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

After hearing what Fu Yan said, Mr. Romont still shook his head, "There is only one. If the two brooches are really exactly the same, maybe the two brooches you have seen are the same."

His words were the same as what Huo Minzheng said before.

After learning that Huo Yuanshi was the mysterious person behind the scenes, Huo Mingzheng analyzed the brooch.

If the two brooches are actually the same, then the brooch that Uncle Huo gave her must have been made by Huo Yuanshi.

Because the brooch that was picked up by Shen Wei was nowhere to be found.

Huo Yuanshi had been paying attention to her secretly. He gave her the brooch, and he would definitely try his best to get it back.

So long ago, perhaps even earlier than she knew, Huo Yuanshi wanted to give her a rose brooch.

Fu Yan couldn't tell what he was thinking for a moment. It wasn't disgust or rejection, it was just regret for such a good brother, why did he become like that?

The loneliness in her eyes disappeared in an instant, but it was still captured by Huo Mingzheng.

"Don't think so much. It's all his own choice. No one forced him." He squeezed Fu Yan's hand.

Huo Yuanshi had an outstanding IQ when he was young. He was so wise that he was almost a demon.

People like him have many choices in life, but they choose the darkest path from which they can never turn back.

"It has been more than forty years since Mingzheng's grandmother lost the brooch. Huo Yuanshi was three years older than Mingzheng. It couldn't have been picked up by him. It should have gotten into his hands by accident." Luo Yuanshi. Mr. Monte returned Fu Yan's cell phone to her.

He has seen too many antiques and jewelry in his life, and he can tell at a glance whether it is the one that belongs to his wife.

Huo Mingzheng did not speak, but closed the lid of the jewelry box, his dark jade eyes covered with a layer of shadow.

Kelland, who was standing beside him, glanced deeply at the jewelry box held by Huo Mingzheng.

No one saw the corner of his mouth curve into a mocking arc.

He turned to smile and said, "It's really God's will. Now this set of jewelry has become a complete set, which shows that Fu Yan is the destined Mistress of Romont."

After getting in the car, Fu Yan glanced at Huo Minzheng beside him, and then said: "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Huo Minzheng turned his head.

Fu Yan held his hand and said, "I feel like you seem to have something on your mind. There were so many people just now, so I'm embarrassed to ask you."

Huo Minzheng said with a smile: "Have you developed the ability to see through my mind?"

Fu Yan really couldn't stand this man looking at her like this every time, half-smiling but not smiling, mixed with doting and tenderness, and he would get addicted to it if he wasn't careful.

"I am the person closest to you. If others can't see it, why can't I also see it?"

Any slight change in his expression was noticed by her.

But when these words fell into Huo Minzheng's ears, it turned into "she is always paying attention to him."

Fu Yan didn't know which word or words he said touched his heart. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and nuzzled her neck like a big dog.

"It's okay, I just saw that my grandfather gave you jewelry, but the things I prepared in advance were messed up, and I felt unbalanced."

"What's going on?" Fu Yan's curiosity was aroused.

"I won't tell you since I screwed up."

Fu Yan pushed his chest away and looked at him without blinking, with a complicated expression on his face, "You don't want to propose, do you?"

Huo Minzheng's eyes were slightly startled, but he controlled himself very well, and Fu Yan didn't notice anything strange.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was stiff, "Why is this expression on your face?"

"I just don't think you are someone who would do such an old-fashioned thing." Fu Yan looked into his eyes. His clear eyes were watery and looked very innocent and harmless.

There was nothing abnormal about Huo Mingzheng's hand on her waist, but the hand on the armrest was clenched suddenly.

So she doesn't like proposing?

There is a generation gap between the two of them because they are five years apart. Li Dongbai told him that women all like romance.

There has never been another woman in my life, let alone anyone I have ever spent time with.

The only one who stumbled upon her was that he wished he could give her the best in the world.

Seeing that he didn't answer her words, Fu Yan took a breath and said with an unbelievable expression, "You're not really going to propose, are you?"

Huo Mingzheng's hand on the armrest quietly let go, clasped it lightly on the armrest, and said without changing his face: "Of course not."

Cao Fang, who was driving in front, forgot to raise the baffle in the car.

Both he and Cao Yuan heard the lies Huo Minzheng told with his eyes open.

Cao Fang really couldn't figure out how Mr. Huo could say this so naturally.

But he didn't have the guts to listen to what he said next, and immediately raised the fender in the car.

He looked back at his brother, "Why didn't you react at all?"

"It's not me proposing." Cao Yuan had a cool expression.

Cao Fang was choked by him, there was nothing wrong with his words.

He turned the steering wheel and suddenly saw something on Cao Yuan's wrist from the corner of his eye. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head and took a serious look, then quickly looked away.

Cao Yuan wore a string of black Buddhist beads on his left wrist. The beads were not large in diameter and looked quite small and unique.

What's important is not this. What's important is that Cao Yuan never wears any decorations on his body, at most communication equipment.

Cao Yuan used to wear a long-sleeved black shirt, but today the temperature was quite high. He only wore a black half-sleeved shirt, so his wrists were exposed.

"Xiaoxia gave it to you?" he asked abruptly.

Cao Yuan paused and raised his left hand, "Well, she said she was safe."

keep us safe……

Cao Fang smiled a little.

Who will tell the living King of Hell to keep him safe?

But in the next second, he felt that his entire outlook on life had been overturned, and Cao Yuan actually blushed.

He cleared his throat and focused on driving. In the corner of his eye, Cao Yuan still had a cool expression, but even his ears turned red.

It was getting late when we returned to the house along the Limmat River.

Fu Yan's menstrual period suddenly came, and Huo Minzheng went downstairs to make brown sugar water for her while she was taking a bath.

There were rustling footsteps outside the door. While putting brown sugar in the cup, he looked back and saw that it was Cao Fang.

"Why don't you rest?"

Cao Fang stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Huo, the bullets in the eleventh sniper rifle that fell at the scene the night before yesterday have been tested."

Huo Mingzheng squeezed the spoon's hand for a moment, then put the spoon back into the glass jar with a clang.

"Is there anything unusual?"

Cao Fang frowned, "I wonder if I'm too sensitive, but the bullet is the same type as the one that shot Simon."

Simon, Huo Mingzheng's nominal uncle, was assassinated.