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

Fu Yan felt secretly happy and poked his waist with his fingers, "From now on I will only wear it for you to see."

Huo Mingzheng's palm suddenly grabbed her rebellious hand.

Fu Yan felt his breathing sink, and knew that he must be thinking about the content of the Eighteen Bans in his mind. Fortunately, her stomach growled in time, calling back "Teacher Huo's" reason.

"Drink some porridge first." Huo Mingzheng turned around and opened the lid of the casserole.

Fu Yan poked his head out from behind him and said, "Teacher Huo started a small stove for me again."

"Why don't you continue calling me second brother?"

Fu Yan rubbed his back, "I don't understand why you like to hear me call you second brother?"

In the past, she thought Huo Mingzheng might have that hobby.

Because since she was a child, she had heard stories about people in positions of authority changing their personalities and developing special hobbies due to great pressure.

But Huo Mingzheng didn't ask her to do anything excessive except being violent on the bed.

So it can be denied that he has special hobbies.

Huo Minzheng turned around, held her face with both hands, lowered his head and kissed her lips that were already red from his kiss, and whispered: "Because she is very good."

Because when she called her second brother, she looked particularly well-behaved, which always gave him a crazy thought that he wanted to rub into his flesh and blood.

Fu Yan's lip was bitten by him in the evening and it hurt a little. She pushed him away and changed the subject, "I'm hungry, second brother."

Huo Mingzheng chuckled, turned around, picked up the casserole, raised his chin, and motioned to her: "Get a small bowl and a spoon."

Fu Yan took something and followed him, sitting at the dining table. In front of him was a fragrant raw beef porridge with chopped green onions and coriander.

"Don't you want to eat it?" Huo Mingzheng doesn't eat onions or coriander.

Huo Mingzheng picked up the small bowl and spoon, filled half of the bowl and put it in front of her, "I've eaten it. This is specially made for you."

Fu Yan tasted the taste and looked at Huo Mingzheng in surprise.

This taste has been gone for too long.

It actually tasted exactly like the one she remembered. It was the taste of the store where her father took her to eat when she was a child.

It even tastes more authentic than the Wangji porridge shop in the night market.

She had told Ji Lin before that although the porridge at Wangji Porridge Shop was the best she had ever tasted in Nancheng, it still tasted a little different from what she had eaten when she was a child.

"Didn't you learn from Aunt Wang?" she asked doubtfully.

Because when he mentioned Wang Ji at Zurich University Hospital, he didn't explain anything. She thought he was looking for Aunt Wang to learn from him.

Huo Mingzheng took a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, "I went to Guangzhou to learn it."

Fu Yan's hand holding the spoon paused, "Going to Guangcheng?"

Huo Minzheng took the spoon from her hand, scraped a small spoonful of porridge on the surface, and handed it to her mouth. Fu Yan opened her mouth obediently.

"Last year I sent you back to Guangcheng to pay homage to your father. I found the store you went to when you were a child, spent some money, and asked the boss to teach me."

Fu Yan chewed the beef in his mouth and recalled the events of last year bit by bit.

Last year, she was almost injured by Shen Wei's mistress and was injected with drugs and admitted to Qin Heng's hospital. At that time, she thought she would not be able to return to Guangcheng to pay respects on her father's death anniversary. Unexpectedly, when she woke up, she was already sitting on the Huo Mingzheng's private jet.

But at that time Huo Mingzheng said that he was going to Guangcheng on a business trip and would take her there...

It turned out that he was not on a business trip.

Fu Yan suddenly had mixed emotions in his heart. Huo Minzheng really didn't want to say anything.

but……

"How do you know that store?"

Huo Mingzheng scraped another spoonful of porridge and handed it to her mouth, "On New Year's Eve ten years ago, I accompanied you back to Guangcheng. You talked a lot on the plane and mentioned that shop."

In his eyes that night, she was really happy. She was smiling the brightest since she entered the Huo family with her mother.

Speaking of Guangcheng, she has endless childhood memories.

He whispered: "I said, I remember a lot of what you said."

Fu Yan was absent-minded and didn't notice that the spoon was brought to her mouth. Her lips trembled slightly and she accidentally bit the spoon. It didn't hurt. Her teeth were only slightly sore, but the sour feeling instantly rushed to her eyes. She lowered her head. head.

"Does the bite hurt?" Huo Minzheng immediately threw away the spoon and went to lift her face.

Fu Yan suddenly hugged him, "Huo Minzheng, I find that I can't live without you more and more."

How could he be like this, telling her nothing, yet silently doing so much for him.

If she didn't ask, he probably wouldn't take the initiative to mention these things.

His mouth...

She really loves and hates it.

Huo Mingzheng's heart suddenly tightened. The word "leave" stirred a certain nerve in his brain. He couldn't help but hug Fu Yan tightly, as if out of instinctive reaction, he held her tightly like he was holding on to his own life. Keep control.

Until Fu Yan took a breath and cried out in pain.

Only then did he realize what he was doing, and subconsciously let go of the arm that was holding her, but he didn't want her to see anything strange. He gently smoothed her hair behind her head, "Then don't leave me, Yan Yan." ."

Fu Yan snorted in his arms, "Don't leave."

Even after getting her affirmative answer, Huo Mingzheng still didn't feel any relief in his chest.

But he calmly restrained himself, and Fu Yan didn't notice anything strange.

After eating two small bowls of porridge with Fu Yan, he took Fu Yan upstairs and read her a few French poems to coax her to sleep.

The midnight bell rang.

Huo Mingzheng hugged Fu Yan, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and the hand on the bedside table started to vibrate.

He opened his eyes at the first moment, grabbed the phone sideways and took a look.

The caller ID showed a string of phone numbers that were obviously not domestic.

A glimmer of light flashed deep in Huo Minzheng's eyes.

He recognized this number immediately.

He quietly let go of Fu Yan, left the room and walked to the terrace before picking up the phone.

It's around five o'clock in the evening in Zurich.

According to the custom of the Romont family, it was not yet dinner time.

The moment the call was connected, Huo Minzheng said calmly: "Grandpa."

There was an old voice on the other end of the phone, "Ming Zheng, did it bother you to take a rest?"

"No." Huo Minzheng walked to the guardrail and stood there, placing one hand on the wooden railing.

It had just rained, and now the showers were beginning to subside, and the breeze was very cool.

The old man smiled and said, "Let's bring Miss Fu to Zurich in early July. The Zurich Festival is held every three years and is very lively."

The Romont family will not have any news about him, a topic that is making a lot of noise in the country.

This was within Huo Mingzheng's expectation. Even so, he would choose to make it public to give Fu Yan a sufficient sense of security.

The moon was looming behind the clouds. Huo Minzheng squinted his eyes, but no light could shine through them.

"it is good."