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

Huo Mingzheng put down his teacup, stood up and left from the chess and card room. Just as he was about to go upstairs, Fu Yan came down from upstairs.

"Why have you been gone so long?" Huo Minzheng took her hand.

"I've been looking for it for a long time." Fu Yan pretended to complain.

"Where did it fall?"

Fu Yan whispered: "Under the bed."

Huo Minzheng chuckled and said in her ear: "You must have lost your grip on the bedside table and dropped your phone."

Fu Yan stared at him with beautiful eyes, really angry with embarrassment.

If he wasn't so fierce, how could she have no strength?

There was a smile in Huo Minzheng's eyes, and he held her hand tightly, "Let's go eat."

Qin Heng walked out of the chess and card room next to him and glanced at the two tired people. "I said you were absent-minded when playing chess. No wonder netizens want to make fun of you. You really want your wife Shi Benshi."

Fu Yan burst into laughter.

Huo Mingzheng ignored Qin Heng's teasing. There are always people who say grapes are sour because they can't eat the grapes.

He just lowered his eyes and glanced at Fu Yan, who was smiling so hard that his eyes turned into crescent moons, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

After lunch, Qin Heng left. He came here specifically to check on Huo Mingzheng, because Huo Mingzheng had been banned for a month.

Fortunately, he recovered well.

Qin Heng personally told Yan Yan that he could go to work normally, and Fu Yan felt relieved.

Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan's hand and walked with her in the shade of the garden to eat.

Nancheng is already very hot at the end of May, but today is a cloudy day, so it is not that hot.

After taking a walk, Huo Mingzheng held Fu Yan in his arms and studied French on the beauty couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fu Yan has language talent and is willing to learn. He can already communicate in French with Huo Mingzheng. As long as it doesn't involve local slang and some hot memes on the Internet, there is basically no big communication barrier.

Huo Mingzheng brought her the French poetry book he had read many times and said, "It's time for me to accept the results."

"Then I'll show my shame." Fu Yan suppressed a smile.

In the quiet afternoon, tiny patches of light pour in through the half-open windows, and the rustling sound is the wind blowing the leaves.

As Fu Yan spoke, lines of poetry blended into the summer air.

Her pronunciation was taught by Huo Mingzheng himself, and it sounded very nice. Coupled with the blessing of her own timbre, it added a bit of tenderness to the romantic needs.

After reciting a poem, Huo Minzheng held her face and kissed her wantonly.

In the end, the two hugged each other without saying a word.

Looking at the person who was getting sleepy in his arms, Huo Minzheng put the book away, picked her up horizontally, and put her on the bed.

Just as he was about to lie down next to her, Fu Yan suddenly turned around and hugged him tightly.

"Huo Mingzheng."

The man hugged her back and kissed her forehead, "What happened?"

Fu Yan's hand froze.

Huo Minzheng didn't feel any anger or unhappiness. He lay down, took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, "Can't you tell me?"

From the time she came downstairs, he could tell that she was absent-minded. Qin Heng was present at the time, and because she didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to press her.

But with the way she was now, he vaguely felt that things would not be simple.

Fu Yan didn't expect that Huo Mingzheng would see through his disguise so well.

She did think about not telling Huo Mingzheng, but when she thought about it, it was because they were not honest with each other in the past that the relationship between them became further and further apart.

She didn't want to make the same mistake again.

Fu Yan said dumbly: "It's my mother."

"She knows." Huo Minzheng didn't have many surprises.

Even if Song Qingshuang has gone abroad, it is normal for her to pay attention to domestic developments in a foreign country.

Fu Yan hummed, "She doesn't agree with us being together."

Huo Mingzheng hugged her tightly, "I will convince her to agree."

"Don't you ask what I said?" Fu Yan got up from his arms.

Huo Minzheng gave her a calm look, clasped the back of her head with his big palm, and while pressing her head down, he raised his chin and kissed her lips, "I know without asking."

Fu Yan held his chest with both hands, "I don't believe it."

"You must have said that you are inseparable from me."

Fu Yan patted his chest, knowing that he was joking to make her happy, so he pretended to be angry and wanted to leave his arms.

Huo Minzheng retracted his arms, hugged her from behind, turned sideways, and rubbed his chin on her shoulder.

The back is pressed against the chest.

Huo Mingzheng's strong and steady heartbeat gradually calmed Fu Yan's uneasiness.

He said softly: "In one month, we will go to Zurich, and I will go to Lyon in person to explain to her."

Huo Mingzheng had already told Fu Yan about going to Zurich for the holidays in a month and going to the Romont family.

This is why Fu Yan has been studying French more diligently recently.

She roughly looked up the Romont family online. They were a truly noble family with many rules and etiquette. She didn't want to embarrass Huo Mingzheng. The most important thing was that even if it wasn't for Huo Mingzheng, she didn't want to be looked down upon.

Huo Mingzheng waited for her to fall asleep and then called Lyon.

When she heard his voice, Song Qingshuang said angrily: "I will not agree to Yan Yan to be with you!"

After saying that, she immediately hung up the phone.

……

After Qin Heng left Mingyu Mansion, he went to the hospital again.

Coax some kids who just had heart surgery.

Those who can be treated in his hospital are either rich or noble. They are all princesses and princes who are pampered by their families. There are so many people who can coax them.

But they just like Qin Heng.

Qin Heng had previously promised to read them stories during nap time on weekends, but he usually would not break the promise.

In addition, tomorrow is Children's Day, so he went over in advance to give them gifts and asked someone to prepare candies for them to eat.

It was already evening when I left the hospital.

While waiting for the light to turn green, a phone call came in.

He took the time to look at the caller ID. It was his high school classmate and now the director of surgery at Bincheng People's Hospital.

In fact, Qin Heng went abroad after the college entrance examination and had very little contact with his high school classmates. If he hadn't met him at the Northeast Academic Exchange Conference before, he would have had no impression of him.

He picked up the phone.

The man on the other end of the phone spoke immediately, "Qin Heng, this is Ding Yu."

"Yeah, I know, what's wrong?"

Qin Heng connected his cell phone to Langya, the green light came on, and the car turned left.

"There's something I want to ask you for a favor with."

In the past, old classmates would always ask for help. Qin Heng had not encountered this kind of trick before, but Ding Yu was a nice person, so it shouldn't be a trick to him.

"You said."

Ding Yu said: "Our department received a 70-year-old man with heart valve disease, which has caused pulmonary artery disease. The situation is a bit complicated."

Qin Heng frowned slightly. Pulmonary artery disease is indeed relatively rare, but it is not too complicated.

Ding Yu continued: "The main reason is that this old man has some basic diseases. I'm not sure, but if he doesn't have surgery, he won't last long. You are a cardiac surgery expert, so I want to ask..."

"Is he your relative?" Qin Hengren interrupted him now.

In this case, most doctors will adopt conservative treatment. If there are underlying diseases, the risk of surgery will increase, and the probability of complications will also increase.

Unless there are special circumstances, surgery is generally not scheduled.

Unless it is performed by a confident surgical expert.

Ding Yu immediately said: "It's not my relative, it's the grandma of our high school classmate."

"Who?" Qin Heng turned the steering wheel.

"Ji Qing."

Qin Heng slammed on the brakes.