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

Huo Mingzheng stood calmly between Fu Yan and Huo Yuanshi, looking down at the man in the wheelchair.

There is no domineering attitude at all, but the inherent majesty still makes others feel intimidating.

"It seems that brother is in much better health." He chuckled, and the curve of the corners of his lips did not contain any hint of ridicule.

He asked Doctor Cheng to treat Huo Yuanshi in order to repay some kindness.

Huo Yuanshi got better and was able to settle his affairs.

"Well," Huo Yuanshi rolled up the cuff of his right wrist, "Doctor Cheng's medical skills are really superb. He prescribed some medicine for me, and the effect was very obvious after taking it."

"That's good."

Huo Mingzheng glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. It will take another hour for my eldest brother to return to his villa in the suburbs. If he goes back too late and affects your rest, I won't keep you here."

Uncle Luo secretly gave a thumbs up in his mind. Sure enough, it had to be Mr. Huo.

He couldn't say such words.

Huo Yuanshi had planned to leave. If he hadn't come back, he would have left Mingyu Mansion by now.

Huo Yuanshi suppressed his smile and told Dongye, "Let's go."

Then, he glanced at Fu Yan and said warmly: "I'm going back."

"Okay." Fu Yan walked him into the car.

The car turned a corner and the window slowly lowered. Huo Yuanshi's face like the moonlight gradually became clear. He turned back and glanced in the direction of the garden. Huo Mingzheng held Fu Yan's wrist. Fu Yan shook it hard, but couldn't shake it away, so he had to Let the man pull you and sit on the swing.

Only when Fu Yan's face was no longer visible did Huo Yuan raise the car window.

When the car passed the streetlight, the light passed through the window. Huo Yuanshi's face was half clear and half dark.

He rubbed a scar on his left wrist with his right hand and said hoarsely, "Yan Yan is unhappy."

Dongye heard him speaking from the passenger seat, but didn't hear the content clearly. He turned around and asked, "Mr. Huo, what did you say?"

Huo Yuanshi did not answer him, but looked at the night outside the car window.

The thick night seemed to have vitality, getting into his eyes, and the originally indifferent eyes gradually became deep and dark.

In fact, Huo Mingzheng did not forcefully hold Fu Yan, but Fu Yan was angry with him and worried about his health, so he did not resist too much, fearing that his mood would fluctuate too much, so he complied with his wishes and sat down. On the swing.

Huo Minzheng touched the cigarette case in his pocket but did not take it out.

At this moment, Uncle Luo and Cao Fang had already retreated, and they were the only two people left in the garden.

Fu Yan turned to look at the moon in the east, "Why are you back in such a hurry?"

"What do you think?" Huo Minzheng didn't even think about it.

He didn't need to think about it to know that he hurried back after Uncle Luo told him that Huo Yuanshi was here.

He has many and small intentions. Most of them are used to deceive her about the truth. The smaller one is that as long as a man comes close to her, he will be inexplicably jealous.

No, it's not inexplicable.

He once said that his jealousy towards Huo Yuan was well thought out.

Only now did Fu Yan realize that he was really speechless.

Just as she was lost in thought, a warm and dry hand suddenly grabbed her ankle.

She was so shocked that she came back to her senses, lowered her head and saw Huo Minzheng squatting in front of her, taking off one of her high heels.

"Are you tired?" Huo Minzheng put the black stiletto aside and kneaded her ankles and soles with just the right amount of skill.

Fu Yan subconsciously wanted to pull his foot back.

She didn't have sweaty feet, so she wasn't worried about them being sticky, but she had been wearing shoes for a whole day after all. For a person like Huo Mingzheng who has a mysophobia...

he……

Are you coaxing her?

She knew a long time ago that Huo Minzheng seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking.

Sure enough, after this thought appeared in her mind, Huo Minzheng whispered: "Sending you flowers in the morning was to coax you, but not now."

Fu Yan turned his head and looked away, telling himself repeatedly in his heart not to be soft-hearted just because of his words.

But the body reacted instinctively, and the nasal cavity became slightly sour.

Huo Mingzheng took off her other high heel and massaged her feet, "Yan Yan, can I sleep on the third floor tonight?"

Fu Yan's heart felt like an electric current instantly passed through her. She clenched her fingers and said, "It's up to you."

The corners of Huo Minzheng's lips curled up.

But the next second, Fu Yan said: "You are not allowed to hug me, and you are not allowed to sneak close to me. Also, don't forget to take your medicine."

With that said, she broke away from Huo Mingzheng's hand, jumped off the swing with bare feet, and trotted out of the garden.

Huo Mingzheng stood up with her high heels. He watched her stagger and frowned. Just as he was about to catch up, he saw Fu Yan striding towards the house with the tips of her ears red.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he walked in with his long legs.

Uncle Luo saw Fu Yan going upstairs menacingly. Just as he was about to go out to see Huo Mingzheng, he saw a man in a black shirt walking in, holding a pair of black stilettos in his articulated hands.

It's just that the expression on his face is not depressed, but half-smiling, and he seems to be in a much better mood.

……

It was almost ten o'clock when Huo Yuanshi returned to the suburban villa.

When Aunt Lin saw him coming back, she quickly said, "Master, have you had dinner?"

Dongye pushed the wheelchair and shook his head.

Aunt Lin frowned, "Don't you have any appetite again? I'm going to cook you something appetizing."

Huo Yuanshi shook his head. He had no appetite for anything to eat. "It's getting late. Aunt Lin should go and rest."

Aunt Lin exclaimed, wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and left.

Dongye pushed Huo Yuanshi's wheelchair into the bathroom, helped him up and sat next to the bathtub, and went out after getting everything ready.

Even though Huo Yuanshi's legs were inconvenient, he never asked anyone to help him take a bath.

"Mr. Huo, if you need anything, call me. I'll be at the door." After finishing speaking, Dongye left the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Dongye entered the bathroom, helped Huo Yuanshi, who was wearing a bathrobe, to sit in a wheelchair, exited the bathroom, and then helped him sit by the bed, "Mr. Huo, I'll get you some medicine."

Dongye turned around and went to the kitchen. Aunt Lin had already kept the Chinese medicine that Huo Yuanshi wanted to drink warm and took it away for Huo Yuanshi to drink.

Walking to the door, which was ajar when he left just now, he knocked three times as a habit, and then pushed the door open and entered.

Huo Yuanshi sat beside the bed. The bedside lamp had been adjusted to the lowest level at some point, making the whole room dark.

He lowered his head and stroked the potted cactus plant on the bedside table with his fingers.

The sharp thorns scratched his fingertips, and he didn't seem to feel anything.

"Mr. Huo..."

"Huh?" Huo Yuanshi looked up and his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a cloud of icy cold air.

Facing those dark eyes, Dongye was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, "Your medicine, Mr. Huo."