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

The house Fu Yan lives in now was rented when she graduated, and later moved into the house bought for her by Huo Mingzheng.

The reason why the rent is not canceled here is also for convenience.

Not many people knew she lived here.

She opened the door and was surprised to see Song Qingshuang holding a cell phone outside the door and talking to her.

"Didn't you say you haven't come back from your business trip yet?" Song Qingshuang glared at her while hanging up the phone, with an expression that read her thoughts.

She pushed Fu Yan away and stepped through the door, holding C's bag in her hand. Fu Yan had seen it when she was surfing the Internet. It was a new model and cost more than [-] yuan.

"Mom, why did you buy it again..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm telling you Fu Yan, I'm your mother, don't be mean in front of me, I'm doing this for your own good." As he said this, he stuffed the paper bag in his hand into her arms.

Inside were new clothes bought for her, which completely stopped her desire to uglify herself.

Song Qingshuang supervised her entire makeup process. Later, when he saw her dawdling and delaying the process, he simply started doing it himself.

When he arrived at the place where the dinner was scheduled, Fu Yan got out of the car and saw the antique building in front of him. He had a headache.

Tianshui Tower.

Huo Mingzheng's place.

Song Qingshuang mentioned it on the phone before, but at that time she was only thinking about how to refuse and didn't listen at all.

She panicked for no reason and subconsciously glanced at Huo Mingzheng's exclusive parking space.

empty.

With a sigh of relief.

Just as she looked away, a Bentley drove slowly from the side of the road.

At this time, dusk fell, and the headlights of the car came over, making it misty.

It wasn't that Fu Yan had good eyesight, but that the license plate number was too eye-catching.

The boundaries of Nancheng are accessible everywhere.

She quickly dragged Song Qingshuang to leave, but Song Qingshuang also saw it, pulled her back again, and lowered her voice: "Your second brother."

There was the sound of the car door closing over there. Cao Fang got out of the car and opened the back seat door.

Fu Yan turned away and saw the man's slender legs stepping out of the car. He had just come out of the company. He was wearing a black and solemn suit. He must have been on the phone just now. His face was cold and inhumane.

He took off the Bluetooth headset and the file with one hand and handed them to Cao Fang. He turned his head and said something, and then came over.

"Five aunts."

The man's voice was low and sweet, yet too cold.

Even so, Song Qingshuang, who was not popular in the Huo family, was still flattered, "Hey, Mingzheng, are you coming to eat too?"

Huo Minzheng was noncommittal, his eyes casually glanced at Fu Yan who turned away from him, and with a hint of ridicule on his lips, "Where's the fifth aunt?"

Fu Yan tugged at the hem of her clothes, but Song Qingshuang turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "I introduced a date to Yan Yan, and we made an appointment to have dinner here."

There was a chuckle, but the meaning was unclear, "Yanyan has reached the age to talk about marriage."

Cold sweat ran down Fu Yan's back. The word Yan Yan came out of his mouth. It sounded nice, but it made people breathless for no reason.

He had never called her that.

The last time she said she regretted provoking him, Huo Mingzheng was aloof and arrogant. He was always praised by the stars and would not bow down to women easily.

The two broke up on bad terms and didn't contact each other for a few days. It was a tacit agreement that they would separate and no longer have anything to do with each other.

When they met now, he looked at ease, but she was so embarrassed that she wished she could crawl into the ground.

Song Qingshuang looked back at Fu Yan and snorted: "Look, even your second brother said this, how old do you want to delay it?"

She looked at Huo Mingzheng again, forgot about everything for a moment, and said with a smile: "How about Mingzheng come with you later, so that Yan Yan can check things out."

"Mom!" Fu Yan couldn't bear it anymore, "Stop talking, he... the second brother is busy."

Huo Minzheng turned his watch with his right hand and raised his eyes to scan her red face, "I have an appointment with someone for dinner, otherwise I can help Yan Yan see how good the other party's conditions are."

The last sentence almost stuck in Fu Yan's heart.

She could hardly breathe and pulled Song Qingshuang away.

After walking a few steps away, Song Qingshuang complained that she was ignorant, "I don't say hello when I meet people. He has the final say in the Huo family now. Flattering him is more effective than anything else. If he has objections to us later, what should you do?"

"He has already had a problem with me." Fu Yan muttered softly.

Song Qingshuang didn't hear clearly. Just when she was about to ask, the door of the box in front of her opened.

"Hey, Fifth Madam, you're here." A plump middle-aged woman came out. She was dressed elegantly, but her words had a calculating flavor, which made people uncomfortable.

Song Qingshuang greeted her with a smile, "Mrs. Chen has been waiting for too long. The traffic jam on the road delayed her for a while."

The woman known as Mrs. Chen and Song Qingshuang complimented each other for a few words, and then looked at Fu Yan with eyes wide open, with a flash of surprise and brilliance in her eyes.

She walked forward happily and took Fu Yan's hand familiarly, "This is Miss Six. She is so good-looking and juicy. Her skin is so tender that you can squeeze water out of it."

According to age, Fu Yan is the sixth among the Huo family's grandchildren. It is reasonable to say that she is the sixth young lady of the Huo family. However, her surname is not Huo, and no one in the Huo family calls her the sixth young lady.

He was holding her in his arms to make Song Qingshuang happy.

Instinctively rejecting the familiar Mrs. Chen, she wanted to pull out her hand, but Mrs. Chen was strong enough to pull her toward the box and spoke.

"Miss Fu and our third child are about the same age, so they should be able to chat with each other very well. Third child, please say hello."

Fu Yan raised his eyes and saw a man with short hair in trendy clothes and an earring in his right ear. He was holding a mobile phone in one hand and typing quickly, vaguely revealing the tattoo on his wrist.

When the other party heard the voice, he looked over lazily, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. When he saw Fu Yan, his eyes lit up, he put away the phone and stood up immediately.

"Hello Miss Sixth, my name is Chen Rang." The other party smiled and stretched out his hand, and the tattoo on his wrist was clearly visible, which was a dark snake.

Fu Yan recognized it, it was a black mamba, a venomous snake.

Fu Yan was afraid of snakes and frowned lightly, but still reached out and touched the other person out of politeness, and immediately retracted, "Hello, just call me Fu Yan."

"Which Yan?"

"Rouge's rouge."

Chen Rang opened the chair and his eyes fell on Fu Yan's slightly pink ears. "My name is as good as my name. Please sit down, Miss Fu."

Fu Yan wanted to sit farther away, so he deliberately pulled the chair next to him.

Song Qingshuang saw through her thoughts and pushed her down on her seat. He put his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from getting up. He smiled and said, "You young people have something to talk about. It's best to sit close to each other."

Chen Rang took good care of Fu Yan, picking up vegetables and serving soup for her with great care. He would ask her if the food was to her liking, and if she wanted to eat something else.

But Fu Yan was distracted, thinking about how to explain to the other party that he had no plans to get married.

Song Qingshuang put down her napkin and said, "We've almost finished eating. Yan Yan, Mrs. Chen and I are going to play mahjong. You can go back by yourself later."

Mrs. Chen is very discerning, "Third child, please send Miss Six away."

"No problem." Chen Rang agreed, leaning back and placing his hand on the back of the chair behind Fu Yan.