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

On the second Saturday in October, something momentous happened to the Romont family in Zurich.

Before that, Fu Yan asked Huo Mingzheng more than once: "My grandfather is about to leave office. Are you leaving for Zurich?"

Huo Mingzheng held her hand with the water pipe and watered the rouge roses in the garden, "I won't go."

"Aren't you the heir?" Fu Yan asked him doubtfully.

His answer was somewhat cryptic: "You'll know the day after tomorrow."

Mr. Romont announced an announcement on the day he abdicated.

His heir.

The name is Arthur.

When Fu Yan heard the news, his cerebellum almost shrank.

"Isn't Arthur dead?"

When she asked Huo Yuan in Reykjavik before, where was the real Arthur?

Huo Yuanshi told her that Arthur was dead.

Died during a MSF mission.

Death cannot be resurrected...

Fu Yan suddenly seemed to understand something, "Are you saying that Arthur actually faked his death?"

Huo Mingzheng unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, "My Yan Yan is really smart."

Fu Yan held down his hand that was about to reach into the front of his clothes and knead it, "When did you know about it?"

"Ever since we got back from Iceland."

Huo Mingzheng's hand did not move forward, but his fingertips were spinning in place, and the thin calluses of his fingertips rubbed the delicate skin of Fu Yan's chest.

While doing ambiguous things, he calmly explained to Fu Yan.

"Before I went to Iceland to save you, I told my grandfather that I would give up the inheritance of the Lomont family until a few days ago when he told me that Arthur was back."

Fu Yan was stunned.

"Arthur had long seen through the conspiracy of Huo Yuanshi and Klande. If he had not died during the war, they would have arranged an accident for him to "die". Therefore, when the opportunity for turmoil appeared in Eastern Europe, he escaped by feigning death. He escaped from the conspiracy of Kelland and Huo Yuan, and hid in Zurich, watching Kelland and Huo Yuan while both sides suffered losses. With such foresight and the city in his hands, his grandfather would not have any regrets if the Romont family left it in his hands. "

The second button of his coat was unbuttoned by Huo Mingzheng at some point. Fu Yan wanted to hold his hand down, but his hand slipped in flexibly.

Fu Yan gasped and held down his disruptive hand, "Why do you want to give up your inheritance rights?"

Huo Mingzheng looked into her eyes, "Because I don't like it."

How well they understood each other.

Huo Mingzheng had not rejected the inheritance rights of the Romont family before, otherwise he would have refused when Mr. Romont wanted to re-select an heir.

It doesn't make sense that I didn't give up until this juncture.

The only person who might make him waver was Fu Yan.

Even though Mr. Romont had accepted Fu Yan, Huo Minzheng didn't want her to live a life of being secretly ridiculed and having no strong background.

The Romont family is nothing compared to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan's heartstrings were twitched, "If you want beauty rather than power, you have become a foolish king. Then won't I become a charming witch?"

Huo Minzheng pulled open the remaining buttons of hers and said, "Then let's do it."

He lowered his head and kissed her ear, saying in a low voice: "Witch."

Fu Yan broke away from his arms while he was taking off his clothes, ran towards the cloakroom quickly, and slammed the door.

Huo Minzheng threw the shirt he took off on the ground and walked toward the cloakroom with long legs.

He walked slowly and slowly, and when he reached the door of the cloakroom, he knocked on the door, "Yan Yan?"

Fu Yan inside didn't answer.

Huo Minzheng smiled softly and turned the doorknob.

The cloakroom has a large layout. The left and right sides were originally divided into Huo Mingzheng's clothes hanging area and Fu Yan's clothes hanging area. The colors are very distinct.

But now there are a few light-colored skirts mixed with black and white and gray tones.

A man's shirt hung in the middle of the swaying long skirt.

There was the rustling sound of undressing behind the screen.

Huo Minzheng looked at the graceful figure reflected on the screen. The smooth lines between the concave and convex made him realize that Fu Yan was not wearing anything at the moment.

The moment he took a step forward, Fu Yan reminded him in a nervous voice, "Don't come over, I'll be fine soon."

Huo Minzheng really obeyed and stood still.

Through the screen, he heard Fu Yan's breathing mixed with the sound of getting dressed.

The dry air in autumn seems to be a little moist.

Huo Mingzheng turned his head and glanced at the area in the cabinet that he had specially created for Fu Yan to hang the cheongsam.

Missing is a high-slit cheongsam with a slanted lapel.

Fu Yan put the cheongsam on.

If it was half a month ago, this cheongsam would definitely not fit her as well as it does now.

She was weak before and lost some weight. In the past half month, she quit her job and took good care of herself in Mingyu Mansion, and her weight returned to its original state.

The cheongsam customized by Huo Mingzheng for her a few months ago was just the right size.

She had just put on her cheongsam, but had not fastened the buckles yet, so she bent over and straightened the hem of her skirt.

The screen separated the two sides of the cloakroom, and she felt that the light in front of her eyes seemed to be shaking a little.

When Fu Yan bent down, the spring scenery in the open skirt of the cheongsam could be seen clearly.

Huo Minzheng had the advantage of height and eyesight, and he could see the trembling softness on her chest at a glance.

The aqua blue satin made her skin as white as porcelain.

When Fu Yan noticed him, he immediately straightened up, covering his clothes, and turned away, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me? I haven't dressed yet, so go out and wait for me."

She turned her back, and the perfectly ironed cheongsam clearly outlined the curves of her waist and hips.

The areas that should be concave are so thin that they seem to break if they are bent, and the areas that should be convex are left with no room left.

It can be called a work of art.

But it is a bit more vivid and charming than a work of art.

Huo Minzheng walked behind her and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll help you put it on."

He gently turned Fu Yan around. Her hair tied behind her head was a little messy, and a few strands fell to her chest and got into her clothes.

Huo Minzheng took out the hair from her chest seriously, almost causing Fu Yan to gasp.

The buckles inlaid with pearls are fastened one by one.

His fingertips touched Fu Yan's chest intentionally or unintentionally, "Do you like it?"

Fu Yan felt that the skin on his chest was hot, the temperature coming from Huo Mingzheng's fingertips.

He was standing in front of her now, like a hot iron, which made her feel a sense of crisis.

However, he did not do anything excessive. He fastened the buttons of the cheongsam and asked in a low voice: "Do you like it?"

Fu Yan nodded.

"How can you thank me?" Huo Mingzheng asked her.

Fu Yan raised her eyes, her eyes gleaming with water. She suddenly remembered the conflict between the two of them in a bar a few years ago.

She hooked her neck, put her feet up, and whispered in his ear: "What do you think?"

Huo Mingzheng tightened his grip on her waist, wishing he could rub her into his body.

He suddenly smiled, evil and unscrupulous, "Yanyan, it's time for you to fulfill your promise to me."

He reminded her word by word, "Any set meal, twice."