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

"Be careful not to fall." Huo Minzheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't be angry."

Fu Yan clenches his fist!

Two minutes later.

She was sitting at the dressing table putting on her makeup.

The skirt has been put on.

Huo Mingzheng ordered the clothes for her in advance, but the designer did not come to measure the size. He relied solely on Huo Mingzheng's oral interpretation, and it turned out to be accurate.

Fu Yan remembered that Huo Minzheng met her once when he was in junior high school and asked her if she had grown taller.

She was quite surprised at the time, but Huo Minzheng said calmly that his eyes were rulers.

Now she knew that Huo Minzheng's eyes were not only rulers, but also vernier calipers.

The makeup she put on was to match her clothes, so it wasn't too heavy, and the light makeup was applied to show off her facial features.

Just when she was about to put her hair up, Huo Minzheng came up behind her, took the hair out of her hand, turned it twice neatly and skillfully, and put it into a bun.

Then Fu Yan saw in the mirror that Huo Mingzheng took out a retro rose hairpin from his pocket.

She was stunned, this is not...

"When did you bring it?" She turned around subconsciously.

This was given to her by Cheng Weijin.

Huo Mingzheng's original words at the time were "give it to my ugly daughter-in-law."

Huo Minzheng turned the hairpin in his hand, pointed the tip of the hairpin towards him, curled his finger and poked her shoulder, "Turn it back."

Fu Yan turned back to the past.

"I just thought it would look good with this outfit, so I brought it here."

He inserted hairpins into the bun to secure his hair.

He put his hands on Fu Yan's shoulders, lowered his head, and pressed his face against Fu Yan's temples. He raised the corners of his lips and said, "It looks good."

Fu Yan's face heated up slightly. She was not able to blush easily now, "Why don't you say you're not ugly?"

"Tonight is so beautiful."

Fu Yan: "..."

I can't get angry at this.

Fortunately, the Romont family had dinner relatively late, and it was not yet dinner time when they arrived, so Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

The car was parked outside the castle.

Huo Mingzheng held Fu Yan's hand and walked in.

"Master Mingzheng, Miss Fu Yan." The housekeeper greeted respectfully.

"Where's grandpa?"

The housekeeper looked back and shook his head, "We were in the living room just now."

"I asked casually."

With that said, Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan's hand and walked in.

Different from the scene the night before yesterday, Huo Minzheng's arrival here tonight felt more like returning to his own home.

Fu Yan only knew that Cheng Weijin was Mr. Romont's favorite daughter.

He loved Huo Mingzheng even more, so he loved Huo Mingzheng even more, right?

Fu Yan came to attend the dinner the night before yesterday and only visited the restaurant and lobby.

Now Huo Mingzheng took her on a casual tour.

"This is my grandmother." Huo Mingzheng pointed to a woman in an oil painting on the wall.

Fu Yan didn't know how to paint, but this painting looked like it was painted by a famous artist.

Whether it's lines or light and shadow, everything is handled just right.

The woman in the painting is no longer young.

But time will not defeat the beauty.

Fu Yan could feel a force from her eyebrows.

It is gentleness and peace that overcome hardness with softness.

I have to say that Huo Mingzheng's grandmother is really a beauty.

Suddenly, Fu Yan's eyes stopped and fell on the hairpin on the woman's bun.

She held up the hairpin with her hand and looked at Huo Minzheng blankly, "This..."

Huo Minzheng held her hand in his palm, "Yes, it's the same one. My grandmother gave it to my mother, and my mother gave it to you."

Fu Yan didn't expect it to be such a valuable hairpin. She thought it was Cheng Weijin's private collection, but it turned out to be an inheritance.

Feeling that she became focused and serious for a moment, Huo Minzheng couldn't help but laugh at her little expression, but he didn't expose her.

When he led Fu Yan to the side, the back of his hand accidentally brushed against the bucket held by the oncoming servant.

"I'm sorry, Master Mingzheng." The servant quickly put down the wastewater bucket in his hand.

The edge of the bucket is mixed with paint, of all colors.

Huo Minzheng raised his hand and took a look. The back of his hand touched a piece of green paint.

The servant over there kept apologizing.

"It's okay." Huo Minzheng waved his hand to signal the other party to step back.

Huo Mingzheng went to the bathroom to wash his hands and asked Fu Yan to wait for him where he was.

Fu Yan looked at the portrait on the wall.

She recognized several people.

There was Mr. Romont, Kland, Cheng Weijin, Huo Mingzheng's aunt, and... Arthur.

It should be a photo of Arthur from earlier years.

The eyebrows and eyes are a little greener than now.

"This is my son Arthur."

A low-pitched voice came from behind her.

Fu Yan looked back and said hello quickly, "Mr. Kland."

Kelland smiled, "Didn't you call me uncle like Ming Zheng?"

"uncle."

Kelland nodded, "Don't be too restrained in front of me. I have a very good relationship with Ming Zheng's mother."

"I heard Ming Zheng talk about it."

Klande raised his eyebrows, "It's hard to imagine that Ming Zheng's mouth can say anything good about me."

Fu Yan couldn't help laughing, "He doesn't always have a venomous tongue."

Kelland smiled and raised his hand, "You don't have to rush to defend him. I grew up watching Ming Zheng. I know his character best."

He stood next to Fu Yan and explained to her the people in the painting. He caught a glimpse of the hairpin on the back of her head with his deep eyes.

"The hairpin is very beautiful. If I remember correctly, it should have belonged to Grandma Mingzheng."

Fu Yan nodded, "Yes."

Klande curled his lips.

He looked at Cheng Weijin's portrait on the wall and sighed: "So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Weijin's children are almost married."

He turned to look at Fu Yan, "Now there are only two males left among the Huo family's grandchildren, Ming Zheng and his cousin. It's a pity that Huo Yuanshi, I have met him twice before, and I have to say that he Better than Mingzheng in some aspects."

When Huo Yuan was mentioned unexpectedly, Fu Yan instinctively felt uneasy.

But she didn't want Kland to see it, so she changed the subject.

Kelland said unexpectedly: "You don't seem to want to mention Huo Yuanshi? As far as I know, you should have called him cousin? Are you not in a good relationship?"

Fu Yan shook his head silently, not knowing what to say.

Not only had she called him big brother, she had always regarded Huo Yuanshi as her own brother in her heart.

So when she mentioned this person again, her emotions were complicated and painful.

Klande said considerately: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you this, this is your privacy."

"Rouge."

Fu Yan raised her eyes and saw Huo Minzheng walking towards her.

Huo Mingzheng held her hand naturally and nodded slightly to Klande, "Excuse me, uncle. Grandpa is looking for us."

Kelland nodded, "Okay, you go ahead."

Looking at the backs of the two of them side by side, Klande's eyes became meaningful.