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

In the car, Fu Yan looked at the neon lights of the city on the street. From one end of the street to the other, the long street could not be seen to the end.

Neither she nor Song Qingshuang spoke.

Back at the old house, after Song Qingshuang went upstairs, Mrs. Lan gave Fu Yan a strip of ointment to reduce swelling.

"Mr. Huo had someone send it here."

Fu Yan took the ointment and returned to the room.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Huo Minzheng, but when she thought about him running to drink regardless of her body, she was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a bath, she put ointment on her face.

When she came out of the bathroom, she found Song Qingshuang in her room, holding a pillow in her hand.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Fu Yan wiped the end of his hair.

Song Qingshuang moved the pillow on Fu Yan's bed to the other side of the bed and put down her own pillow, "I can't sleep alone, so I'll sleep with you."

"I'm not used to sleeping with other people."

After paying, his face turned cold.

You don't need to think about it to know that this is a disguised form of surveillance. Be careful of her contacting Huo Mingzheng.

Song Qingshuang glanced at her faintly, "Where did you live before I returned to China? Don't you sleep with Huo Minzheng every day?"

With that said, she lay down without waiting for Fu Yan to agree or not.

Fu Yan knew that no matter where she slept tonight, her mother would follow her.

So I gave up the idea of ​​changing rooms.

After drying her hair, she turned off the light, left a night light on and lay down.

She was about to take her phone to check the time, but found that the phone she had placed on the bedside table was missing.

She sat up immediately.

Song Qingshuang turned over and said, "My phone is here. Stop playing with it before going to bed. Go to bed early."

Fu Yan stood by the bed. The feeling of suffocation that hit her face made her mind go blank for a moment. She looked at Song Qingshuang's back, sighed helplessly, and lay down to sleep.

But there was no sleepiness at all.

In the quiet room, she could hear Song Qingshuang's suppressed sigh.

It was very late and she was still awake.

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Yan opened his eyes again, turned on the bedside lamp, raised his upper body, and gently patted Song Qingshuang on the shoulder, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingshuang sobbed softly, "It's okay. Did it disturb you to take a rest?"

Fu Yan helped her sit up. Song Qingshuang wiped her tears and turned her head away, "Don't look, Mom is ugly like this."

Only then did Fu Yan remember that she was probably ill and couldn't control her suppressed emotions, so she secretly cried.

"Mom, it's okay, I'll stay with you." She hugged Song Qingshuang.

Song Qingshuang stood next to her, "Really? Will you always stay with mom?"

Fu Yan hummed, "Mom, you are my only relative. I need you very much."

Song Qingshuang nodded and murmured: "You need me very much."

After Song Qingshuang fell asleep, Fu Yan lay on the pillow and looked at the moonlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains, and fell asleep unknowingly.

When her breathing slowed down, Song Qingshuang opened her eyes, and there was no trace of sleepiness in her eyes.

She kept repeating in her mind that she was set up by Huo Mingzheng. It was because of her that her daughter was forced to stay with Huo Mingzheng. From pregnancy to miscarriage, she suffered so much...

She couldn't control these negative emotions at all. Instead, the more she thought about it, the more she hated and hated Huo Mingzheng.

When Fu Yan got up the next day, Song Qingshuang had already washed herself and was lying on the deck chair on the terrace.

In fact, what she didn't know was that Song Qingshuang stayed up all night and lay on the deck chair on the terrace for the rest of the night.

Looking at the mobile phone on the bedside table, Fu Yan turned over and picked it up. There were no unread messages or missed calls.

When she arrived at the company and opened WeChat, she found that Huo Mingzheng's chat box at the top was missing.

She searched Huo Mingzheng's WeChat ID, but found that there was none.

An unprecedented anger swept over him, and Fu Yan called Song Qingshuang, "Have you touched my WeChat account?"

Her phone was unlocked with a fingerprint, and her mother must have taken her hand to test the fingerprint while she was asleep.

Song Qingshuang hummed calmly, "Since I won't contact you in the future, why keep me here?"

"Who said I won't contact him in the future? Don't go too far!"

Fu Yan hung up the phone, manually entered Huo Mingzheng's phone number, and added his WeChat account.

Suddenly, the phone interface changed, and the caller ID showed: Cao Fang

She swiped the screen, and what came from the other end of the phone was a familiar deep voice: "It's me."

Huo Ming used Cao Fang's mobile phone to call her...

His phone number was blocked.

Fu Yan put his fist on his forehead and breathed into his throat. He couldn't swallow or spit it out, until Huo Minzheng's voice came again, "Pull me out of the dark room."

Fu Yan exited the call interface, opened the blacklist in the address book, and pulled Huo Mingzheng out.

However, Huo Minzheng didn't ask any more questions and whispered: "Come down, I'm in Fang Xin's underground garage."

Fu Yan remembered that she had clearly said in the hospital last night that she would not see him for five days, but when he appeared downstairs in the company, she could not bear to do so.

She took her cell phone out of the door, entered the elevator and pressed down to the second floor.

Huo Mingzheng's car was parked at the same place, and Fu Yan saw it at a glance.

She walked over and Cao Fang opened the car door.

She caught sight of Huo Mingzheng in a white shirt.

He usually wears black shirts more often, and the white ones make his temperament more noble.

For some reason, Fu Yan felt sour when she saw him, but she resisted this inexplicable emotion and got into the car.

"Have you had breakfast?" Huo Mingzheng asked her.

She was just about to lie, but soon realized that Mrs. Lan was his, and he would definitely know that she had not eaten breakfast.

"Didn't eat much."

After waking up, she couldn't wait to go to work in the company immediately.

No wonder I have seen posts on the Internet before, saying that depression is not only difficult for patients, but also for their families.

She had only faced her mother for less than two days, and she was already on the verge of emotional breakdown.

Huo Mingzheng took a food box from next to his seat and opened the lid.

Fu Yan smelled something familiar to her.

"I made you a bowl of porridge and fried eggs."

It takes a long time to cook porridge.

At first she thought it was Mrs. Lan who tipped off the news, but now it seemed that he had already guessed that she couldn't eat.

Huo Mingzheng took a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her mouth, "If you are in a bad mood, you need to have breakfast. I have contacted the best expert in treating depression. He will be in Nancheng this afternoon. I will arrange for him to stay in Qinheng 's hospital."

Fu Yan naturally took a mouthful of porridge and nodded, "This way my mother will think she is a doctor from Qin Heng Hospital and won't reject him."

As expected, Huo Mingzheng was thoughtful.

The two were quiet for a while.

Huo Minzheng took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of her mouth, "I won't drink randomly anymore. Last night was my fault. We won't quarrel in the future."

Fu Yan was stunned.

Huo Mingzheng, this is...

Are you apologizing to her?

"Don't you forgive me?" Huo Minzheng handed a spoonful of porridge to her mouth.