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

Time passed by, and Fu Yan was frozen on the sofa, motionless.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting on the sofa. Huo Minzheng came to her with a bowl of noodles in his hand and saw a surprised expression on her face, "Aren't you hungry?"

Fu Yan was surprised, thinking that he would not stay here tonight.

and……

Looking at the bowl of delicious noodles, the expression on Fu Yan's face was even more complicated.

Huo Minzheng glanced at her and saw through her mind, "Cao Fang cooked it."

Fu Yan nodded silently. She also knew how Huo Minzheng could cook for her. In her impression, he didn't even know how to cook.

She had been hungry for a long time and lowered her head to eat noodles, while Huo Minzheng lit a cigarette and went to the balcony.

After eating and almost regaining his strength, Fu Yan looked at the suitcase in the entrance hall in the distance and remembered what Song Qingshuang said before leaving Huo's house.

When Huo Mingzheng came in from the balcony, he saw her squatting next to the suitcase, stuffing something into it, which she must have forgotten before.

There are many things she left behind in the house, which Huo Mingzheng bought for her.

Everything she packed away was her own, and she didn't take anything valuable.

Footsteps approached from behind.

Fu Yan closed the box and turned his back to Huo Minzheng, "I don't want to be a mistress."

"Huh?" Huo Minzheng didn't seem to hear clearly.

Fu Yan took a deep breath and said, "You are getting married, and you still keep me, don't you want me to be your mistress?"

She was afraid that Huo Minzheng would say, 'If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it. ’

But Huo Minzheng said: "You are thinking too much."

Not even as good as that sentence.

"Am I thinking too much?" Fu Yan repeated this sentence, stood up, turned around and looked at the person in front of her who she had loved for so many years, trying her best not to get red-eyed.

"Grandpa arranged a marriage partner for you, right?"

It was the first time she asked him in such a tone.

His voice was trembling, and it was obvious that he was holding back his emotions.

"Yes."

He didn't deny it.

Fu Yan's eyes turned red instantly and he turned away. His throat seemed to be choked by a hand, and his throat rolled, "Then what am I if I'm not a mistress?"

Huo Minzheng frowned, "I said, you think too much, this matter won't change anything at all."

How could he say something like that so easily?

"That's because you thought it wouldn't change anything," Fu Yan pulled up the suitcase and held the push rod hard, his throat sore, "because I am an insignificant person to you."

"Want to quarrel with me?" The man held her arm and tightened his fingers.

She was upset because of what he said at the Huo family's family dinner.

Fu Yan held on to the suitcase and refused to let go, feeling sad in his heart. Even now, he still thinks it was her who was causing trouble.

"Huo Mingzheng." She looked up at him. There was a tear in the corner of her eye. Like her, it was stubborn and refused to fall. It was very dazzling.

She looked into the man's eyes, her eye circles a little red, and said dumbly: "What if I say I don't want you to get married?"

Knowing that this was a self-deprecating remark, she still couldn't help but bet on that one in a billion.

Huo Minzheng's eyes darkened obviously.

Fu Yan laughed at himself, as expected.

Huo Minzheng grabbed her chin, raised her palm-sized face, and clearly saw the momentary disappointment in her eyes.

He couldn't help but sneer: "You don't want me to get married or you don't want me to marry someone else? Fu Yan, look at your question, what answer do you want? Do you know it in your heart?"

Huo Mingzheng's words were like a basin of cold water that completely woke Fu Yan up.

Yes, their relationship is shady, and to some extent it is no different from that of a mistress.

That's why he said that his marriage would not change anything at all in their relationship.

She recognized the reality, her heart felt as if someone had stabbed her, and her face turned pale.

Huo Minzheng pursed his thin lips.

She murmured in a low voice: "I was wrong two years ago. I shouldn't have provoked you."

Huo Minzheng looked at her condescendingly, his voice as cold as Hanchuan, "Do you regret it?"

Fu Yan's eyes were filled with tears as her emotions surged up. She was stubborn and refused to bow her head, "Yes, I regret it."

With a chuckle, Huo Minzheng raised her face higher, with a superior attitude, he was the star of everyone's attention, silently laughing at her.

"It's too early to regret it."

The entrance hall is spacious, but the air around you is extremely condensed, making you breathless.

The bell rang suddenly, breaking the condensed atmosphere.

It's Huo Mingzheng's cell phone.

Fu Yan felt his jaw relax, and tears fell uncontrollably. Huo Minzheng picked up the phone and connected it, heading towards the balcony.

A woman's voice came vaguely from the other end of the phone.

I don't know what the other party said, but Huo Minzheng was silent the whole time.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa for a while, took out his cigarette case, and held the flame with one hand. The flame illuminated his stern profile, like a mountain peak in the dark night.

A gust of wind came over, causing the flames to sway and then go out.

He frowned impatiently, turned around and opened the sliding door forcefully.

When passing by Fu Yan, he paused, but said nothing, opened the door and left.

Outsiders have a high opinion of Huo Minzheng. He took charge of the Huo family at a young age, with vigorous methods. Over the years, he has developed the ability to hide his emotions and anger. It is rare that his emotions fluctuate so much. thing.

Was that woman just now his fiancée?

Fu Yan's heart tingled slightly, and a sourness suddenly surged into his heart.

Huo Mingzheng would most likely not come back. Fu Yan did not go back to the room, but lay on the sofa for the rest of the night.

The room was filled with Huo Minzheng's scent, reminding Fu Yan all-pervasively.

As soon as I lay down, I couldn't stop thinking about Huo Mingzheng. Every detail of the past two years, I thought about him getting married again and again.

The clearer the thoughts, the more energetic a person is. I squinted for a while after five o'clock, feeling confused.

She thought she was dreaming until she was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone.

After a phone call from the deputy director, Fu Yan had to pack up his mood and go on a business trip to a city more than [-] kilometers away.

There was something wrong with the resort project she was following up on before, and it took three days to communicate and negotiate with the other party.

Huo Minzheng didn't contact her in the past three days, and she didn't take the initiative to contact him.

On the day of the business trip, Cao Fang said that Huo Minzheng picked a car for her in the garage.

I paid Yan to see that car, it was around [-] yuan, very low-key, Huo Mingzheng's car would cost more than this fraction of any other car.

But it's just right for Yan.

Huo Mingzheng was also concerned about her feelings, otherwise it would not only be a car of this price when he sells it.

I didn’t ask for the car.

Now that we have decided to separate, how can we still accept his things?

When she returned to Nancheng from a business trip, she planned to go home and have a good sleep. Song Qingshuang called her and told her the time and place for dinner.

Fu Yan then remembered what her mother had said last time about introducing her to a partner. Just as he was about to shirk it, the doorbell rang.