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

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Huo Minzheng felt the vibration of the sports watch on his wrist. When he opened his eyes, he first looked at the person in his arms.

Even in dim light, his eyesight could see Fu Yan's face clearly in such an environment.

She was sleeping deeply, with the side of her face pressed against his arm, a soft ball.

Huo Ming flexed his arm and turned off the alarm clock on his sports watch.

He usually only wears business watches, and sports watches are only used when working out. But in the middle of the night, he had to rush back to Huo Mansion and set the alarm to avoid waking up Fu Yan, so he put on the sports watch. Only he could feel it. The shock arrived.

Fu Yan unconsciously snuck into Huo Mingzheng's arms. At this moment, she didn't know that Huo Mingzheng was about to leave.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly for a while, coveting these few seconds. When another five minutes passed, he sighed silently, kissed her on the forehead, and then gently kissed her. Lay her down on the pillow.

Who would have thought that he, who has always been decisive in killing, would have such a hard time separating.

No wonder Wenwen Township is called the Tomb of Heroes.

In Qin Heng's words, he has fallen into Fu Yan's hands for the rest of his life.

After getting out of bed, Huo Minzheng moved his aching arms and remembered the ridiculous jokes Qin Heng had told him before.

Qin Heng said that his classmate treated a young couple at the same time.

They were a very loving couple who were in the period of passionate love.

Every night girls cuddle up in boys' arms and sleep on each other's arms. As a result, over time, the boy suffers from frozen shoulder and the girl suffers from cervical spondylosis.

He looked back at Fu Yan who was sleeping soundly. It seemed that he needed to change this habit.

After going downstairs, he went directly to the underground garage. Cao Fang was already standing by the car door. When he got out of the elevator, he happened to see Cao Fang yawning.

When Cao Fang saw Huo Minzheng, he immediately put away his half-yawn and forced tears from his eyes. He moved his face and stretched out his eyelids to make himself look more energetic.

Huo Minzheng walked straight over and got into the back seat of the car, "Didn't I let you rest for half a day?"

"I don't trust others driving." Cao Fang closed the car door and sat in the cab. "I also slept for four or five hours, which is enough."

He slept well. He went back and took a combat bath and fell asleep in bed.

That long period of deep sleep was enough for him.

Huo Mingzheng did order him to rest in Mingyu Mansion for half a day and choose a smarter bodyguard for the shift.

Although they were all brought out by him and Cao Yuan and were 100% reliable, he still felt uneasy about leaving such an important matter to others.

After all, who knows if Simon is dead and there is no one else in the Romont family who wants to kill Huo Mingzheng.

Huo Minzheng said nothing and ordered him to drive.

The car slowly drove away from Mingyu's Mansion. There was no sound, but Fu Yan suddenly woke up from her sleep. She subconsciously touched the bedside, and her tentacles were still warm.

There was a lamp on the bedside, and the light was adjusted to the most comfortable brightness.

She sat up from the bed and there was no sound from the bathroom.

Huo Minzheng left.

She was alone in the huge room, and even though there was furniture, she still felt empty.

The layout of the Mingyu Mansion is similar to that of the famous Jinling Mansion. She currently sleeps on the third floor, and the second floor is also the master bedroom area. Apparently Huo Mingzheng sleeps there.

Except for the nanny's room on the first floor, which is occupied by Uncle Luo, the rest of the people live in the annex building.

Fu Yan lay back on the bed, lay on the pillow, and touched the pillow where Huo Mingzheng had been lying on, but he bumped into something.

She grabbed it in her hand and picked it up. It was a puppy doll with white hair and black eyes. It was only the size of her palm. It was very small, and every hair was exquisite.

Fu Yan suddenly remembered that she had cut window grilles in the shape of a puppy at a famous residence in Jinling before, and was recognized by Huo Minzheng. She deliberately teased her and cut them like him. Unexpectedly, he remembered it and actually bought a puppy doll instead. He sleeps with her.

Fu Yan held the little doll in his arms, imagining Huo Mingzheng's appearance, burst out laughing, turned around, and buried his face in the pillow, his heart felt itchy and warm.

"Huo Mingzheng, you are really..."

The next day, Fu Yan went to the restaurant downstairs to have breakfast.

Uncle Luo ordered people to put the breakfast in place, but when Fu Yan looked at her, his eyes immediately averted.

Fu Yan didn't feel anything at first, but then she and Uncle Luo looked at each other, and Uncle Luo always looked away unnaturally, which aroused her curiosity, "Uncle Luo, have you done anything wrong?"

Uncle Luo wondered how this upright girl could stab his heart.

He didn't look at Fu Yan, lowered his head and said without changing his face: "Miss Fu, you have wronged me."

Fu Yan's doubts became more serious, "Look at me and speak."

Uncle Luo looked up at her, his eyes were clear and magnanimous, nothing strange at all. Fu Yan couldn't help but smile as he remembered something.

Uncle Luo was confused.

After breakfast, the bodyguard drove Fu Yan's car under the porch. She took the car keys, got in the car, and said to Uncle Luo with a smile: "Don't be mentally burdened. You can report to him how you want. I I know it was all his idea.”

Uncle Luo's eyes lit up and he felt happy!

Miss Fu did not regard him as a peeping tom. He couldn't help but praise: "Miss Fu's eyes are sharp and she restored my innocence."

"Oh?" Fu Yan's voice was soft and he was suppressing a smile. "No wonder you haven't dared to look into my eyes. You mistakenly thought that I regarded you as a voyeur, right? Is it because Mr. Huo let you take the blame?"

Uncle Luo: "..."

He quickly handed over Fu Yan's bag, "Ms. Fu, go to work quickly. If you keep talking, you'll be late."

Fu Yan looked at him with a frustrated look on his face, wanting her to leave quickly but not daring to show it, and finally couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, Uncle Luo, just tell him that I'm fine with everything."

Looking at the car driving away, Uncle Luo sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Uncle Luo, are you feeling unwell?" a servant passing by asked worriedly.

Uncle Luo let out a long sigh and saw that the servant had not swept away the fallen leaves. In the past, he would have scolded him, but today he thought about it and let it go. No one's money is easy to make.

"It's okay, I just think everyone is having a hard time."

He is so difficult. This "couple" uses him as part of their play, right?

But when he thought about how they were now "husband singing and wife following", Uncle Luo finally felt at ease.

As long as Mr. Huo and Miss Fu have a good relationship, he is willing to take the blame.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and was about to call Huo Mingzheng to report Fu Yan's situation. When he looked at the time and thought that the old man should be cremated at this time, he put the phone back.