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

Huo Minzheng frowned: "What happened?"

Qin Heng had talked to him about the matter over there.

The girl's family is involved in gangs abroad, and the family is in chaos.

"There's a little friction." Qin Heng buttoned up and said nonchalantly.

Cao Fang glanced at the gauze around his waist.

This was not a simple friction. The moment he saw it, he thought Dr. Qin had been pinched.

Huo Minzheng threw him a packet of paper and asked him to wipe his sweat. "Did you bring him back?"

Qin Heng stopped buttoning his hands and hummed, "Her family is too chaotic, with internal strife and violence. Her legs and feet are inconvenient, so I can only take care of her."

"Take care of me, but you can't risk your life." Cao Fang added water to his cup.

Qin Heng sighed and wanted to say something to explain, but found that he didn't know where to start.

Now he doesn't care about his injuries at all. The most important thing has not been resolved yet. How can he have time to care about himself?

Huo Minzheng glanced at him, "Can you still breathe?"

"Ok?"

Huo Mingzheng leaned against the back of the sofa, unbuttoned one button of his shirt, and crossed his legs, "Tonight is the coming-of-age ceremony for the little girl of the Su family. Ji Qing is probably also invited. Don't you want to see her?"

His reminder came to this point. Qin Heng immediately understood and called his family. Sure enough, the bodyguard said that the Su family also sent him an invitation letter.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up immediately, walked out, took out his cell phone and made a call.

Before the door closed, Cao Fang heard him say: "I'll come over right away to try on clothes."

"Doctor Qin is so injured, and he still wants to attend a dance party tonight?"

Huo Minzheng had a secretive expression.

At the same time, Ji's Group.

Ouyang Fan knocked on the door and entered the president's office, "Mr. Ji, there is a document here for you to sign."

Ji Qing, who was wearing a black and white suit, was sitting behind her desk, her long wavy hair tied into a low ponytail, and a pair of blue-light-blocking gold-rimmed glasses on her nose.

At this moment, she was using the computer to handle official business. She took the time to free up a hand to pick up the pen on the table, quickly glanced at the contents of the document, and signed her name neatly.

Putting down the pen, tapping the keyboard with his fingertips, he casually asked, "Is anyone gone?"

"Are you asking Doctor Qin?" Ouyang Fan closed the document.

Ji Qing hummed, her red lips pursed lightly.

"I went and told him again that if you didn't see him, he left."

Ji Qing paused while typing on the keyboard, and then lifted the glasses frame without leaving any trace.

"Go and get busy."

Ouyang Fan took two steps and suddenly remembered her schedule for today, "By the way, Mr. Ji, Miss Su's coming-of-age ceremony is tonight..."

"not going."

"it is good."

In the evening, Huo Mingzheng called Fu Yan and said he would be waiting for her downstairs in her company.

At seven o'clock is the masquerade party held by the Su family.

After Fu Yan finished handling the matters at hand, he went downstairs. Before he even walked out of the hall, he saw the low-key and luxurious Bentley parked under the porch.

She walked over quickly. Huo Minzheng got out of the car and opened the door for her. When she approached, he wiped the sweat from her forehead with a paper, "What's the hurry?"

"I not only have to do makeup but also styling. I'm pressed for time." Fu Yan pushed him into the car.

Huo Minzheng wanted to laugh or not, so he ordered Cao Fang to drive.

The car was parked outside a styling studio.

Huo Mingzheng asked someone in advance to deliver the dress that Fu Yan had resized overnight and his dress.

Although Fu Yan's original makeup was fine, she still wanted to look pretty for the dance, so she took off her makeup first and then sat in front of the makeup mirror.

The makeup artist praised Fu Yan in the mirror: "Miss Fu, your skin is so good."

She often does makeup for celebrities on the red carpet and has seen all kinds of beauties.

When Fu Yan came in just now, she thought that Fu Yan's skin was so perfect because of the foundation or concealer, until Fu Yan took off his makeup.

There is no obvious difference between the skin condition on the face and after makeup.

She couldn't help but think in her heart, God really rewarded her with food.

But it’s also because of such natural beauty that you are favored by big men, right?

In the quiet dressing room, someone knocked on the door twice, and then the door opened.

Fu Yan looked at the mirror and unexpectedly met Huo Mingzheng's eyes.

He has already changed into his uniform.

With a smile on his face and eyes, he walked step by step with his long legs.

Fu Yan's heartbeat couldn't help but beat wildly.

She couldn't bear to see Huo Minzheng wearing a suit now.

Because she would think of him wearing a suit last night, seducing her like a male peacock with its tail spread.

Just as the stylist was preparing to do Fu Yan's hair, Huo Mingzheng walked over with long legs.

"I'll do it." He held Fu Yan's long hair.

The stylist was stunned for a moment. The man's aura was too strong and blocked what she wanted to say.

She thought to herself that she had never seen a man of this status doing a woman's hair...

Then she witnessed the whole process in stunned silence.

Huo Ming gathered Fu Yan's long hair, used a comb to comb the ends of her hair, then turned his wrist and quickly tied Fu Yan's hair into a bun behind her head.

Move quickly and swiftly.

At first glance, it seems that I have done it many times before, so I have such a skill that practice makes perfect.

Then, Huo Mingzheng took something out of his suit pocket and fixed Fu Yan's bun.

"What?" Fu Yan turned his head to take a look curiously.

Huo Minzheng touched her face first, looked at it, and smiled with satisfaction, "It's not ugly."

This made Fu Yan even more curious. If Huo Minzheng's poisonous mouth could say something that wasn't ugly, it must be good-looking.

She turned around and looked in the mirror, and then she saw a black hairpin holding her bun in place on the back of her head.

The hairpin is relatively short and not too prominent, and the top of the hairpin is in the shape of a rose decorated with rubies.

It matched the dark green dress she was wearing.

"When did you prepare it?" she asked in surprise.

Seeing her frequently touching the hairpin, the smile on Huo Minzheng's lips deepened. Without saying anything, he grabbed her hand, put his fingers through her fingers, and pulled her up.

"You'll be late if you don't leave."

Fu Yan snuggled close to him, held his arm, and said with a smile, "With Teacher Huo protecting me, they don't dare to say anything about me."

"You're relying on me to pamper you, right?"

"Then will you support me?"

Huo Minzheng paused slightly, then he lowered his head and said something in Fu Yan's ear, "As far as your core strength is concerned, when did I not support you?"

Fu Yan's ears quickly turned red.

Fu Yan got into the car and took out the small mirror in his bag, still wanting to see the hairpin.

Why does she feel so familiar?

Huo Minzheng held the mirror for her, knowing that she was doubtful about the hairpin.

"My mother gave it to me."

Fu Yan was stunned.

Huo Minzheng closed the mirror, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "Let me give it to her ugly daughter-in-law."