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

After Qin Heng left the Su family, he asked his bodyguard to drive back.

The wounds on his body have been treated, and Huo Mingzheng handled them very well. Coupled with his guidance, it was perfect, so there was no need to go to the hospital.

"Master, do you want to go back directly?" the bodyguard asked him.

Qin Heng was just about to say something nonsense, but when he said it, he changed it to, "Go to the Financial Street road, the road is less congested."

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment. There's no traffic jam at this time, right?

And if you go to the Financial Street road, you have to take a long detour.

But when he saw Qin Heng getting into the car just now, his face was not very good, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He turned the steering wheel and drove towards the Financial Street.

Qin Heng leaned on the back of his chair and unknowingly touched the hidden compartment in the car. He touched it but did not find the lighter or cigarette case. Only then did he realize that he rarely drove this car, and even if he did, he would drive it himself. Yes, bodyguards are rarely used.

Unlike Huo Mingzheng, he always travels in large queues.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" he asked.

The bodyguard nodded and took out a cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, "But you may not be able to smoke the cigarettes I smoke."

Qin Heng thought to himself that he had never smoked anything, and he was not a picky person.

Unexpectedly, the first puff of cigarette almost choked him, the tar smell was too strong.

He pressed the wound on his abdomen and endured it, opened the car window, vomited out his eyes, cleared his throat, and then started to take a second puff.

After taking three puffs in a row, he twitched the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating tone. He didn't let Huo Minzheng smoke before when he was injured. Why did he forget his principles?

Red light ahead.

The car stopped.

It is now the end of June, and Nanchengbei has become one of the top stove cities in the country. At night, it is so hot that people are sweating.

Qin Heng just opened the car window, and a wave of heat hit his face.

He was about to raise the window when suddenly a flash of orange-red flashed in front of him, and a Harley-Davidson stopped steadily in front of the red light.

This section of the road is not restricted to motorcycles.

Qin Heng was stunned for a moment.

He later investigated this car. It was limited globally and could be counted on one hand in China. However, only Ji Qing in Nancheng had this car.

His gaze stayed on the car and slowly moved up to see the slender waist wrapped in tight clothing. He knew better than anyone how thin that waist was. He had hugged her just a while ago.

Qin Heng's breathing was stagnant. The first puff of cigarette almost choked him, and now it made him cough repeatedly.

The guy on the Harley was wearing a helmet and looked back.

Through the helmet, Qin Heng seemed to see clearly that cold face, looking at him at the moment, maybe angry, maybe expressionless.

Suddenly, even the bodyguard didn't expect that Qin Heng opened the car door and got out of the car.

There are still five seconds before the green light comes on.

The bodyguard's face changed with fear, "Master, it's dangerous here..."

However, Qin Heng slammed the car door, walked over, stretched out his long legs and got directly on the motorcycle.

"Go down!" Ji Qing shouted coldly.

Qin Heng was motionless. There was no look of innocence on Qingjun's face, but he was doing what a scoundrel would do.

"The light is green," he reminded her.

The car that carried Qin Heng drove away.

Horns sounded from behind, urging Ji Qing to drive quickly, and some scolding Qin Heng for being crazy.

Qin Heng turned a deaf ear.

During the day, he went to Ji's to look for her and called her, but she didn't answer any of them. In the end, he blocked him. He called Ouyang Fan, but Ouyang Fan couldn't hide it from him. Ji Qing was not in the company, she I don't see him.

Approaching her, he kindly reminded her: "If you don't leave, the traffic police will come."

He heard Ji Qing snort, and then started the motorcycle.

Qin Heng's hand hanging by his side was resting on Ji Qing's waist, "I went abroad to do something..."

On a section of the road where there was no traffic, the car stopped. Ji Qing put a long leg on one side and said, "You don't have to explain so much to me. I'm going back and I'm not going with you."

Qin Heng knew that Ji Qing was angry. He knew that he was in the wrong. He promised to have a good relationship with her, but he left the country without saying a word. He didn't contact her for so many days. Everyone would be angry with him.

He wanted to coax her, but he had no experience chasing girls and was afraid that he would make her unhappy if he spoke.

"Why don't you come along? I live near your house."

Ji Qing took off her helmet. She must have returned from working out. She had no makeup on her face and was wearing a sports vest over a gray shirt and black shorts.

Qin Heng's heart beat wildly.

Ji Qing was about to drive him out of the car, but she smelled a vague smell of blood.

She hasn't had her menstrual period yet, so it's obvious that the smell doesn't come from her. From such a close distance, the only thing she can smell is coming from Qin Heng.

She lowered her head and saw that Qin Heng was wearing a white shirt and his abdomen was blood red.

Qin Heng grimaced in pain, his face expressionless, and he said softly: "Oh, the wound has opened again."

Suburban villa.

The landscape lights in the garden and the lights in the villa courtyard were turned off one after another. In the silence, the sound of the car's engine approached, the automatic door opened to both sides, and the car drove into the courtyard.

Dongye pushed Huo Yuanshi's wheelchair out of the car.

Aunt Lin came out of the house after hearing the sound. She was tidying up the living room.

Huo Yuanshi didn't like other people to touch the things he usually used, so Aunt Lin was sorting them. There was no one around now, so it was convenient for her to put them away.

She wiped her hands and walked out, when she accidentally saw Huo Yuan, who was wearing extra formal clothes tonight.

The retro black suit has dark green accents, and his hair has been carefully taken care of. He looks more energetic and different than usual.

Look, he looks more like the second young master.

"Young Master, you are back."

Huo Yuanshi hummed and looked at her calmly. Aunt Lin looked at him with no fear at all, only concern, "Why are you back so late? Are you hungry?"

It's almost early morning now.

"There's no need to prepare midnight snacks." Huo Yuanshi curled his lips and looked at her, "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

Aunt Lin exclaimed, "I feel much better after a good nap, but my mind is empty and I can't seem to remember many things at once."

Dongye's eyes darkened for a moment.

"You are too tired, go to bed early." Huo Yuanshi looked away and raised his hand to signal Dongye to push the wheelchair.

Aunt Lin agreed and followed him into the house. After watching him go back to his room, she turned off the lights in the living room and entrance and went back to rest.

After returning to the room, Huo Yuanshi took off his suit jacket and Dongye took it to prepare to go out.

"Hang it." Huo Yuanshi ordered, "Hang it in the closet."

Dong Ye paused.

Mr. Huo is a very clean person. The clothes he wears out must be washed in time. The bottom line is that they should not appear under his nose.

Although this coat has not been in contact with many people, it was still worn outside.

But since Huo Yuanshi said so, he could only do it, use a hanger to support the suit jacket, hang it deep in the closet, and then go about other things.

When Huo Yuanshi's wheelchair reached the closet, he looked at the suit quietly, as if admiring a piece of art.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

It seems like you can still feel her warmth and softness on the waist and back of the hollow dress.