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

Fu Yan asked a nurse to help her watch Song Qingshuang, and she left the hospital with her mobile phone and hailed a taxi.

Today is Monday.

"Master, go to the Huo Group."

The car was driving on the road. From a long distance away, Fu Yan could see the burnt-black building at a glance, which was where she had eaten yesterday.

Only the black frames of the windows were left, and one look at them showed how big the fire was yesterday.

She didn't know what she was thinking, her mind was so messed up that she didn't even realize when the car drove into Financial Street.

The receptionist recognized Fu Yan and unexpectedly said hello, "Miss Fu?"

"Hello, I'm going to the president's office. Please help me swipe my card."

Huo Minzheng gave her a card before, but now he doesn't have it with him, so she can't go to the top floor.

The front desk was stunned, "But Mr. Huo is on a business trip."

"On business trip?"

I just came back yesterday and rushed to the fire scene. Are you going on a business trip today?

How could such a coincidence happen?

Combined with what Cao Fang said, she had reason to believe that it was Huo Mingzheng who ordered it.

He just didn't want to see her.

"It's okay. I have something to do. Please help me swipe my card." She still insisted.

Without any further hesitation, the front desk made a respectful gesture of invitation and led Fu Yan to the elevator.

Seeing her natural actions, Fu Yan suddenly realized that Huo Mingzheng was really not in the company, otherwise the front desk would not behave so naturally.

Outside the elevator, she stopped.

"Forget it, I won't go up, please."

She turned around and left in a hurry, hailing a taxi at the entrance of the company, "Master, go to Jingsheng Garden... let's go to Mingyu Mansion."

If he is so angry, he will definitely never go to Jingsheng Garden again.

He rarely lived in other private residences and would never go there, let alone Huo Mansion.

The car stopped at Mingyu Mansion, Huo Mingzheng's No. 3 courtyard.

Fu Yan paid the fare, got out of the car and walked straight inside.

The guard called Uncle Luo when he saw Fu Yan.

Now he is waiting outside the courtyard.

"Where's Ming Zheng?"

Uncle Luo said without changing his face: "Mr. Huo is on a business trip."

On a business trip again?

Fu Yan nodded, "Okay, you're on a business trip, right?"

She said as she walked towards the house.

Uncle Luo hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo is really not here, please stop looking."

However, Fu Yan didn't listen to what he said. Instead of taking the elevator, he went to the master bedroom on the second floor.

no one.

study.

no one.

She went to the third floor again, but everything in the room was exactly the same as before she left, without any change.

There is no trace of anyone ever living there.

He's really not here.

Fu Yan stood by the door. It was a scorching hot day, but she felt chilly.

Seeing that her whole body looked like porcelain that was about to break, Uncle Luo, who was chasing after her, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo is really not here."

Fu Yan's heart ached with pain, and he asked hoarsely and tremblingly: "Uncle Luo, where has he gone? I want to find him."

Uncle Luo shook his head, "He's angry. You'd better not go to him."

"He is angry and I want to find him even more. Otherwise, how can he comfort himself? Uncle Luo, I beg you, tell me where he went?"

Uncle Luo looked at Fu Yan's red eyes and felt indescribably soft and distressed, but he couldn't say it.

"I really don't know where Mr. Huo went."

Fu Yan walked towards the window next to the bed.

Huo Mingzheng renovated the garden before. From this angle, you can see a whole field of rouge roses.

The roses are growing beautifully. With plenty of sunshine in the summer, the plants have grown wildly and many flowers have bloomed.

They were all planted by Huo Minzheng himself.

A tear fell to the ground, soaking the wooden floor.

Fu Yan took out his mobile phone, opened Huo Mingzheng's WeChat chat box, and typed words on the screen quickly with his fingers, unable to see the screen clearly with his blurred vision.

[Didn’t you tell me not to give up on you? What do you mean now? Are you going to give up on me? Let me tell you Huo Mingzheng, it's not that easy! 】

The message is sent.

She quickly typed two more words: [Asshole! 】

When Fu Yan turned around, his right leg hit the bedside table. The impact was so loud that the bedside table moved a long way away.

A book fell from the bedside table onto Fu Yan's instep.

Uncle Luo's expression changed and he hurried forward, "Miss Fu, are you okay?"

Fu Yan covered the place where she was hit, and her tears couldn't stop falling, one by one, hitting the book that Huo Mingzheng hadn't finished reading to her.

It is "Sonnet to Helen" by French poet Pierre de Ronsard.

Helen's lover died on the battlefield, and this poem was written by Lonza to comfort her.

There was a folded piece of rice paper tucked inside.

It was Huo Minzheng who held her hand and wrote it in his own hand: We live and die together.

"Did it hurt?" Uncle Luo was standing aside, watching her shed tears, and was so anxious that she couldn't stop crying.

Dense pains gathered in her heart, and her vision went black. She placed one hand on the bedside table, bent down, and picked up the book.

He tremblingly opened the page with the rice paper between it.

How did it become like this?

It was less than ten days before they went to Zurich. They spent the holidays together in Zurich and walked along the banks of the Limmat River. Under the sky full of fireworks, they only had eyes for each other.

But now Huo Minzheng didn't even see her face.

She never imagined that it would be their last sweet time.

Seeing Fu Yan walking out of the room, Uncle Luo glanced down at the rice paper that she had torn to pieces. He couldn't bear it anymore and his eyes were red.

Sighed.

What a trick.

Fu Yan took the car back to the hospital. When he got off the car to pay, he glanced at the WeChat interface.

There is no reply.

……

Far away in an ancient castle in Zurich.

Klande got up early in the morning, heard the door opening upstairs, chased him to the stairs, watched the tall and thin man coming down from the stairs, and asked knowingly: "Where are you going?"

"Yan Yan encountered a fire. I want to go back to see her." The man didn't even look at him.

"You want to go back to find her?" Klande stopped him.

He stopped him and said, "What identity do you use to go back now and what identity do you use to appear in front of her? You are just Huo Mingzheng's cousin. Is it too far-fetched for you to go to her with this identity?"

"I have my own way." The man looked thin, but his hands were very strong, and he was in a bad mood, so he pushed Klande away and hit the wall.

Klande groaned and grabbed the man's hand in desperation.

The man was so confused that he forgot to wear elastic gloves. Klande felt the cold warmth of his palm for a moment and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

This temperature is like the god of death.

"Don't be impulsive. She wasn't hurt. Someone else was hurt."

The man narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous cold light burst out from his eyes, sweeping over Clandestine's face, "Did you do it?"

He is so smart.

This was not the first time that Klande had appreciated his cleverness.