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

Fu Yan immediately turned around and said, "I didn't see anything."

Song Qingshuang looked in the direction she just looked, but saw nothing, so she had to give up and lean back on the chair with her eyes closed to rest.

After his mother closed her eyes, Fu Yan looked back again.

Huo Minzheng also looked towards her.

Not long after, a flight attendant pushed a trolley to her side and stuffed a small card into her.

A pure white card, with words written in black pen on it, dragons and phoenixes dancing, a font she was familiar with——

Have a good sleep.

It is hard to imagine that Huo Mingzheng used such beautiful words to write such doting and contrasting words.

Fu Yan found a pen next to his seat and replied——

I'm not sleepy, why don't you sleep? And don't trouble other ladies to pass little notes for you.

She handed the card to the flight attendant and made an apologetic face.

After a while, the flight attendant came to Fu Yan again and handed her the card.

Huo Mingzheng added another sentence below her words——

She is Cao Fang's cousin.

Fu Yan was stunned. She really didn't realize it, but she had heard before that Cao Fang and Cao Yuan had a cousin who was a stewardess.

However, because of their uncle's family difficulties, although they could not adopt them when they were young, he still helped them a lot in their lives.

So the relationship between this cousin and Cao Fang and Cao Yuan is very good.

So the next time, Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng uploaded small notes on the plane.

It was already the morning of the second day when the plane arrived in Nancheng.

Fu Yan planned to take his mother to stay in a hotel first, but her mother said, "Go and stay in the house your Uncle Huo left for me."

Holding the suitcase, Fu Yan looked at his mother, "Didn't you say you don't want to have anything to do with the Huo family? Uncle Huo is a member of the Huo family in life, and he will be the soul of the Huo family in death."

"Don't talk nonsense with me here. Your Uncle Huo gave it to me before we got married. It's a gift. I didn't ask for any of his property after we got married."

Because before she married the fifth eldest son of the Huo family, Mr. Huo asked her to sign a prenuptial agreement.

Huo Wuye was in poor health and did not help the Huo family in any way. He turned a blind eye and felt guilty about her. Before receiving the certificate, he gave her an old bungalow in private.

Fu Yan knew that the old bungalow was in a quiet location amidst the hustle and bustle.

After she was admitted to college, she moved out of the Huo family and lived in the school dormitory. At that time, her mother asked her if she wanted to live there and would arrange for an aunt to take care of her food and daily life.

She refused.

This time, Fu Yan could only follow her.

But that house has been unoccupied for so many years, and it is definitely not suitable for people to live in now.

Fu Yan was about to contact the housekeeping company and arrange for two people to clean it first.

Just when she took out her mobile phone to check the housekeeping company online, Huo Minzheng called.

The caller ID lighted up unexpectedly, and Fu Yan subconsciously turned the phone over to prevent Song Qingshuang from seeing it.

"This is the phone number of a colleague from the company. Mom, please wait for me now."

With that said, she walked to the side to answer the phone.

Obviously less than a day ago, the two of them were close lovers, but now they have to make a phone call secretly.

The man's low and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, "I've contacted you about a car. The old bungalow has been cleaned in advance and the daily necessities have been bought. You can move in at any time."

Fu Yan was stunned. She covered the receiver and lowered her voice: "How did you know we were going to the old bungalow?"

"Where can your mother live when she returns to China?"

Only now did Fu Yan remember that Huo Minzheng was too narrow-minded and he had just predicted it in advance.

And his predictions were accurate.

In the past, Fu Yan was afraid that if she said one more word, he would be proud, but now she was particularly happy to coax him.

"As expected of Teacher Huo, you are awesome, you are really my idol!"

"Yanyan, are you okay? It's too sunny here!"

Song Qingshuang's call came from behind her.

Fu Yan held the phone tightly and said hastily: "I'm going to hang up now, and I'll tell you when I get there."

Just before she was about to hang up, the man said in a low voice: "Kiss me."

Fu Yan wanted to say that they were not together, so how could they kiss.

But the next second, something came to mind.

She looked around first, but there was no one there.

She quickly said "um mua" to the phone and hung up.

Before hanging up the phone, she heard the man's contented chuckle.

A seemingly ordinary car parked on the side of the road.

The car window lowered, revealing a somewhat familiar face. Fu Yan took a closer look and recognized it as Huo Mingzheng's bodyguard.

People under Cao Fang.

He was wearing sunglasses and spoke like a seasoned driver, "Is the mobile phone's tail number 6983?"

Fu Yan's mind was spinning quickly and he nodded quickly: "Yes, master, it's me who ordered the car."

As expected of one of Cao Fang's subordinates, his acting skills were so good that she almost thought she had recognized the wrong person.

The "driver" got out of the car and helped them carry their suitcases. When he walked to Fu Yan, he said quietly but quickly, "Miss Fu, I am from Brother Fang. I am not wearing a human skin mask. Brother Fang is afraid You worry too much, let me say hello to you."

"Thank you." Fu Yan whispered.

Cao Fang was still thoughtful.

At that moment, she was really frightened, because too many coincidental things had happened before, and she already had a psychological shadow.

She got in the car, and Song Qingshuang, who was looking around, asked her, "Do you know him?"

Fu Yan shook his head.

"Then what did you say?"

Fu Yan clenched his hands hanging by his side and told lies with his eyes open: "I asked him if I could get a discount. It's quite a long way to the old bungalow and the fare is very expensive. He agreed, so I went with him. Thank you."

It is indeed quite far from the airport to the old bungalow.

Song Qingshuang had no doubt that he was there.

But when she arrived at the old bungalow, looking at the spotless floor and brand-new retro-style furniture, Song Qingshuang glanced at Fu Yan suspiciously.

Fu Yan explained: "It was arranged by Ming Zheng. He guessed that you were coming back to live here, so he asked someone to clean it in advance and put in a new set of furniture."

Some things should be kept hidden, but some things must be spoken out on the spot.

And this was obviously not something she could do in such a short period of time, and she was not "suspected" of speaking for Huo Mingzheng.

The furniture looks expensive.

After all, Song Qingshuang has been in a wealthy family for so many years, she can tell it at a glance.

She still didn't give a good look.

Huo Mingzheng also arranged for Fu Yan to have an aunt who would take care of her food and daily life.

Fu Yan recognized her as Mrs. Lan who had taken care of her for a few days in Mingyu Mansion last year.

But Mrs. Lan only arrived at the old house in the afternoon.

At the door, Mrs. Lan explained to Yan: "Mr. Huo asked me to come now so that I could pretend that you hired me. He said that if I came early, your mother would be suspicious, and then I wouldn't be needed. If He is worried that no one will take care of your life."

Fu Yan's heart felt sore and swollen.

Huo Mingzheng didn't trust her.

He noticed even such small details.