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

Fu Hanlin caught a glimpse of a figure coming out of the elevator out of the corner of his eye.

He turned around and looked over, but all he saw was the closed elevator door and the numbers beating down.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

It probably wasn't his imagination, that aura was very familiar.

It's Huo Mingzheng.

"Thank you, Brother Fu, I'm fine." Fu Yan avoided his hand calmly.

Fu Hanlin could still feel the residual warmth on her shoulders in his palms.

In the hot summer, it is a little cool and refreshing.

But it's also like a stream of water. The more you try to keep it and hold it hard, the harder it becomes.

He clenched his empty fingers and his voice became a little deeper unconsciously, "Where is Huo Mingzheng?"

"My mother doesn't want to see him."

She replied softly, lowering her head and forcing back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

"If he can't even solve such a matter, what is he doing?" Fu Hanlin's voice turned cold.

"My mother's situation is a bit complicated, not what you think." Fu Yan tried to explain.

But three days passed, and Huo Minzheng never showed up at the hospital.

Is he angry?

She begged him to leave that night, but he was indeed angry with her, and asked Cao Fang to bring her breakfast the next day.

Fu Hanlin lowered his eyes and looked at her intertwined hands. He wanted to grab her hand and hold it in his palm, but he was afraid that she would reject it and not be able to accept it.

He didn't want to do anything to take advantage of others, but this time, he felt her powerlessness and helplessness. Since Huo Minzheng couldn't give her complete protection and care, he didn't want to continue to be a gentleman.

At this moment, Fu Yan heard Song Qingshuang's shout. The sound penetrated the corridor and was heard by many people. Dissatisfied voices reached Fu Yan's ears from time to time.

"Brother Fu, my mother is awake. I'll go over there."

She took a deep breath, stood up, and ran towards the ward in large strides.

Song Qingshuang slept heavily and couldn't see Fu Yan when she woke up. She was worried that she would leave him alone and that she would secretly go to see Huo Mingzheng.

Even though her cell phone was always stuffed under her pillow, she still felt uneasy.

"Mom, I'm right here." Fu Yan ran to the bedside.

"Where have you been?"

Fu Yan remembered that before she went to bed, she said she was going to turn on the water, "I went to fetch water, did you forget? There are too many people, so I will queue up."

Song Qingshuang glanced at the bedside table and then at her empty hands, "Where's the kettle?"

"Here, Yan Yan forgot to take it."

A low-pitched voice came in.

Fu Yan turned around and saw Fu Hanlin walking in from the door carrying a dark green thermos.

The white shirt and black trousers make him warm and steady, and he has the steady aura of a mature man. The hand holding the water bottle is a healthy wheat color, and the cuffs are slightly rolled up, revealing a strong forearm.

"It's Mr. Fu, Yan Yan, why didn't you tell me Mr. Fu was here." Song Qingshuang glanced at Fu Yan complainingly.

When she saw Fu Hanlin, there was a rare smile on her face.

A completely opposite reaction to when he saw Huo Mingzheng.

She sat up with her hands on her hands, and Fu Yan supported her while putting pillows behind her back.

When she turned around, she met Fu Hanlin's eyes and silently thanked him.

Fu Hanlin looked away, put the kettle on the bedside table, and asked Song Qingshuang, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better. I feel better when I see you. Come here at noon. Is it too hot outside?" Song Qingshuang motioned to Fu Yan to pour water for Fu Hanlin.

Fu Hanlin stopped Fu Yan, "No trouble."

His arm was stretched across Fu Yan's body, and he would touch her body if he took any further step, so he immediately retracted his hand.

"I don't have anything to do in the afternoon. I plan to take Yan Yan out for a walk. Is it convenient for you?" he asked Song Qingshuang.

Song Qingshuang's eyes lit up slightly, "What can I do? Just call the nurse. You can just take her out. She has been taking care of me in the hospital for a few days, and she is almost exhausted."

Fu Yan had something to say, so Song Qingshuang pushed her gently and whispered, "Go quickly."

She was pushed forward and almost bumped into Fu Hanlin.

The man's strong hand held her shoulder and said warmly: "Be careful."

He remembered that she had flat feet, but it was hard to bring it up lest she lose face.

Fu Yan followed Fu Hanlin out of the ward and walked to the elevator. She said, "Brother Fu, thank you."

Fu Hanlin pressed the elevator's hand for a moment and looked at her.

"I know you want to help me out and let me go out for some air, but I'm fine. My mother will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow. It will be much better when she gets home. I won't go out."

Fu Hanlin took back his hand and suddenly asked, "How long has it been since you looked in the mirror?"

Fu Yan's hand unconsciously touched the side of his face, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I must be very sloppy now, right?"

If Huo Mingzheng saw her, he would laugh at her for being a sloppy little girl.

He loves neat and tidy people so much that he can't stand them.

Fu Hanlin didn't think she was sloppy. Even in an inconvenient environment like a hospital, she was clean and fresh. Her face without makeup looked more charming, with an indescribable sense of coolness and purity coexisting.

Her hair is of good quality and looks exceptionally smooth without having to take care of it.

He stared at her increasingly pointed chin, which was no longer the standard oval face before. "She has lost weight, has heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her complexion is also very bad. Have you eaten well?"

Fu Yan pursed his lips.

In fact, her three meals a day were brought to her.

Except for the breakfast on the first day, which was delivered by Cao Fang, the rest of the time was delivered by the bodyguard named David Yu, who turned into Didi's driver.

Breakfast is Cantonese breakfast, and lunch and dinner are meals from Wangyanlou.

But under such circumstances, she had no appetite at all and ate less.

Even if she didn't speak, Fu Hanlin could guess it.

When the elevator arrived, he said aloud: "If you continue like this, you will almost be forced to fall ill. I will take you to have Cantonese tea and relax."

Fu Yan still didn't want to move.

"Why, you don't even want to give Brother Fu some face?"

Fu Yan raised his eyes, met the man's calm gaze, and nodded.

Fu Hanlin drove the car himself, and the car was parked outside an old-fashioned Cantonese refreshment shop.

This is the only time-honored brand in Nancheng. I heard that the owner is an authentic Guangcheng native and made his fortune in Nancheng.

At this time, there were few people in the store. If it were morning or afternoon, the store would be overcrowded.

In about half an hour, the flow of people should slowly increase.

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Yan heard the waiter respectfully call Mr. Fu.

Fu Hanlin nodded slightly and led Fu Yan to the private room on the third floor.

The environment of the private room was quiet and elegant. Fu Yan felt a lot more relaxed when he was in it.

There was a self-service machine for ordering food in the private room. Fu Yan was not interested, so he followed Fu Hanlin's order.

After the snacks were served, Fu Yan raised his eyes and took a look.

All are what she likes to eat.

She looked at Fu Hanlin, who poured her a cup of tea without saying a word, "Have a try. You don't have to eat it all. The most important thing is to enjoy it."

As soon as Fu Yan took the teacup, a huge explosion suddenly came from nowhere. The whole building seemed to shake, the window glass rattled, and a heat wave spread from the ground under his feet!