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

The two arrived at the doctor's office together, and the doctor turned the computer screen to face them.

"Mr. Huo's results are pretty good."

Fu Yan stared at the image on the computer screen carefully, concentrating on it and not missing any detail.

In fact, she couldn't understand it. Ordinary people wouldn't explore this kind of image at all. Even if there was anything unusual on it, she probably wouldn't be able to tell.

But the doctor said the result was good, so there should be no problem.

This was indeed the case, but she couldn't explain why, and she always felt uneasy.

"Are you still worried?" Huo Minzheng turned the computer screen back and looked at Fu Yan at leisure.

"You won't collude with the doctor to lie to me, right?" She looked at Huo Mingzheng.

The doctor was wearing a mask and was slightly startled when he heard this. But fortunately, he was wearing a mask and no one noticed anything unusual. His voice was muffled, "Don't worry, Miss Fu. Mr. Huo is fine."

Huo Minzheng took her hand and walked out, "What purpose do I need to collude with the doctor to lie to you?"

"You don't want me to worry." Fu Yan subconsciously squeezed his hand.

Huo Mingzheng felt the warmth of her palms. Her hands had not been warm since he went in to check.

In the summer, she was afraid of heat, and her palms were relatively warm. Every time she put her hands on his waist, he mistakenly thought she had a fever.

Only when she was extremely nervous did her palms get cold.

Thinking of how she was sitting outside the CT room just now, waiting anxiously, Huo Mingzheng felt as if a needle had pricked his heart.

The strong sense of suffocation made his chest suffocate, and his headache became more severe.

He calmly lowered the look in his eyes. There was nothing strange about the hand clenched by Fu Yan. His fingers quietly passed through her fingers and interlocked with hers.

"If something really happened, would I still need to lie to you?"

Fu Yan stopped and said, "Huh? What do you mean?"

Huo Minzheng laughed softly and slowly, "I like to see you nervous about me."

Fu Yan really wanted to scold him, but when the words came to his lips, he turned into: "I am always worried about you, so don't imitate other people's tricks."

Her focus was on the second half of the sentence, but Huo Mingzheng extracted the key words of the first half.

As the elevator descended slowly, he quickly took her into his arms, and before lowering his head to kiss her, he said softly: "Turn around."

Cao Fang understood and turned around without changing his expression.

He forgot that the inner wall of the elevator car was reflective. When he saw the reflections of Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan, he quickly closed his eyes. He was really afraid of getting needle eyes and couldn't see some things.

When Fu Yan responded that Huo Mingzheng asked Cao Fang to turn around, his face suddenly turned red. Huo Mingzheng must be crazy!

But fortunately, Huo Mingzheng is not an impolite person. He only tasted it briefly. I don't know if he counted the time silently in his heart. The moment the elevator door opened, his lips moved away.

Looking at her angry face, Huo Minzheng smiled at the corners of his eyes, with an undisguised sense of accomplishment on his face.

His warm fingertips gently rubbed her earlobe, "The bitter meat trick is Brother Dong's trick. I won't imitate him."

Fu Yan saw that he still wanted to tease her, and when he thought of how violent and unrestrained he was in bed, what could happen to such a body?

Huo Mingzheng is not so lustful that he is so faint.

Thinking of this, all her worries disappeared. She held his arm and said, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork with pineapple for lunch."

"Do."

After returning to Mingyu Mansion, Fu Yan took advantage of Huo Mingzheng to go to the kitchen and quietly walked to the garden.

Huo Mingzheng was tinkering with something in the garden in the morning. He didn't tell her, so she had to go and see it in person.

As a result, she did not expect that a piece of the precious flowers and plants originally planted in the garden had been pulled out. The sunlight on that piece of land was very short, and the sun would be gone by noon, so it would not be too sunny.

At this moment, a flower seedling was cut.

Fu Yan squatted in front of the flower seedlings. She liked flowers and recognized them at a glance as rose seedlings.

roses...

Is it a rouge rose?

Fu Yan looked at the dozens of flower seedlings cut in front of her, and the back of Huo Minzheng appeared in her mind.

Her eyes trembled, and an idea burst out of the depths of her mind.

He planted it with his own hands.

In the kitchen, Huo Mingzheng was preparing ingredients for lunch.

Just now Fu Yan said she wanted to help him wash the vegetables, so he took her out and put her on the sofa. He stuffed a few bags of snacks and flower and fruit tea made by Uncle Luo himself into her arms, and told her to eat less snacks and drink more tea. Then I turned on the TV for her and waited for dinner.

He had excellent hearing, and after the water flow stopped, the laughter from the TV could be faintly heard in the living room. It was the variety show she liked to watch.

However, her laughter was not heard.

are you asleep?

Huo Minzheng wiped his hands and was about to go out for a look. Uncle Luo walked to the door of the kitchen and brought him a glass of water, "Mr. Huo, Miss Fu went to the garden to see the rouge roses you planted."

The man paused.

He turned around and walked to the other side of the kitchen, which was the area dedicated to making pastries. He stood in front of the window, opened the blinds, and looked at the back in the garden.

At this moment, she was not looking at the scene of roses, but was squatting on a piece of grass, not knowing what she was doing.

Huo Minzheng raised his eyes to look at the sky and told Uncle Luo, "Ask someone to hold an umbrella for her."

Her skin is delicate and gets red easily from the sun.

Uncle Luo said yes, but his eyes fell on the dishes on the cooking table and he hesitated, "I'll help you."

"Need not."

Huo Mingzheng came to the cupboard with a water glass, took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, poured two pills from it into his mouth, and swallowed it with water.

After putting down the water glass, he put his hands on the countertop and breathed a long sigh of relief. After the medicine took effect and suppressed his headache, he returned to the cooking table.

In the evening, Huo Minzheng turned down invitations from several friends and sat on the terrace watching the stars with Fu Yan in his arms. Fu Yan leaned in his arms and played with his fingers.

Suddenly, he felt Fu Yan putting something on his thumb.

"What?" he asked her softly.

Fu Yan grabbed his hand and lifted it up, placing it under the night sky to admire.

Huo Mingzheng's left thumb had a white mark left by a ring ring he had worn for many years. At this moment, a green grass ring covered half of the white circle.

Huo Minzheng was stunned.

This is……

"Does it look good?" Fu Yan turned to look at him, his eyes sparkling with tiny glints, and he said with a smile, "I learned it from a certain book, and made several mistakes before finally succeeding."

The man chuckled softly, folded his arms and hugged her tighter. Her flirtatious little moves had no idea how much waves they caused in his heart.

He looked at the grass ring on his thumb. It wasn't very delicate, but it wasn't ugly either. It was eye-catching.

He grabbed Fu Yan's hand and pressed it on his chest, "You want to propose to me with just a grass ring?"