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

Before eight o'clock, a black car drove out of the suburban villa.

We drove into the cemetery at half past eight.

Ordinary vehicles were not allowed to enter, and those who came to worship had to stop outside the gate of the cemetery. However, Huo Yuanshi was in a wheelchair, and the cemetery guard only let the car in.

Huo Chengyao arrived five minutes earlier than Huo Yuanshi.

"Ah Shi." He opened the car door.

Huo Yuanshi nodded slightly and his eyes fell on the bouquet of perfume lilies in Huo Chengyao's hand.

And in his hand was a bouquet of perfume lilies.

"Secretary Huo, let me do it." Dongye took a step forward, bent down and pressed the button inside the car, and a slope slid out from under the car.

Then, he pushed Huo Yuanshi's wheelchair down.

Huo Chengyao took a step forward, "You have nothing to do with me here, Dongye."

He glanced faintly at the tall, strong man beside him.

He has never had a good impression of Dongye. Perhaps it is a hatred that is still in his blood. He doesn't like this R countryman.

Dong Ye probably knew it too, so he didn't dare to complain.

He stepped aside and watched Huo Chengyao push Huo Yuanshi towards a tombstone.

Huo Chengyao placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone and turned around to help Huo Yuanshi, but Huo Yuanshi was one step ahead of him, sitting in a wheelchair, bending down to put down the bouquet.

He retracted his hand and said, "You haven't come to worship your mother in two years."

Huo Yuanshi hummed. He went to England for leg treatment and didn't come back until the end of last year.

Huo Chengyao hid in front of the tombstone, took out the handkerchief in his pocket, and wiped the tombstone, "I owe your mother. In order to pursue my career in those years, I didn't stay with her properly after she gave birth, which caused her to suffer from postpartum depression. If I could care more about her..."

"Mom's illness is not entirely due to postpartum depression." Huo Yuanshi looked at the white hair on his father's temples and looked away.

The short hair on his forehead was floating in the breeze, and there was almost no expression on his handsome face.

It's a cloudy day today, and it's rare for a day in late June not to be that hot.

Huo Chengyao's hand wiping the tombstone paused.

The Huo family claimed to the outside world that Huo Yuanshi's mother committed suicide due to postpartum depression.

In fact, postpartum depression was just a trigger, and the cause of his mother's suicide was actually schizophrenia.

Huo Chengyao later learned from the doctor that there were several types of schizophrenia, and Huo Yuanshi's mother belonged to the crazy type.

The Huo family doesn't want outsiders to know about this kind of thing.

So even in the Huo family, not many people know the truth.

He glanced at Huo Yuanshi's profile.

Fortunately, the high probability of inheritance that the doctor said did not happen to Huo Yuanshi.

Huo Chengyao wrapped the paper that had wiped the tombstone, held it in his hand, stood up, and said to Huo Yuanshi, "Let's have dinner together at noon."

Huo Yuanshi looked away from a poplar tree not far away and said calmly: "You have been back for two days. Isn't Yanjing City busy?"

"Not busy." Huo Chengyao's expression didn't change. In fact, he had a meeting in the afternoon, but it was too late to fly back after lunch.

Suddenly Huo Chengyao shook.

"Dad!" Huo Yuanshi frowned and subconsciously reached out his hand.

Huo Chengyao raised his hand to support the tombstone, took a breath, and shook his head, "It's okay."

Huo Yuanshi pursed his lips and looked at him silently.

Huo Chengyao was afraid that he would be worried, "I have been to several cities some time ago and I am a little tired. I originally planned to ask Dr. Cheng, a famous doctor in Yanjing City, to treat me two days ago, but I heard from his assistant that he was sick and he has not opened any clinics recently. , I feel much better after taking a little rest. I felt dizzy just now because I woke up too hard, it’s okay.”

"Let's go." Huo Yuanshi pressed the button next to the armrest and the wheelchair turned.

"What about lunch?" Huo Chengyao pushed the wheelchair.

Huo Yuanshi clenched his hand on the armrest and said, "Let's eat together."

Huo Chengyao nodded happily. The nearest restaurant with a good environment is Wangyan Tower.

But he knew in his heart that his son liked Fu Yan.

He would definitely be unwilling to let him go to Wangyan Tower for dinner.

Although he didn't have a Weibo account about Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan, he had heard it from his secretary.

After eating, Huo Chengyao took a car to the airport.

Huo Yuanshi got into the car and a message came in on his mobile phone——

Mr. Huo, Miss Fu has gone to choose a dress.

I pressed the button on the right side of the phone with my thumb, and the screen turned off.

The afternoon sun breaks through the depths of the clouds.

The mottled tree shadows shine outside a store that sells custom-made dresses.

A black car drove past, crushing the light and shadow.

In the half-lowered car window, Huo Yuanshi glanced at Fu Yan's face, who was choosing a dress in front of the window.

Fu Yan noticed that someone seemed to be looking at her. She paused with her hands and looked up outside the store. A bus passed by her eyes.

She looked away and continued to choose a dress.

"Just this one," she said to the clerk.

"Okay, miss, I'll take it off for you right now."

Tomorrow is Miss Su's coming-of-age ceremony, and the invitations have been sent to Mingyu Mansion. There is no reason for her not to go.

And since it is a masquerade party, a dress is indispensable.

"Miss, do you need us to help you?" Two clerks came over holding dresses.

Fu Yan shook his head, "I'll call you again if necessary."

She was not used to someone helping her change her clothes, even if they were both women.

Fu Yan closed the door with his backhand, only to find that the door could not be locked.

However, the service in this store is high-end, and I didn’t see anyone else coming at the moment.

There was still a clerk standing outside the door, so Fu Yan had nothing to worry about.

But why does she seem to have experienced this scene before?

Just when Fu Yan was changing into a dress, she discovered that the dress she chose was tied at the waist. At that time, she caught sight of the style and dark green color and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Could you please do me a favor?" she said to the clerk outside the door.

"Okay, miss."

As the clerk said, Fu Yan opened the door handle, and a shadow fell in front of him.

Fu Yan subconsciously took a step back.

"you……"

Huo Minzheng closed the door with his backhand and looked at her calmly, "I'm here to try on the dress."

Fu Yan thought to himself, there are so many stores, but she chose the same store, who would believe it!

However, he was wearing a white shirt before going out this morning, but now he is wearing a black shirt. He has indeed just changed into it, and the style of the shirt is more retro, which matches the theme of tomorrow night's dance party.

and……

She discovered that the dark lines on the shirt he was wearing were the same as the dark lines on the dress she was wearing.

So they are a pair?

Huo Mingzheng saw the doubt in her eyes, "This is a series of themed dresses. There are not many of them. This store happens to only have this set."

He turned Fu Yan around and tied the belt behind her waist.

Fu Yan's heart beat faster.

He probably found it by following the position of her bracelet.

But when he chose a dress, he had no chance of cheating.

She looked at the man's focused face in the mirror and then remembered why she felt this scene seemed familiar just now.

Because last fall, when she was trying on dresses, Huo Mingzheng blocked her in the dressing room and teased her.