. Coupled with the bouquet of flowers she saw in front of her father's tombstone today, she was still frightened.

If it is really the mysterious man, what does he want to do?

Do you want to tell her that he can't escape from his grasp?

She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice that the bathroom door was pushed in from the outside, until a warm hand wrapped her hand, "Yan Yan."

Even though she was calm enough, her body still became tense for a moment. Huo Minzheng realized that she was scared, took the hair dryer away from her hand, picked her up and put her on the sink, looking into her eyes.

"I am here."

Fu Yan rushed over and hugged Huo Mingzheng, pressing his face against his chest without saying anything.

Huo Minzheng turned his head and kissed her forehead with such gentle force, but his eyes in the mirror showed a cold and chilling air.

Thinking of the way she was looking at the mirror in a daze and being frightened, he couldn't help but tighten the hand holding Fu Yan a little harder.

He let Fu Yan lean against his chest, one hand on her waist, and the other hand picked up the hair dryer to dry her hair.

Her hair was soft and silky. When it was half dry, it flowed from his fingers. The unreliable feeling made him frown.

Fu Yan noticed that the man stopped and looked up at him.

Huo Mingzheng put down the hair dryer, "Since you can't sleep, will you accompany me to the study?"

Fu Yan nodded and went to the study room on the second floor with him.

As soon as Fu Yan entered the door, she saw the "cow" window grille stuck on the floor-to-ceiling window glass. She didn't look at it subconsciously, but it was too obvious, as if it was specially posted in a conspicuous place so that people could see it at a glance.

She immediately frowned and said, "Tear it up, it's too ugly."

Especially after such a long time, the red paper has faded and turned light pink after being exposed to the sun for a long time. It is incompatible with the style of the entire study when it is attached to the glass.

This study is usually managed by Uncle Luo himself, but the people who come in and out are not only Uncle Luo, Cao Fang, Cao Yuan, Xiao Ai, but also bodyguards...

Some people have probably guessed that it was her "masterpiece". She must not let this kind of social evil continue.

"It's not ugly," Huo Minzheng took her hand to the desk and said seriously, "It's lifelike. Qin Heng can tell it's a cow at a glance."

Fu Yan took advantage of him to open the drawer and broke away from his hand to tear off the window grilles.

When Huo Mingzheng deliberately put the window grilles high up, she was more than ten centimeters shorter than him and couldn't reach them.

Huo Minzheng stood behind her, looking at her funny way of paddling her feet, and smiled silently, as if stars were flowing in his eyes. He walked over, stood behind her, and grabbed her hand from the glass, "You treat it as if it doesn't exist. Enough."

Fu Yan was caught by him and returned to the desk. Just when she was tearing off the window grilles, Huo Mingzheng spread a piece of rice paper on the table and pressed it with a paperweight.

"Do you want to write?" Fu Yan asked him.

Huo Mingzheng said: "What happened when I was thirteen years old caused me to be very emotionally unstable in those years. My father told me a way to write calligraphy with calligraphy."

There was a newly opened pen and ink on the table. Huo Minzheng grabbed her hand and asked her to hold the pen holder. "Pull your finger a little higher and let me see how much you copied mine?"

Fu Yan was embarrassed. He still remembered copying his handwriting, "My writing is not as good as yours. It's a waste of such good paper."

The rice paper he used was worth a lot of money per piece.

Huo Minzheng hummed softly, his breath warm against Fu Yan's ear, and he lowered his eyes and looked into her eyes, "Teacher Huo will teach you personally."

The rain was beating outside the window. Inside the window, Huo Minzheng held Fu Yan's hand, picked up a pen, and slowly wrote on the paper: life and death.

Fu Yan's hand trembled.

"Concentrate." Huo Minzheng's breath was steady.

The warmth of his palm was directly and domineeringly pressed against the back of Fu Yan's hand, and his well-joined fingers were wrapped around her. Her whole body was leaning on his arms. The panic and uneasiness she had felt from noon today until just now gradually dissipated, and there was only one thing in her heart: Keep the warmth that Huo Mingzheng brought to her.

As the brush fell, four majestic and powerful words appeared on the rice paper: life and death together.

……

The rain continued from the evening until late at night. In the garden of the suburban villa, several pots of flowers that had not been moved were beaten to pieces by the rain.

Huo Yuanshi sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scattered flowers on the ground, his expression calm and indifferent.

He put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.

It happened that Aji opened the door and came in. He walked forward quickly and patted Huo Yuanshi's back gently, "Mr. Huo."

"No problem." Huo Yuanshi raised his hand.

Aji put down his hand and said, "You shouldn't go to the garden yourself. It's raining so hard and you'll be sick if you get wet. You haven't recovered from your illness yet."

"Those are the flowers I grew with my own hands. Wouldn't it be a pity if they were damaged by the rain?" Huo Yuanshi picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"What do you think of the flowers I raised?"

Aji's eyes paused on his teacup, "The flowers raised by Mr. Huo are naturally the most beautiful."

Huo Yuanshi chuckled, and the shadows of their master and servant were reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Yanyan doesn't seem to like it very much. Last time I took her to the garden, she didn't even look at it."

Aji comforted him: "It rained that day, so Miss Fu didn't have time to see it. You can take her to the garden to take a closer look in the future. The flowers you raised are so beautiful, she will definitely like them."

"Really?" Huo Yuanshi said nothing more.

Aji stood with him in front of the window for a while. Huo Yuanshi knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair twice and asked him: "How is the dog in the kitchen?"

"I obeyed and didn't bite anyone again."

Huo Yuan hummed, "Don't bring stray dogs into the villa again."

"Yes."

After a while, Aji helped him lie on the bed and turned to get him medicine.

The two medicines Huo Yuanshi took before going to bed were prescribed by the hospital a few days ago to treat his lung infection.

Aji put the medicine in the lid, turned around, poured a glass of warm water in, and put it on the bedside table.

Before leaving the room, he reminded Huo Yuan: "Mr. Huo, please remember to take the medicine before going to bed."