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

By chance, Song Qingshuang came down from upstairs after taking a nap, and Fu Yan introduced Mrs. Lan to her.

"Are you Yanyan hired from the housekeeping company?" Song Qingshuang looked at the other party.

She has been in the Huo family for more than ten years and has met many housekeeping aunts. From her demeanor and behavior, she can tell that she is a very experienced aunt, unlike those trained by ordinary housekeeping companies.

"Yes, Ms. Song."

Lan Sao said, taking out her professional qualification certificate and company documents from her bag.

She has always had her professional qualification certificate, but Mr. Huo sent someone to arrange the company documents for her.

After Song Qingshuang looked at it carefully, she returned the two things to her, "You don't need to do anything special. Just prepare good hygiene and three meals. I don't like to be disturbed. If nothing happens, don't call me."

Mrs. Lan had heard that Song Qingshuang was suffering from depression before she came. She had done her homework in advance and knew what to do.

"Okay, Ms. Song, Ms. Fu has told me everything."

After settling Mrs. Lan, Fu Yan took Song Qingshuang to the Qin family's hospital.

When Lyon was discharged from the hospital, Song Qingshuang brought some medicine to treat depression, but the medicine for the wrist wound needed to be changed at the hospital.

On the way back, the wound was wet with sweat, and Fu Yan was worried about infection.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fu Yan went to line up to pay, then looked back for Song Qingshuang, only to find her sitting on a chair in the lobby, her head raised and she didn't know who she was talking to.

The man was blocked by a thick pillar in the hall, and his face could not be seen. He could only see a pair of straight and slender legs under his trousers.

It's a man.

Fu Yan took the temporary card issued by the hospital and walked quickly towards it.

But the pillar no longer blocked her view, and she recognized the man standing in front of Song Qingshuang as Fu Hanlin.

I don't know what Song Qingshuang was saying to Fu Hanlin. Fu Hanlin nodded slightly and smiled.

"Brother Fu."

Fu Yan approached.

Fu Hanlin turned his head and looked at her with a pair of gentle eyes behind his rimless glasses, "Yan Yan."

Fu Yan walked over without changing his expression, "Why are you here?"

"There was something wrong with the broken arm before. Come to the hospital to take a X-ray."

It was the time when Aji kidnapped her. In order to chase the car, Fu Hanlin crashed into the stone pier beside the bridge and broke his arm.

Fu Yan worriedly asked, "What's the result?"

Fu Hanlin pretended to be relaxed and said: "Maybe he is older and not as good as the younger guys. The callus has just started to grow. It is a good start. Don't worry."

"That's good." Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But Fu Hanlin can't be considered old by any means.

He was only thirty-one, a man in his prime.

Fu Yan thought of Huo Minzheng. He was thirty years old, but he didn't want to admit that he was old at all.

Song Qingshuang stood up and held Fu Yan with one arm, "I'll invite Mr. Fu to the old house for dinner in the evening to thank him for taking care of me."

Fu Yan was stunned and looked at Fu Hanlin.

Fu Hanlin never saw the embarrassment flashing in her eyes for a moment.

She accompanied Song Qingshuang to the hospital, but had to line up by herself. It was obvious that Huo Minzheng didn't come, and he didn't even send anyone to accompany her.

He knew very well how much Huo Mingzheng loved Fu Yan.

The current situation can only be explained as Song Qingshuang wants to break up Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng.

Therefore, Fu Yan doesn't want to contact any man except Huo Mingzheng now.

He politely rejected Song Qingshuang, "I may not be able to attend the banquet. I have something else to do tonight."

Fu Yan lowered his eyes.

The fingers on her side were clenched tightly, and Fu Hanlin could always see through her embarrassment.

She guessed that eighty percent of what he said was to avoid embarrassing her.

"That's it..." Song Qingshuang held Fu Yan's arm and found that her body was a little tight.

After all, she was Fu Yan's biological mother, and her beloved daughter was Mo Ruomu.

She pinched Fu Yan secretly, but Fu Yan was indifferent.

After Fu Hanlin turned around and left, she stared at Fu Yan coldly, "Fu Hanlin rejected my invitation because of your hint, right?"

"Mom, where are you thinking? Fu Hanlin has such a distinguished status, what can I hint to him?"

Fu Yan also looked very unhappy.

Song Qingshuang pushed her, "Well, he hasn't gone far yet. If you personally invite him to our house for dinner, I don't believe he won't agree."

"Are you done yet?" Fu Yan couldn't bear it anymore.

Song Qingshuang pushed her again, "I won't change the dressing unless you ask for it in person."

Fu Yan clenched her back molars, her clear eyes gradually turned red, and she took a deep look at Song Qingshuang.

Although Song Qingshuang regretted what she said, she was also angry with Fu Yan.

Even if Fu Hanlin was so kind to her, she would hang herself on Huo Mingzheng's tree.

In what way is Fu Hanlin inferior to Huo Mingzheng!

She was not defeated at all.

Fu Yan sighed, turned around, and strode after Fu Hanlin in the direction he left.

"Brother Fu."

Hearing her voice, Fu Hanlin stopped in time and stopped.

Fu Yan was still a few steps away from him. The moment he stopped, he took a few steps back and couldn't help but frown, "Why are you running?"

Fu Yan didn't dare to look him in the eyes, but said, "My mother really wants to treat you to dinner. Are you free tonight?"

It turned out to be for this matter.

Fu Hanlin looked past her to Song Qingshuang, who was standing there. A trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes, but he said gently to Yan: "What about you? Do you want me to go?"

Fu Yan didn't know how to answer this.

Because of this issue, we have already crossed the border of ambiguity.

She gave a compromise answer: "Just a casual meal."

Fu Hanlin nodded, "Okay, I will go to the banquet on time tonight."

Fu Yan felt relieved, but at the same time she felt like a stone was pressing down on her, and a smile appeared on her face.

Just as she turned around, Fu Hanlin asked, "What's wrong with your mother? I think her condition is very wrong."

Fu Yan didn't hide it from him, "She is depressed, so she is very emotionally unstable now. If she says anything to you, don't take it seriously."

A trace of complicated emotions flashed across Fu Hanlin's eyes, and they disappeared in an instant. Du Yan nodded to express his understanding.

Seeing her return to Song Qingshuang, as if on a business trip, Song Qingshuang took her arm and walked to the elevator with her.

Fu Hanlin turned around and left the hospital hall.

The driver had already driven the car to the door. After he got in the car, he gently rubbed the wrist of his right hand. His peaceful eyes were like cracks on the surface of the earth, leaving traces of them.

What Song Qingshuang suffered from was indeed depression.

When he went to Lyon to meet Song Qingshuang, he saw the medicine on the coffee table. Although she put it away in time, he still saw the name of the medicine.

After returning to Nancheng, he checked the effects of those medicines.

The answers are basically the same, they are psychotropic drugs for the treatment of depression.