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

Fu Yan suddenly stopped in his steps.

Knowing that this is a routine, but Huo Minzheng, a man who combines depth and wildness, listening to him act coquettishly once is more difficult than climbing the road to Shu.

The words "submit" made Fu Yan's bones go numb.

She turned back and stood by the car door.

Huo Minzheng was sitting in the car, motionless. Although he couldn't see it, he still faced her.

Huo Mingzheng is capable of both literary and military skills and has an outstanding temperament.

But nothing can be seen.

Fu Yan's heart felt sad again, and she couldn't help but reach out her hand and hold Huo Mingzheng tightly.

The man curled his lips and smiled.

It is said that women who act coquettishly have the best life, but Fu Yan thinks this statement is too absolute.

People who act like a spoiled child should have the best luck.

Regardless of men and women.

Including Huo Mingzheng.

Cao Fang and Cao Yuan got off the car immediately.

Uncle Luo came out with an umbrella, and it started to rain lightly.

When he saw Fu Yan holding Huo Mingzheng's hand, he felt happy and sad at the same time.

It’s good to know.

The young couple should not separate again from now on.

That day Fu Yan came to Mingyu Mansion to look for Huo Mingzheng. He saw the little girl crying and burst into tears, but he insisted that she was hurt by being hit by the bedside table. He felt unspeakably distressed.

He almost couldn't help but say that Mr. Huo was injured and lying in a coma in the hospital.

Fortunately, Mr. Huo woke up on the third day.

He held an umbrella and greeted her, "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo."

Huo Minzheng coughed into his fists and felt Fu Yan's fingers tighten.

He held her with his backhand and whispered: "The cough has improved a lot, and I think I won't be coughing in another two days."

Fu Yan kept it in mind, and turned around to ask Uncle Luo to stew some rock sugar snow pears, but then he thought, she would do it herself.

It’s just rock sugar and snow pear, how difficult can it be?

An hour later, Huo Mingzheng drank the pear soup stewed by Fu Yan.

He had an epiphany as soon as he took his first sip.

Not only are some people not suitable for cooking, but the entire field is best left alone.

There is a salty noodle soup in the front, and a sweet pear soup in the back.

After Huo Minzheng drank a whole bowl of pear soup, he cleared his throat frequently.

Fu Yan patted his back worriedly.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? There's still some in the stew pot. I'll get you another bowl."

Huo Minzheng quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "Eat slowly, don't rush. I just heard your cell phone ringing. Someone must have called you."

Fu Yan turned around to get the cell phone on the sideboard, and sure enough she saw Xiao Xia calling her.

She got up to answer the call.

Uncle Luo quietly poured a glass of warm water for Huo Mingzheng.

"Mr. Huo, drink some water to moisten your throat."

They are all smart people who see things through without telling them.

Huo Minzheng hummed and stretched out his hand, but failed to grab the water glass.

The hand with distinct joints was frozen in mid-air.

He pursed his thin lips.

There was no strange look on his face.

Seeing this, Uncle Luo couldn't help but feel sad. He brought the water cup closer to Huo Minzheng's hand so that he could hold it easily.

"Mr. Huo, don't be sad. The doctor said it's just temporary blindness. Maybe you'll be fine after you wake up."

The man hummed deeply, clenched the water glass, and drank the entire glass of water.

"Miss Fu went to make a phone call. Do you want me to help you go upstairs to rest?"

Huo Mingzheng sat motionless on the sofa, "You all should step aside and go back to your room to rest. Yanyan will take care of me."

Uncle Luo nodded: "Yes."

Just as he turned around, Huo Minzheng spoke again, "Just leave a porch light."

Uncle Luo didn't know why. Although Mr. Huo couldn't see and didn't need a light, they didn't save it to this extent.

But he did it anyway.

After turning off other lights, go back to your room and rest.

After Fu Yan hung up Xiaoxia's phone, he returned to the living room and saw Huo Minzheng sitting quietly on the sofa from a distance.

The lights in the living room were turned off, leaving only a hallway light.

In the dim light, he sat there, unable to see or move freely.

Immediately, Fu Yan felt a strong desire for protection in his heart.

She walked over quickly, "Where are Uncle Luo and the others?"

Huo Minzheng turned his head towards the source of the sound and said warmly, "Maybe he's tired."

"Why did you turn off the lights?"

As she spoke, she helped Huo Mingzheng up.

The man said disapprovingly: "I don't need a light anyway, so why do I turn on so many?"

Fu Yan's heart tightened and he held his arm tightly, "They actually left you here alone."

Fortunately she is back.

How long would he have to sit there alone?

Entered the elevator and went to the bedroom on the third floor.

Huo Minzheng slowed down and stopped holding Fu Yan.

"what happened?"

"I want to take a shower."

Fu Yan glanced at the burns on the back of his hands and reminded, "How do you wash your injured hands?"

Both of his hands were burned to varying degrees and they were not allowed to get wet.

Unless both hands are raised.

Huo Minzheng said in a low voice, "I can't sleep if I don't wash it."

Although his mysophobia is not serious, it is the norm in summer.

Indeed, both of them were sweating on the way back.

Huo Mingzheng's basal body temperature is higher than hers, and he sweats more.

Fu Yan took his hand into the bathroom, then found a stool and placed it next to the bathtub, helping him sit down.

"I'll get the bath towel first. Sit down and wait for me. Don't move."

Huo Minzheng agreed: "Okay."

By the time Fu Yan came back with the bath towel, Huo Mingzheng had already taken off all his clothes.

Sitting naked on a stool.

Fu Yan's hand on the door frame paused, his mind was briefly filled with blood, and he quickly closed the bathroom door.

"you……"

The words reached her lips but she choked them back.

Of course you have to take off your clothes when taking a shower.

If she has to be coy about this, then she has a bad intention.

Just taking a shower.

When she passed the mirror, she found that her face was very red.

It wasn't the first time she saw it, and she didn't know why she blushed.

She put the bath towel on the shelf, walked to Huo Minzheng, and took off the shower head.

Water flowed from the thermostatic faucet, and Fu Yan said softly: "Lower your head."

Huo Minzheng cooperated obediently.

Fu Yan made bubbles of shampoo in the palm of his hand, applied it to Huo Mingzheng's hair and rubbed it.

Huo Mingzheng's face was facing Fu Yan's chest.

A sweet and faint fragrance from her body floated in Huo Mingzheng's nose.

It's his familiar scent.

A place you can't put down.

Fu Yan had seen Huo Mingzheng naked many times.

But she had never given him a bath. This feeling was so subtle that her face became redder and redder, and her body temperature became higher and higher.

In the corner of his eye, something about Huo Minzheng became more and more excited.

This cannot continue.

She was ready to make a quick decision, "Close your eyes, I'm going to rinse your hair."

Huo Minzheng closed his eyes.

When the water rushed down, Huo Minzheng groaned and shook his hair.

"It's a little hot."

His hand hugged Fu Yan as if asking for help.

This action was unexpected by Fu Yan.

So much so that she staggered, and all the water thrown by Huo Minzheng splashed onto her.