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

In the bedroom with only one floor lamp turned on.

Fu Yan looked at Huo Mingzheng standing in front of her with a blushing face.

This person is Huo Mingzheng.

He is the most proud person in Nancheng.

He stands at the top of the pyramid of power, standing at the top of the altar. Who would have thought that one day, he would do this kind of "selling out his lust" in order to please a woman.

The redder Fu Yan's face became, the deeper the smile in Huo Minzheng's eyes became.

"Aren't you hot?" As soon as Fu Yan opened his mouth, he realized that his mouth was dry.

But I don’t want to be seen through by him, lest I be slandered as a “pervert” by him later.

Huo Minzheng loosened his tie with one hand, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "It's hot."

"It's hot, why don't you take off your clothes?" Fu Yan was really disappointed.

Suddenly Huo Minzheng's dry hand took hers and placed it on her tie, "Take it off for me."

Fu Yan subconsciously wanted to break away, not because she didn't want to, but because the temperature of Huo Minzheng's fingertips was scalding. It wasn't the heat of a fever, but the heat of emotion.

And she also heard the blood rushing in her body.

Huo Minzheng pressed her hand on the tie, and his voice was low and full of temptation, "First help me untie my tie, it will be uncomfortable."

Fu Yan's fingertips trembled and his breathing became rapid.

His fingers were a bit unruly, and they slipped when he opened the knot of his tie.

Huo Minzheng's deep voice sounded in my ears, "Don't be nervous."

Fu Yan breathed steadily, comforting himself that it was because he hadn't done this for a long time and he was unfamiliar, not because he was being provoked by Huo Mingzheng and his hands and feet were inoperable.

Finally the tie was untied and slipped between the two of them.

"There's more." Huo Minzheng grabbed her fingertips again.

Her fingers were green and tender, and the fingertips were as red as blood at the moment, with a pink color. They curled up slightly the moment she was held by him.

Fu Yan stared at the buttons of his shirt.

Finally, she admitted in her heart: I am sick, I am lustful!

Her fingers climbed up to the top button of the collar and unbuttoned it twice. Her eyes were red with anxiety, "Huo Mingzheng, you did it on purpose..."

Huo Minzheng smiled, took her hand and pulled off the button...

The sixteenth-century moon was exceptionally bright, shining into the house through the cracks in the curtains.

A whimper like a kitten came, and then the tiny moans became faster and faster in the corner, and the last high-pitched scream was broken.

Suddenly, Fu Yan clamped Huo Mingzheng's waist and turned over to sit on him. Huo Mingzheng was panting but still did not forget his movements.

If it weren't for his hands on her waist, Fu Yan would have been knocked out by him.

"Don't... move..." Fu Yan bit his lower lip three times in just three words.

He leaned over and placed his hands on his tight chest.

The long hair hanging down her waist swept over his abdominal muscles. She lowered her head and whispered something in his ear.

Huo Minzheng's breath was stagnant, his hand on her waist tightened, and his voice was also tight, "Where did you learn that?"

Fu Yan was embarrassed to sit up straight and let him see her blushing face, and she didn't see Huo Mingzheng's eyes that were red with lust.

She climbed on his shoulders and said, "I taught myself."

Following her movements, Huo Minzheng took a breath, and the veins on his forehead suddenly bulged.

The hand on her waist tightened unconsciously, pinching her to straighten her back. He wanted to look at her face.

It was not easy to exert force while lying on his stomach, so Fu Yan supported his chest and sat up.

Huo Mingzheng looked at her face, which was more beautiful than a rouge rose, hugged her and sat up, held her face and kissed her.

The night is still long.

The lights in Mingyu Mansion were extinguished one after another except in the courtyard.

A faint light leaked from the gap in the third-floor bedroom window.

And now in the cellar of a suburban villa.

The tall man with long legs placed a glass of warm water in front of Dr. Cheng.

Doctor Cheng picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Compared with the last time he was surprised, this time, Doctor Cheng's mood did not have many ups and downs.

But when he faced the man's dark eyes, he was still a little frightened.

He has come into contact with this type of patients, but never like him.

He had never heard of anyone with this kind of disease who could control his emotions so well, as if he could control them freely.

How could we achieve this without strong mental strength?

Illness was not his choice, but strong spiritual power was.

"When can I leave?" Dr. Cheng's voice was hoarse.

He had been locked up in the cellar for several days, without ever being exposed to the sun or going out.

His left hand was chained, but it was long enough for him to move around the cellar, wash himself, and take care of his physical needs.

Except get out of here.

The man curled his lips slightly, "I said when the time is right, someone will take you away."

Doctor Cheng didn't ask any more questions.

He glanced at the man's legs and asked, "Have your legs recovered long ago?"

"Yes." The man said calmly.

Doctor Cheng sighed. If he had been more careful, would he have been able to see through his trick?

But under the circumstances at that time, normal people would not think about it in this regard.

There was still one thing he didn't understand in his heart. If that thing was slightly wrong, then this man would probably have passed away by now.

"Your poison?"

The man coughed twice, his voice slightly hoarse, "I know that I have been poisoned, and I also know that you are preparing an antidote for Yan Yan. I believe in Dr. Cheng's ability."

He said it calmly.

Doctor Cheng was horrified, "Do you know that if I hadn't prepared the antidote, you would have died. You are really crazy!"

Surrender your life to the unknown.

I don't know whether to call him arrogant or confident.

How dare you really fight against the sky!

"Doctor Cheng, isn't it too tactful to use such a comment on a person like me, huh?" The man curled his lips.

He flicked the flame of the red candle and said, "It's getting late. Doctor Cheng, go to bed early. Good night."

The man walked out of the cellar with long legs.

The candlelight stretched his figure thin and long, stretching into the dark corner and blending into the night.

Aunt Lin, who had gone to bed early, got up late at night to go to the toilet.

She yawned and walked to the public security room on the first floor.

There are two rooms on the first floor, one for her and the other with a bathroom for Huo Yuanshi.

Aunt Lin was walking when she suddenly saw a figure at the side door.

When she got up just now, she glanced at the time and saw that it was almost early morning.

Who is in the garden at this time?

The eldest young master is a light sleeper. He doesn't like to hear any noise after falling asleep, especially if one of the bodyguards forgets the rules and wanders outside.

Aunt Lin wanted to go over and give a warning. When she walked to the door, the black shadow happened to be walking this way.

As the dark shadows bathed in the moonlight gradually became clearer, Aunt Lin stopped in her tracks and was about to remind the other party to go back to the house quickly so as not to disturb the young master's rest.

However, when she saw that handsome face that seemed to blend into the moonlight, Aunt Lin's eyes widened!

"Master...young master?"