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

In the corridor without lights, Arthur opened the door and walked in, only to see a spark on the other side of the sofa, and the air was filled with the smell of tobacco.

After a few seconds, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw a figure drawn by light and shadow on the other side of the sofa.

The lights turned on with a "pop" sound.

The man on the sofa narrowed his eyes, obviously dissatisfied with the sudden light, and frowned.

"Are you out?"

Arthur had no intention of explaining.

He walked straight in with his long legs. When he passed by the man, he snatched the cigarette from the man's hand, flicked it into the half glass of water beside him, and warned: "Don't smoke in my room."

"So angry? Are your injuries okay?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes, "Klande, you are just my father, don't interfere too much in my private life."

Kelland spread his hands, "I just care about you, not interfere with you. Don't be so sensitive."

The man sneered, "Isn't it too late to play the role of a good father?"

Klande knew what he meant, his eyes froze for a moment, and then he smiled nonchalantly, "It's not too late to make it up to you."

Arthur looked at him deeply and poured himself a glass of water.

I don’t know if I drank too much and choked.

He clutched his chest and coughed a few times, his voice becoming hoarse, "I want someone's life."

Klande heard him say this without any warmth.

It was as if what he said was that he didn't want his life, but that he wanted something easily within reach.

He is cold-blooded to the point of being perverted.

"Who?" But he still wanted to ask.

Arthur looked out the window. Clusters of roses were blooming in the garden not far away, "Amelia Black."

Clande paused and frowned, "No, although the Black family is not as good as Romont, they are also Zurich nobles. Amelia Black is the eldest lady of the Black family, and her status is not comparable to that of anyone you have touched before. of."

"So what." Arthur drank the remaining half glass of water calmly.

"I advise you not to be impulsive. If you do this, you are likely to expose yourself in advance. The antidote is just starting to work now. Your body will slowly recover. As long as the time is right, she will still be yours."

The "she" mentioned by Clander made Arthur's emotions fluctuate, and his dark eyes were filled with emotional fluctuations that had never been revealed in front of outsiders.

Arthur looked away from the clusters of roses in the garden.

Roses are beautiful.

But not as good as a rose.

He threw away the water glass and said, "I'll keep her for a while."

……

On the second day of the Zurich Festival, tourists from all over the world still gathered on the riverbank.

Many of the water entertainment activities are started on this day.

No matter how Huo Mingzheng coaxed him, Fu Yan was unwilling to go out again.

She personally changed Huo Mingzheng's dressing and wrapped gauze. Now that the temperature is high, it is easy to get infected when going upstairs.

She personally stared at the meals prepared for Huo Mingzheng in the kitchen. Huo Mingzheng had been injured before, so she knew what she could and could not eat.

When Ji Lin entered, he heard Fu Yan instructing people in the kitchen to prepare lunch for Huo Mingzheng.

He looked like he had seen a ghost, "You know how to cook?"

"It's just talk on paper." Fu Yan was very self-aware.

Ji Lin had an expression that I knew.

Fu Yan turned around and looked at him, "How was your date with Ling Zhao last night?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Ling Zhao and I are brothers. Do you know, brother?"

Fu Yan nodded perfunctorily, "So how was your date with your brother last night?"

"Fu Xiao Yan'er!" Ji Lin raised his voice.

Fu Yan immediately turned around and kicked Ji Lin's calf, "Keep your voice down!"

"what?"

"Huo Minzheng is resting, don't disturb him."

Seeing Fu Yan's distressed look, Ji Lin asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with Huo Mingzheng?"

Fu Yan's expression paused for a moment. He didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't tell Ji Lin that it was Huo Mingzheng who hurt him, right?

She said casually: "There was some blood."

"Auntie here?"

Fu Yan took a breath, and Ji Lin raised his hands, "I'm kidding, look at you, people who don't know think that Huo Mingzheng is really here, and he even shed some blood."

After a while, Huo Minzheng came down from upstairs.

He was wearing a loose white T-shirt and sports shorts of the same color. He looked quite handsome, if you ignored the gauze wrapped around his forearm.

Ji Lin finally understood what Fu Yan meant when he said there was a little blood.

This is in Zurich!

Fu Yan told him that Huo Mingzheng was the heir to the Luo Monte family. When he heard the news, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it. No wonder Huo Mingzheng could hire such a powerful medical team to treat him. No wonder he could easily treat him. He persuaded the professor at the University of Zurich to open the back door for him.

But it was because of this that he couldn't believe that Huo Mingzheng was injured in Zurich.

"how did you make it?"

"I did it myself." Huo Mingzheng said calmly.

Ji Lin looked at him with an obviously disbelieving expression.

Fu Yan was really dumbfounded.

What Huo Minzheng said was obviously true.

But no one believed him.

When it comes to sharpness of mind, absolutely no one can surpass Huo Mingzheng.

After dinner, Ji Lin played two games of chess with Huo Mingzheng. After being killed to the point of leaving nothing behind, he left in despair.

"Why are you bullying Ji Lin?" Fu Yan poured him a glass of water.

Huo Minzheng pulled her over and held her in his arms, "I didn't bully him. It was his bad move."

Fu Yan looked at him suspiciously, "You don't have any personal feelings, do you?"

Huo Minzheng said seriously: "What personal feelings can I have for him?"

"You've been secretly jealous of him for a long time, don't think I don't know."

Huo Minzheng looked at her with a half-smile, neither admitting nor denying.

Fu Yan suddenly turned around and held his face, "What does Mia mean?"

"Huh?" Huo Minzheng looked into her eyes.

"Does the English name you gave me originally have a special meaning?"

"Have."

Fu Yan's heartbeat suddenly jumped, "What?"

"It has the same pronunciation as 'my' in Italian." Huo Mingzheng blurted out, "I want to take you as my own."

Sure enough, this man didn't even spare an English name.

As long as she was more careful at that time.

But who would have thought of Italian, she doesn't know it.

If Arthur hadn't mentioned it last night, she wouldn't have known about it until now.

Huo Minzheng couldn't help laughing when he saw her expression of excitement, regret, and excitement, "It's not too late to know now."

Fu Yan buried his face in the side of his neck.

Her obedience and softness softened Huo Minzheng's heart.

He stroked her long hair with his warm hands and said in a low voice: "My grandfather called me before I went downstairs and invited us to a banquet tonight."