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

After having breakfast, Fu Yan took a deep sleep and didn't wake up until nearly evening.

The windows were open and the breeze blew through the curtains, making it cooler than during the day.

She washed up, changed clothes and went downstairs.

I vaguely heard someone talking downstairs, and a voice I heard more clearly was Huo Minzheng's.

When she reached the corner of the stairs, she saw Huo Mingzheng sitting on the sofa. There was a person sitting opposite him. The crystal chandelier blocked her view and she could not see his face clearly.

After she walked down a few more steps, Huo Minzheng raised his head, stood up and walked toward the stairs with his long legs, half-smiling but not smiling, "Have you had enough sleep?"

"If you don't wake up, it will be tomorrow." A cynical voice reached Fu Yan's ears.

She was stunned, subconsciously speeding up her pace, and sure enough she saw Ji Lin sitting on the other side of the sofa!

As a result, she didn't notice the steps under her feet and missed them.

"careful!"

"How old are you, Fu Xiaoyan'er!"

The voices of Huo Mingzheng and Ji Lin sounded at the same time.

Huo Minzheng held her waist, and Ji Lin also stood up, looking at her with a speechless expression.

Fu Yan laughed twice and said, "The stairs in this foreign house are just different. They are too slippery."

Ji Lin rolled his eyes at her. What a good excuse to give her the stairs of a foreign house...

The hand holding her waist tightened a little, and the man said in a low voice: "Furry, are you so happy to see him?"

How could Fu Yan not hear such obvious jealousy? She leaned close to Huo Minzheng's ear and said, "I'm even more happy to see you. I'm so happy that I almost flew up."

"Glib tongue." Huo Minzheng pretended to have a calm face, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Fu Yan walked to the sofa next to Ji Lin and sat down.

Ji Lin raised his chin in the direction of Huo Minzheng and said, "Nuo, your boss Huo sent someone to pick me up, saying you missed me too much."

Fu Yan rolled her eyes at him. She believed what Huo Mingzheng said about sending someone to pick him up. She didn't believe the second part of it to death. The jealous Huo Mingzheng would never say such a thing.

She probably called Ji Lin in the morning, but he didn't answer. Huo Minzheng sent someone to find him while she was asleep, and brought him here to meet her.

Huo Mingzheng sat next to her, took the tea from Cao Fang, tested the water temperature, and then handed it to Fu Yan's lips.

It's hard for Ji Lin to pretend he didn't see this scene. It's just a love affair. How can he get tired of it?

He cleared his throat and signaled Fu Yan not to go too far and to consider the feelings of others.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan took a sip of tea as if there was no one around.

There is a tacit understanding between the two, as if this matter has been integrated into their lives, and every move is in perfect harmony.

He really didn't expect that a person like Huo Minzheng would be willing to serve a woman.

At this time, Cao Fang walked up to Huo Minzheng and whispered: "Mr. Huo, the soup in the pot is boiling."

"Okay." Huo Minzheng handed the tea cup to Fu Yan and warned, "Just take a few sips, otherwise it will affect your dinner."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, took the apron from Cao Fang's hand, and walked towards the kitchen.

Ji Lin was stunned, looking at Fu Yan in disbelief, and then at Huo Minzheng's back with a complicated expression, "Is Huo Minzheng living this kind of life now?"

"What life?" Fu Yan drank tea.

"It's better to be a husband at home."

Fu Yan almost choked before he could swallow a sip of tea.

In the kitchen, Huo Mingzheng put some ingredients into the soup and closed the lid.

Even though Fu Yan has lived in Nancheng for so many years, his taste is still more towards Guangcheng. He likes to drink soup, all kinds of soup. He makes soup for her in different ways, nourishing and nutritious, just to treat her. Take good care of yourself.

Cao Fang stood aside and looked at Huo Minzheng who was skillful in his movements.

Who would have thought that a year ago Huo Mingzheng could only cook noodle soup.

"Is the ring ready?"

Huo Minzheng suddenly asked.

Cao Fang nodded and said seriously: "It's ready. The parade vehicle is also ready. It will appear when the music and fireworks are turned on at night."

……

Fu Yan asked Ji Lin to have dinner with him, but Ji Lin said he had an appointment.

"You made friends so quickly?" Fu Yan said unexpectedly, but Ji Lin was good-looking, had a good personality, and was popular, so it was normal for him to make friends in a short period of time.

Ji Lin paused and said, "You know him too."

"Who?"

"Ling Zhao."

Fu Yan recalled this person's name in her mind for a while, but when she looked at Ji Lin again, a distant memory rushed out of her mind, and she vaguely remembered a delicate face.

She suddenly realized: "Your high school classmate?"

Ji Lin nodded.

Fu Yan never expected that Ji Lin would meet Ling Zhao in Zurich.

Ling Zhao was their high school classmate and Ji Lin's deskmate. When she thinks of Ling Zhao now, her only impression is that he is handsome, with fair skin and soft hair. When he doesn't speak, he looks like a girl.

However, Ling Zhao didn't talk to his classmates very much. He usually kept to himself. His personality tended to be withdrawn. He always wore one size larger school uniform and sat quietly in his seat.

At that time, there was a misunderstanding. A boy from another class blocked Ling Zhao at the stairs to confess his love. It was Ji Lin who brought Ling Zhao back to the class, announced that Ling Zhao was his younger brother, and forcibly became Ling Zhao's deskmate. , protecting people under his wings.

Ji Lin was quite dishonest when he was in junior high school and high school. Later, when he became roommates with Ling Zhao, his personality became much more tempered.

However, Ling Zhao went abroad before graduating from high school.

Ji Lin's state was not quite right during those few days. He was inexplicably irritable and felt as if he was going to explode at any moment.

She tentatively asked Ji Lin if he was in love with Ling Zhao?

Ji Lin was blushing and threatened that he was a straight man, how could he like a man?

Unexpectedly, they met again in Zurich.

Fu Yan looked at Ji Lin meaningfully, which made Ji Lin's heart tremble, "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Yan looked at him with an expression as if he felt guilty.

Ji Lin hissed, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and lowered his voice: "Fu Xiaoyan, don't be too arrogant. Don't think that because Huo Mingzheng is here, I won't dare to touch you."

"Hey, Ling Zhao!" Fu Yan suddenly shouted after Ji Lin.

Ji Lin's face froze slightly, and he turned around subconsciously. Later he realized how Ling Zhao could come here, and realized that Fu Yan was playing tricks on him!

Fu Yan crossed his arms and looked like something was wrong, "Do you still like Ling Zhao?"

"My eldest man, do you like a sissy?" Ji Lin suddenly raised his voice.

Fu Yan raised an eyebrow at him.

Ji Lin's breath was stuck in his chest, and an unspeakable guilt surged through his chest.

Could it be that he really likes Ling Zhao?