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

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, and orange light was pouring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Huo Group's president's office.

Huo Mingzheng's face looked particularly profound in the half-bright light.

He hummed in a low voice, "Yan Yan."

"Huh?" Fu Yan looked at him on the screen.

The man muttered: "I will talk to your mother face to face."

Fu Yan was stunned, "Didn't we agree to wait until my mother's condition stabilizes..."

"I can't wait any longer." Huo Minzheng's voice was low and his eyes were fixed on Fu Yan.

He really couldn't wait any longer.

Can't wait for one more day.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yan sat in the room for a while and then realized that Huo Mingzheng probably knew that Fu Hanlin would come for dinner.

How could Mrs. Lan know this but not report it?

Until Song Qingshuang knocked on the door again, "Yan Yan."

She just came back to her senses.

Fu Yan opened the door to the room and said listlessly, "Mom, my period hasn't ended yet, so I don't want to drink mung bean soup."

After saying that, she wanted to close the door.

Song Qingshuang held the door panel, looked at her unhappy face, and said worriedly: "Then you must drink some water, you haven't drank any water all afternoon."

"Don't drink anymore."

Song Qingshuang took a step into the room and frowned, "Are you still blaming mom?"

Fu Yan looked silently at a French plane tree outside the window.

"Do you blame me for forcing you to invite Fu Hanlin?"

Fu Yan unclenched her teeth. She didn't know if it was because of her menstrual period, but her mood suddenly rose. "You invited Fu Hanlin. You invited him to dinner. What does it have to do with me?"

"Before I was in Lyon, it was thanks to his care that I was able to settle down. As my daughter, don't you feel grateful to him at all?"

"The way to thank him is to be sold to him by you?"

In the hospital before, in order to allow her to change her medicine and to avoid affecting other people in an environment like a hospital, Fu Yan had to compromise before agreeing to her.

Now that she was pouring out her resentment and anger, Song Qingshuang's face stiffened.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped Fu Yan!

There was a "pop" sound!

She said angrily: "What do you mean by selling to him? Do you want to speak so harshly?"

Fu Yan covered his face that was hot from being slapped, and said coldly with red eyes: "Fu Hanlin is a gentleman. Of course he will not do anything to take advantage of others. But in the eyes of others, your behavior is like selling your daughter!"

Song Qingshuang's face turned pale.

She suddenly hugged her head and squatted on the ground screaming!

"Ah! Ah...ah!"

She screamed and pulled her hair.

The continuous screams attracted Mrs. Lan.

"What's wrong, Miss Fu!" Mrs. Lan hurriedly ran upstairs.

Fu Yan knelt down in front of Song Qingshuang with tears in her eyes, holding Song Qingshuang's hand tightly to prevent her from hurting him any more.

"Mom, I beg you, please don't do this."

Song Qingshuang rushed towards Fu Yan, leaned against her, grabbed her clothes tightly, and sobbed: "I will never allow you to be with Huo Mingzheng, I will never allow you to be with Huo Mingzheng..."

She repeated these words over and over again.

Huo Mingzheng was Mrs. Lan's employer. Hearing Song Qingshuang say this repeatedly, Mrs. Lan felt very complicated.

If Song Qingshuang was not a patient, Miss Fu's mother, or Mr. Huo's future mother-in-law, she would go over and argue with Song Qingshuang.

What's wrong with Mr. Huo?

Fu Yan patiently coaxed the person in his arms, "Didn't Fu Hanlin promise to come to the banquet? If he comes and sees you like this, he will definitely think you are too rude. Mom, can you get up and I will comb your hair." "

This sentence really works.

Song Qingshuang's mood stabilized. She held Fu Yan's hand tightly and asked Fu Yan to comb her hair without leaving her sight for a moment.

The doctor in Lyon told Fu Yan that Song Qingshuang's condition was relatively complex and a special case of depression, so she was different from other patients with depression.

Fu Yan could only coax her like a child.

After combing Song Qingshuang's hair, Song Qingshuang took her back to the room to pick out clothes.

"The clothes I'm wearing are pretty good." Fu Yan didn't want to change into any clothes.

Song Qingshuang forced her to choose a dress in front of the wardrobe.

She brought these clothes to Zurich.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshuang took a fancy to the new Chinese-style skirt Huo Minzheng gave Fu Yanding.

The night before returning, Fu Yan wore the same dress when she accompanied Huo Mingzheng to Luo Monte's house for dinner.

It prefers the style of the Republic of China, which is retro and bright, with a pattern of roses on a white background.

Song Qingshuang's eyes lit up, "This skirt is so beautiful, I'll wear this one."

"I won't wear this." Fu Yan hung up the skirt.

The dress Huo Mingzheng gave her, what does it mean if she wears it to other men?

If he found out, it wouldn't be as simple as overturning the jealousy. She might have to coax him for a long time.

But Song Qingshuang took a fancy to this skirt, "You have a good figure, this will look good on you."

She forced the clothes into Fu Yan's hands and urged: "It's half past five. Go and change quickly. The guests will be here later."

At this moment, Mrs. Lan called from the other side of the stairs: "Ms. Song, Mr. Fu is here."

Song Qingshuang's lifeless eyes lit up, and she urged Fu Yan, "You must change into this skirt. I'll go downstairs to entertain him first."

Fu Yan agreed perfunctorily.

When Song Qingshuang came downstairs, she hung the skirt back up and gently smoothed the hem.

Then he went downstairs.

When Song Qingshuang saw her coming downstairs, she was still wearing the same clothes, a simple T-shirt and linen pants, with her hair tied back casually.

Her face immediately darkened.

Before she could speak, Fu Yan came over with a smile, "Brother Fu."

She sat on the sofa diagonally opposite Fu Hanlin.

Song Qingshuang suppressed the anger in her heart, glanced at Fu Yan, smiled and said to Fu Hanlin: "I'm going to see how Mrs. Lan's dinner is being prepared, and let Yan Yan talk to you."

Fu Hanlin said calmly: "If you feel uncomfortable, just sit down and stop working."

"I'm not tired. I'm glad you came."

With that said, Song Qingshuang winked at Fu Yan and told her to talk to Fu Hanlin properly.

Fu Yan pretended not to see it, but he politely poured Fu Hanlin a cup of tea.

Fu Hanlin took the teacup, and his fingertips accidentally touched hers. Fu Yan's hand shrank, and the water in the teacup sloshed and splashed on the back of Fu Hanlin's hand.

"I'm sorry, Brother Fu." Fu Yan quickly took out a piece of paper.

Fu Hanlin took the paper and wiped the back of his hands, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, the tea is not hot."

Fu Yan pursed his lips.

She looked down at her slippers and said awkwardly: "My mother just had some misunderstandings about Ming Zheng, so she went to the doctor in a hurry and found you. I hope you don't take it personally."

Fu Hanlin held the tea cup and took a sip, his voice a little blurry, "It's good that she can find me."

At least it won't be anyone else.