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

"Condolences."

Fu Hanlin walked up to Huo Minzheng.

Huo Minzheng nodded slightly, "Thank you very much."

Fu Hanlin had already heard this sentence of thank you once a week ago.

It was after Huo Minzheng was discharged from the hospital that he personally visited the Fu family's old house.

Fu Hanlin had been living in his old house since he was injured and discharged from hospital. His father had gone abroad to travel around the world. He blocked the news of his injury, but he didn't expect that his father would still know about his injury.

His father was worried that the people taking care of him were not considerate, so he had to take care of him personally and make soup for him.

There is no man in the Fu family who is not good at cooking.

The day Huo Minzheng went to the Fu family's old house, he was drinking peanut and pig's trotter soup stewed by his father.

Huo Mingzheng asked Cao Fang to send in some supplements. Fu Hanlin was surprised, "I thought you would hand over a cooperation contract."

"I do think that if I can use the contract to buy out your contribution to Yan Yan, no matter how many pieces, I can take it out at any time." Huo Mingzheng did not hide anything in front of him.

In the past, he thought he would do something like this to bury other people's feelings, but now that Fu Yan is by his side, there is no need for him to do anything to embarrass Fu Hanlin.

And using contracts or money to equate Fu Hanlin's contribution to Yan is a kind of humiliation to Fu Hanlin.

Fu Hanlin curled his lips mockingly, "Aren't you afraid that I will kidnap you morally afterwards?"

Huo Mingzheng was quite confident, "Although Yan Yan seems to be soft-tempered, he doesn't accept moral kidnapping. You can give it a try."

"You know her so well?"

"Believe her."

Fu Hanlin clenched his fingers, his face calm, "You'd better be nice to her and don't give me an opportunity to take advantage of her."

Huo Mingzheng picked up the teacup in front of him and drank all the tea in it. When he stood up, he said, "Thank you."

That day, he thought Huo Mingzheng was leaving after saying those words. Unexpectedly, Huo Mingzheng asked his father, Fu Jianhui, for a recipe for peanut and pig's trotter soup.

No need to think, you know who it is for.

Guangcheng people like to drink soup. Fu Yan has lived in Nancheng for so many years, but he still retains the taste of Guangcheng and likes to drink various soups.

Fu Hanlin gave Mrs. Huo a stick of incense and left.

More and more people came to express condolences, and until late at night, the entire Huo Mansion fell into silence.

Except for a few people who were keeping vigil, the rest of the people who took turns to rest all went back to their houses.

Fu Yan knew that Huo Mingzheng would definitely not be able to come back tonight. She heard from Uncle Luo that Mr. Huo's body would be cremated tomorrow and that the descendants of the Huo family would keep vigil tonight.

And she and her mother had separated from the Huo family. The old man did not want to see their mother and daughter when he was alive, and Fu Yan never thought of going back to see him again after his death.

But she didn't know that while she was lying on the bed tossing and turning, a black Bentley was slowly driving towards Mingyu Mansion.

When Huo Mingzheng entered the room, Uncle Luo was sorting the tableware. He heard the sound of the engine and hurriedly came out of the restaurant, and sure enough he saw Huo Mingzheng.

"Mr. Huo, is everything going well?" He stepped forward and handed Huo Mingzheng a glass of water.

Huo Mingzheng hummed, took the water glass and drank half of it, "Did Yanyan have a good dinner?"

Uncle Luo nodded, "The food was okay, I didn't feel too dazed or distracted."

Huo Minzheng glanced at him faintly, "She knows you are staring at her."

Uncle Luo was stunned, "How did Miss Fu know? Could it be that Mr. Huo betrayed you..."

He changed the subject, "Mr. Huo, did you remind Miss Fu?"

Huo Minzheng said without changing his expression, "She is smart and she guessed it herself."

Uncle Luo looked at his back, why did he not believe it so much?

Mr. Huo must have betrayed him!

What will Miss Fu think of him when she finds out?

Do you think he is a voyeur?

But he clearly followed Mr. Huo's orders. It was Mr. Huo who told him to keep an eye on Miss Fu and not make her unhappy at all. How could he know whether Miss Fu was happy or not if he didn't keep a close eye on her?

Huo Mingzheng went upstairs, and did not go directly to the third floor. Instead, he went to the master bedroom on the second floor, took a shower, put on clean pajamas, and made sure that there was no smell of incense and candles on his body before going to the room on the third floor.

Fu Yan was tossing and turning at first, but then he gradually started to feel sleepy.

But during this time, she and Huo Mingzheng had not been separated. Even in the hospital, they slept in the same bed every night. Although they were sleeping in a room with his breath, they still felt uneasy in their hearts, with no one to hold them. When she fell asleep, she was in a light sleep.

So even though Huo Minzheng opened the door very lightly, she still woke up.

The whole person sat up from the bed.

In the room with the bedside lamp on, Fu Yan was sitting in the middle of the bed, pulling on the thin quilt. Her long hair hung down on the back of her head and shoulders, like soft and silky satin, and the suspenders of her nightgown were vaguely exposed.

Seeing her natural confusion, Huo Minzheng felt so weak in his heart.

She looked at Huo Mingzheng sleepily, thinking she was hallucinating.

Until Huo Minzheng sat in front of her, lowered his head and kissed her, "Why, don't we recognize each other?"

As soon as Fu Yan moved, Huo Minzheng suddenly clasped the back of her head with his big palm, deepened the kiss, pressed her against the bed and kissed her for a while before letting go.

At this juncture, it was his grandfather who died. He had sense and would not do those things with her.

Fu Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Warm and dry fingertips rubbed the end of her eyes, and asked softly: "It's so late, can't you sleep?"

Fu Yan met his eyes, saw the red bloodshot eyes, held his face distressedly, and coaxed him to be happy without any shame, "I miss you so much that I can't sleep."

Huo Minzheng rubbed the end of her eyes with his hand, leaned over her shoulder, and smiled lowly in her ear, "You know how to handle me."

Fu Yan realized what he had said and it was too late to blush. He quickly changed the subject, "Why are you back? Don't you need to keep a vigil?"

He smelled of shower gel and shampoo, and he changed into pajamas.

Huo Minzheng stroked the long hair on the back of her head and whispered in her ear: "I'm afraid that you miss me too much and have insomnia, and I will be blamed for being late for work tomorrow, so I came back to sleep with you."

Fu Yan couldn't bear to hear him speak in such a tone, his ears felt hot and red, and he quickly dug into his arms.

"Okay, go to sleep now!"

Huo Minzheng looked at the embarrassed person in his arms, with a smile in his eyes, and the fatigue of the whole day dissipated.

In this position, he lay down with her in his arms.

He kissed the top of her head and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the dim light, Huo Minzheng turned sideways and held her tightly in his arms.

Fu Yan is timid, has a good memory, and is very good at thinking. He still remembers the scenes of the horror movies he watched many years ago, and will turn on a bedside lamp when he sleeps.

She didn't need a bedside lamp except when he was around.

Because having him by my side makes me feel safe.