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

Huo Minzheng chuckled.

He was not shocked at all, because when Fu Yan came in, he still heard her deliberately slowed down footsteps. What's more, there was a glass window in front of the sink and the light was on in the kitchen. He noticed her tiptoeing. Close your eyes.

The reason why I didn't interrupt her was because I wanted to see what she was going to do.

Unexpectedly, she covered his eyes with her hands, leaned against him, and spoke such words in his ears.

Does she know what such a move means to a man?

The smile on Huo Minzheng's lips deepened, he wiped his hands, grabbed her hands and placed them on his waist. He turned around, put his arms around her waist, and pressed her against his chest.

He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose with his nose, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy to trap this little greedy guy like you."

Fu Yan suppressed a smile and raised his hands to hold the man's face, "So Teacher Huo has a long way to go."

Huo Minzheng liked her little expression very much. He put his forehead against hers and said in a low voice: "Where did you learn these glib words?"

He was so close, and his warm breath blew on her face as he spoke. Fu Yan felt itchy and hot, but he acted like a mischief and hugged her tighter to prevent her from escaping.

Even after so long, even though she and Huo Mingzheng had been unknown to each other for two years, he was still the same as before, and a small gesture would make her heart beat.

Her face gradually turned red and she said harshly: "It's not because Teacher Huo taught well."

"That's not enough," Huo Minzheng kissed her on the lips, "I'll teach you more tonight."

The soup in the casserole was boiling. Huo Minzheng held Fu Yan with one arm and freed up one hand to lower the heat on the gas stove.

Fu Yan smelled it, "It smells like peanut and pig's feet soup."

"Dog nose?" Huo Minzheng chuckled.

Fu Yan held his face and said with a smile: "If you are close to the vermillion, you will be red, and if you are close to the dog, you will have a sharp nose. Don't you understand this?"

Huo Minzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are really getting bolder."

The hand pinched her waist lightly.

I don't know if he did it intentionally or unintentionally, but he pinched Fu Yan's sensitive flesh. Her whole body went soft and she let out a scream subconsciously.

She pressed against him softly, and Huo Minzheng smiled helplessly, "There is nothing we can do."

Fu Yan didn't hear what he said clearly, but felt that the control around her waist suddenly became stronger. Huo Minzheng picked her up and placed her on the dry countertop next to the stove, clasped the back of her head and kissed her.

At this moment, no one of the many servants and bodyguards dared to approach the important area of ​​the kitchen.

Huo Mingzheng put one hand on the table beside Fu Yan. The veins stretched from the back of his hand to his forearm. He restrained the force of kissing her, but still bit Fu Yan's lower lip.

Fu Yan hissed and frowned. Huo Minzheng moved his hand that held the back of her head forward and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Yan's eyes were watery and he shook his head.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

He released his thumb and gently sucked the red patch on her lower lip. The shadows in his eyes gradually dispersed, "Wait for me outside. Dinner will be ready soon."

"I'll stay with you here," Fu Yan refused to leave and took the initiative to grab his hand, "Mr. Huo, please teach me how to cook."

Huo Mingzheng took her off the table and straightened the collar of her messed up shirt, "I won't teach you this. Whatever you want to eat, I will cook it for you when I have time. It's easy to learn a few dishes."

Fu Yan wanted to hit someone after hearing these words, "Do you understand me?"

"Don't take your seat accordingly." Huo Minzheng laughed.

At this moment, Cao Fang, who was talking to Uncle Luo, sneezed three times in a row.

"Have you caught a cold?" Uncle Luo asked with concern.

Cao Fang shook his head, "No, I just feel my nose is itchy."

After he finished speaking, he sneezed again.

"You must have caught a cold." Uncle Luo said in a person's tone.

Cao Fang was silent for a few seconds suspiciously, feeling strange.

Huo Minzheng let Fu Yan follow him. He wanted to ask someone to give her a stool to sit on and just watch from the side, but she refused and just wanted to follow him.

"Why are you back so early today?" Huo Minzheng cut the tomatoes into pieces. Fu Yan liked sweet and sour dishes, and it didn't take long to scramble eggs with tomatoes.

Fu Yan said: "After the ribbon-cutting of the project, I rushed back because I had nothing to do. I just wanted you to see me as soon as you came back."

Huo Mingzheng remembered that today was the official start of the elementary school project that Fu Yan had won in cooperation with the municipal government.

He turned around and looked at her frank face. He didn't know how much ripples his words had caused in his heart. He kissed her on the lips and said, "Why are you so willing to coax me these past two days?"

"Do you like it?" Fu Yan looked up into his eyes.

Huo Mingzheng held her hand and poured egg liquid into the pot. The egg liquid expanded in the oil and made a sizzling sound, covering most of his voice.

But Fu Yan was standing behind him. He blocked the fumes, but he couldn't block the words that penetrated into her heart -

"More than just liking it, little fool."

Fu Yan looked at his side face, and a warm current passed through his heart.

She was willing to coax him because she wanted to make him happy and make him feel less stressed. She knew that his psychological problem had not been solved. Even if he could sleep better by holding her at night, it would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

From the fact that he couldn't help but restrain his strength when he kissed her just now, she could already guess something, even though he pretended so well.

As soon as the genius dawned, Huo Minzheng glanced at Fu Yan, who was still sleeping in his arms, let go of her gently, and then left the room.

The lights in the corridor were still on. Huo Mingzheng pushed open the glass door of the terrace and walked to the fence. What he saw was a mist.

Huo Mingzheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Suddenly the phone rang.

At the same time, he saw Cao Fang coming from the annex building, holding a mobile phone and calling him.

When he saw Huo Mingzheng on the terrace, he quickly hung up the phone, and then hurried to Huo Mingzheng's study on the second floor of the main building.

Huo Minzheng was already sitting on the sofa.

"what's up?"

"Mr. Huo, look." Cao Fang handed the tablet over.

Huo Minzheng held a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke slowly filled the air.

He took the tablet and took a look.

It’s the content on Weibo.

The title of the content is very humiliating——

Wan Wan class Qing.

This is a meme popularized by netizens. It originated from a Qing Dynasty palace drama, and it probably means a substitute.

The accompanying picture shows Fu Yan getting into his car in the company's underground garage. Although the license plate number is blocked by a mosaic, his car is a limited edition in the world and the only one in Nancheng.

There were overwhelming comments on Weibo, saying that Fu Yan looked really like the dead Li Qin.