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

Fu Yan was cleaning up the mess with the servants in the kitchen.

Several windows in the kitchen have been opened, but the unpleasant burning smell has not completely dissipated.

Several people tried to persuade and coax her: "Madam, everything is fine. Please go out quickly. This place is dirty and messy. Don't knock you."

"Yes, madam, go and have a rest and leave this place to us."

"Be careful, madam, don't step on any broken pieces of porcelain."

Fu Yan wiped the water from his face with the back of his hand, put on his gloves, and took away the broken pieces of the plate that had been blown into the pool.

"If a few people help me, it will be sorted out quickly. You don't have to worry about me."

Suddenly a warm and strong hand clasped Fu Yan's wrist.

This temperature was so familiar that it made Fu Yan's scalp numb.

Just as she was about to run away, Huo Mingzheng stopped her waist from behind, picked her up and held her in front of him, and then took her out of the kitchen and into the elevator in full view of everyone.

Huo Minzheng had a cold face the whole time.

Several servants in the kitchen were frightened and trembling.

They all asked Uncle Luo in a low voice, "Mr. Huo is not angry with us, is he?"

"It's our fault that we didn't take good care of my wife."

Uncle Luo gave them a meaningful look, "It's just a bluff, don't take it seriously."

Cao Fang, who followed, nodded.

The elevator door closed, and Fu Yan suddenly met Huo Minzheng's eyes in the mirror.

Her hand that was going to grab Huo Mingzheng suddenly covered her face.

"Don't look."

Huo Minzheng held her waist with one hand, grabbed her hands with the other, and held them tightly.

Admire the tabby cat face in the mirror unscrupulously.

"Blow up the kitchen?" Huo Minzheng's eyes fell on her formerly smooth and plump forehead, but now she didn't know what was stuck on it, and it was covered with dust.

Fu Yan corrected him eagerly, "I didn't mean it."

She was fierce and miserable, and her tone had no power at all, like a cat that couldn't help but make people want to have its fur.

On the contrary, Huo Minzheng's pretended angry expression wavered slightly.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Huo Minzheng's eyes moved down and landed on her right eyelashes. There was something sticky stuck there, and the original shape could no longer be seen.

Fu Yan struggled hard with his hand twice, but Huo Minzheng held on and continued to look at her painted face unscrupulously.

She said quickly.

Huo Minzheng actually heard clearly, but pretended not to, "What?"

"I want to learn to cook."

Huo Ming's hand holding her waist tightened inadvertently.

But he didn't give her face, and said slowly one by one: "The steamer exploded, the electric pressure cooker also exploded, and the wok went through the bottom. Are you sure you're not challenging their bottom line?"

Fu Yanhui's fluttering little face turned red. She gritted her teeth, fluttered her feet a few times and kicked Huo Mingzheng with her heels.

"Don't I want to lose face?"

Huo Minzheng held her in his arms and whispered, "What kind of face do you want from your husband?"

"Besides, which word did I say wrong?"

Fu Yan wanted to refute, but Huo Mingzheng not only said a word correctly, but also hit her pain point with every sentence.

"Nothing to say?"

Fu Yan stared at him in the mirror.

Her eyes are big, and the whites of her eyes don't appear much when she stares upwards, but at this moment, her gray face is a little more lively.

The pitiful and unbeatable look made Huo Minzheng feel soft for a moment.

It only takes a few seconds to get from the kitchen to the elevator.

He couldn't hold it back and kissed her on the ear, "Are you hurt?"

Fu Yan turned away and ignored him.

Huo Minzheng continued to kiss her until her whole body went limp, and then he couldn't resist and said, "It's not hurt."

When the elevator arrived, Huo Minzheng turned her over and carried her on his shoulders.

"What do you want to do?"

"Wash your face."

Huo Minzheng hugged her and placed her on the sink, but did not wipe her face with a towel immediately.

Instead, he placed his hands on her sides, at eye level with her.

He wanted to take a few more glances at her looking so disgraced.

Fu Yan really couldn't stand the look in his eyes. The key was that she looked so embarrassed now and she didn't want to be looked at by Huo Mingzheng again and again.

She was anxious to push Huo Mingzheng.

Huo Minzheng remained unmoved, half-smiling but not smiling: "Do idols have such a heavy burden?"

"I'm Mrs. Huo now. What's wrong with having a heavier burden?"

Huo Mingzheng couldn't help but laugh, "I'm afraid no one in Mingyu's house doesn't know that you bombed the kitchen. Mrs. Huo really did not complain, she became a blockbuster, and she is worthy of being my wife, Huo Mingzheng."

Fu Yan blushed at his overtly complimentary and covertly mocking words.

But she didn't doubt Huo Minzheng's words at all.

In the past, only a few people knew that she was not good at cooking.

Now she has become a model and will be labeled as a kitchen bomber in the future.

Thinking of this, Fu Yan felt like crying.

Coupled with that gray little face, Huo Minzheng's heart became weaker inch by inch.

"Why do you need to cook all of a sudden?"

Fu Yan said nonchalantly: "I just want to learn how to cook. I see that you are all very comfortable and easy to cook. I know how to use my eyes, so I thought my hands can also do it."

Huo Minzheng held back his laughter and said, "Tomorrow I will ask someone to hang a sign outside the kitchen."

"what?"

Fu Yan opened his big, smart eyes.

"Mrs. Huo is not allowed to enter."

Fu Yan punched him in the chest, "Don't be too bullying! It's just cooking. How difficult can it be? Tonight is just an accident."

"Do you want Teacher Huo to teach you?" Huo Minzheng held her face.

Fu Yan thought about her French proficiency. If she had consulted a professional French teacher before, the results would have been better than now.

It was not that she doubted Huo Mingzheng's ability, but that he was a teacher who was not rigorous in teaching. He often went off topic while teaching and seriously deviated from the track, teaching her to bed.

She felt funny thinking about it and raised the corners of her mouth.

Huo Mingzheng kissed her and said in a low voice, "Are you cooking to surprise me?"

Fu Yan was so sticky from his kiss that he hummed vaguely.

She guessed that he probably wouldn't be back very late and wouldn't eat much at the party.

So she started preparing in advance.

Unexpectedly, the surprise effect was not achieved, but it became a laughing stock.

She heard Huo Minzheng's chest-trembling laughter and pushed him away in anger.

"Aren't you going to wash my face?"

Huo Minzheng suppressed his smile, held her face and looked at her carefully, "Such a beautiful face, let me look at it for a while."

"Huo Mingzheng!"

"Ok?"

"Don't go too far."

"Is this too much? There are even worse things."

Before Fu Yan could react, Huo Minzheng took out his phone from his pocket and swiped the screen.

Fu Yan wanted to snatch the phone, but Huo Minzheng quickly pressed the shutter button and captured Fu Yan's angry expression on his gray face.

Delicate and miserable.

Huo Minzheng couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

His Yan Yan is really well-behaved.