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

A group of people stayed in Cheng Weijin's house.

During the Zurich Festival, Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan just lived in the house, and there were servants cleaning it regularly. The house was very clean, close to the river bank, with a good view, and it was comfortable to live in.

After settling in, the Romont family arranged for a vehicle to pick them up.

Klande's funeral will be held tomorrow at a church in Zurich.

The car was parked outside the old castle of the Romont family. Mr. Romont was shocked when he suddenly heard that Clander had passed away. The doctor had just left.

"Everyone has had a hard journey. Please sit down and rest. Mr. Romont will be here soon."

The steward respectfully invited them in.

Huo Mingzheng was held by Fu Yan's hand.

Cheng Weijin's eyes turned red and she said to the housekeeper, "I'm going to find dad."

"No need." An old voice came.

Everyone followed the source of the sound and saw that it was Mr. Romont.

Supporting him was Clande's only son, Arthur.

Cheng Weijin hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, choking with sobs and saying, "Dad, are you okay?"

"Hippo." Old Mr. Romont put his hand on his younger daughter's shoulder and sighed repressedly, "Klande left too suddenly."

Cheng Weijin hugged the old man and said, "Dad, you will get there soon. Please take care of yourself."

She glanced at Arthur next to her again, her eyes full of pity, and patted the other person's arm, "Sorry, Arthur, you have to take care of your body."

"Thank you, aunt." Arthur's voice was hoarse.

He looked at Huo Mingzheng and the others. His eyes first swept across Fu Yan's face without leaving any trace, and then paused for a few seconds on Huo Chengyao. "Is this... Mingzheng's uncle?"

Cheng Weijin introduced: "He is Ming Zheng's uncle. Just call him uncle like Ming Zheng."

Arthur stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards Huo Chengyao. His hoarse voice sounded a little trembling, "Uncle, you have had a hard journey."

Huo Chengyao stood up and shook hands with the young man in front of him. He found that the other man was wearing elastic gloves on his hands, but he did not point them out or show any curiosity.

He said gently: "My condolences."

Arthur glanced at Huo Chengyao's gray temples and looked away.

He nodded to Huo Chengqi, "Uncle."

Huo Chengqi patted Arthur's arm and said sincerely: "Sorry, if you need any help, just ask."

Arthur returned a forced smile.

He walked towards Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan.

"Ming Zheng, are your eyes okay?"

Huo Minzheng shook his head.

"It will be fine, don't worry too much."

"I didn't expect my uncle to pass away so suddenly. My cousin, I'm sorry." Huo Minzheng said regretfully.

"Who says it's not the case? My father has always been a cautious driver. I didn't expect that something like this would happen."

Arthur sighed and looked at Fu Yan beside Huo Mingzheng, "Mia, it's been a hard journey."

He called Fu Yan by his English name.

Fu Yan shook his head and said, "Your condolences."

Before dinner started, Fu Yan helped Huo Mingzheng go to Mr. Romont's room and listened to Huo Mingzheng's words and waited for him in the study downstairs.

The study room of the Romont family is very large, almost a flat space.

There is a writing area, a reading area, and bookshelves lined up vertically and horizontally. It is so dark that you can't see the end of it.

Fu Yan picked up a book on the table and sat on the sofa. Suddenly he heard something coming from the window.

She walked over, opened the window and took a look. A group of pigeons flapped their wings and flew past her, covering most of the sunset. Their overwhelming wings split the sunset sky into pieces, and she was so scared that she took a step back. .

"scared you?"

A hoarse and deep voice came.

Fu Yan turned around in shock and glanced at Arthur, who was leaning against the wall.

He was holding a small gray iron bucket in his hand, containing corn kernels and wheat.

It looked like he was feeding pigeons.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arthur, I didn't see you." Fu Yan apologized for his gaffe.

Arthur raised his lips slightly, "It's okay, I scared you."

He grabbed a handful of mixed wheat and corn kernels from the iron bucket and threw them not far away. The group of pigeons flew over with fluttering wings.

"The pigeons were raised here by my father during his lifetime. They don't like to eat ready-made pigeon food. They like to eat fresh corn kernels and wheat. They are very picky eaters."

Fu Yan looked at the group of gray-white doves and said, "Doves symbolize peace and faith. Your father must be such a person."

Arthur looked towards the direction of the sunset, half-squinted his eyes, and breathed out, "My father... is indeed that kind of person."

"My condolences." Fu Yan said again.

However, she heard from Huo Mingzheng that Arthur was not at home all year round, and his relationship with his father could not be called distant, but it could not be called close. It was more distant than the average father-son relationship.

Arthur suddenly looked at Fu Yan.

Across the window frame, the woman's face and lips are red and white, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and her beauty is nourished.

He looked away and threw out another handful of corn kernels, "I heard about the accident. Ming Zheng lost his sight because of the fire. What about you, are you injured?"

Fu Yan shook his head.

"I'm not hurt."

She pointed to her forehead, "There is only a small scratch, and it is no longer visible."

Arthur carried the iron bucket and took two steps toward the window.

He was tall and had long legs, so he could reach the window frame even when standing under the window. He placed the iron bucket on the edge of the window, raised his head and glanced at Fu Yan's forehead. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Just now in the living room, he took a quick glance and saw only a thin strip of pink flesh. Now that he looked carefully, he could not see any other wounds.

"Want to feed the pigeons?"

he asked.

Fu Yan looked at the gray-white pigeons walking around eating corn kernels on the ground not far away, and shook his head, "I have never fed pigeons."

"It's very simple, just do what I did just now."

Fu Yan glanced at Arthur, reached for the iron bucket on the window edge, grabbed a handful of corn kernels, and threw the corn kernels out with all his strength.

But she wasn't strong enough and couldn't throw it far enough. Most of the corn kernels fell at Arthur's feet.

But the pigeons only had food in their eyes, and didn't see anyone at all. They flapped their wings and flew over here in an instant.

Fu Yan subconsciously took a step back. Arthur turned his head and stood with his backlight among the flapping wings. He looked at Fu Yan and said two words.

But the sound was covered up by the sound of pigeons flapping their wings. Fu Yan vaguely heard someone calling her Yan Yan?

When the pigeons stopped on the ground to eat corn kernels, Fu Yan asked doubtfully: "Mr. Arthur, what did you call me just now?"

"Fu Yan."

Arthur looked into her bright eyes and smiled slightly, "I call you Fu Yan."