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

Huo Mingzheng's first love.

Li Qin.

She broke up with Huo Mingzheng because she had a rare disease, and she didn't want to delay Huo Mingzheng, so she went abroad to recuperate.

I heard that Huo Mingzheng sent people to block the airport for her, but in the end he couldn't save her.

Huo Mingzheng was quite decadent at that time. In order to make him forget about Li Qin, Mrs. Huo was eager to find a partner for him.

It was also at that time that Fu Yan was stimulated and indulged himself in getting entangled with Huo Mingzheng.

If she hadn't overheard the conversation between Qin Heng and Huo Minzheng last night, she would have almost forgotten that person.

Now that Shen Wei mentioned it again, her heart stirred up waves again, especially Shen Wei's words about substitute, which made her blood freeze and her heart trembled.

She walked into the bathroom. Her face in the mirror was pale and there were dark circles under her eyelids. Even so, she could not hide her stunning beauty.

Shivering fingers crawled up his cheeks, and Fu Yan realized that he was shaking violently and his fingertips were cold.

looks like?

In fact, someone has said it before.

It was Huo Mingzheng's birthday. Li Qin arranged a birthday party, and all the young people of the Huo family went, including Fu Yan.

At that time, Huo Mingzheng's friends joked, "Why do I think my sister looks a bit like Li Qin?"

There were voices one after another saying that Fu Yan and Li Qin looked alike here and there, but Li Qin was a gentle, homely beauty, while she was a bright beauty with a rich complexion.

Fu Yan was eighteen years old at the time. He was hiding secrets in his heart and his heart was beating very fast. In the bright lights, he saw Huo Minzheng lowering his head and lighting a cigarette, with a faint smile on his lips: "It doesn't look like that."

not like it?

If not, as Shen Wei said, would Huo Minzheng fall in love with her?

It’s not because of Li Qin’s glory.

Fu Yan returned to bed and no longer wanted to hold on. He fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, he found that he was not in the ward and clouds were surging outside the window.

Feel like you are floating in the air.

She was so frightened that she sat up, the blanket covering her body fell to the ground, and she subconsciously grabbed something.

Hindsight is a hand.

A big, warm and generous hand.

"Almost there." A familiar voice filled her ears.

She turned her head quickly and looked at Huo Mingzheng, who was sitting next to her and was doing work.

The man changed from his usual suit and leather shoes to a dark brown jacket with a thin shirt underneath. He would definitely catch the cold in the current weather in Nancheng.

But now they are on a plane.

"Why am I here?" She looked around, in the first class cabin. The people sitting around were not passengers, but the Huo family's bodyguards and Cao Fang who smiled at her.

Huo Minzheng lowered his eyes, tapped on the keyboard with his fingers, and replied to an email from abroad. He said without raising his head: "Don't you want to come to Guangcheng?"

Fu Yan was stunned.

Is Huo Mingzheng going to take her to Guangcheng to worship her father?

A strange feeling flashed across the tip of her heart. She hurriedly suppressed the useless palpitations and asked him: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I screamed," Huo Minzheng raised his eyes to look at her, "I couldn't wake her up."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and the bodyguards and Cao Fang were sitting around him. They were all martial arts practitioners and had sharp ears and eyes, so they could hear clearly.

Fu Yan couldn't bear to lose face and muttered: "I'm not in a coma."

How could he not wake up?

She looked at the clock on the lower right side of Huo Mingzheng's computer. It was almost one o'clock.

She remembered that it was nine o'clock before she fell asleep. The flight from Nancheng to Guangcheng was three hours. Huo Minzheng said it was almost there, which meant that Huo Minzheng took her out not long after she fell asleep.

"Does Doctor Qin have no objection to you taking me away?"

Fu Yan also heard from others that Qin Heng hated patients who were discharged before the time was up. He got angry and that patient was blacklisted from then on. He would not save him even if he was about to die.

Call him a personality, he is not like a doctor in the traditional sense who saves lives and heals the wounded. Call him willful, and his medical skills are superb.

At this time, the flight attendant's voice came from the radio, and the plane was about to land at Guangcheng Airport.

Huo Minzheng closed the laptop, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because he was amused by her words about Qin Taiyi, or because Fu Yan felt that he was in a good mood today, and he couldn't tell that the two of them broke up on bad terms last night.

"He doesn't dare to have a problem with me."

Fu Yan sometimes sympathizes with Qin Heng. Huo Minzheng is strong and domineering and specializes in bullying honest people.

After leaving the airport and getting in the car, Fu Yan remembered that Fu Jing and Huo Jingshu were getting engaged today. "Aren't you going to attend the engagement party?"

The temperature in Guangcheng was much higher than that in Nancheng. Huo Minzheng unbuttoned his clothes with one hand and said, "I'm not engaged."

Thinking of what he heard last night, Fu Yan felt complicated.

She was not narcissistic enough to think that Huo Mingzheng had come to Guangcheng with her specially. Sure enough, Huo Mingzheng went to the hotel room, changed into a suit and went out. She probably had some important clients to meet.

A few bodyguards were left with her to take her to the cemetery.

Not long after, the bodyguard knocked on her door and handed her a packaged raw beef porridge.

Fu Yan was surprised. She had no appetite. She was just thinking about boiling raw beef porridge when it came.

"Thank you. "

The bodyguard said: "It was Brother Fang's order."

Fu Yan nodded. Cao Fang has always had a high emotional intelligence and knew that she would definitely want to eat the food here when she returned to her hometown. It just coincided with what she was thinking, which was also a skill.

After taking a short rest after eating, the bodyguards sent Fu Yan to the cemetery, where the items for worship were also prepared.

As in previous years, Fu Yan sat by his father's tombstone, said something to him, and then left.

When we walked to the parking lot, the sky was getting dark. When we returned to the hotel, Huo Minzheng came back just in time and told Cao Fang to pack his luggage.

"The flight is in an hour. I'll ask someone to buy whatever you want to eat."

Fu Yan put the jacket he had just taken off back on, "Are you in such a hurry?"

Huo Minzheng loosened his tie and his eyes fell on her bloody face. As expected, the people of Guangcheng became more energetic after the visit.

His tone was lukewarm: "There is a new member in the family. It would be inappropriate not to go back. I also want you to meet the new brother-in-law."

Fu Yan choked, Huo Jingshu was a few months older than her, and Fu Jing could barely be considered her brother-in-law.

But when these words came out of Huo Minzheng's mouth, they had a more secretive meaning.

Fu Yan didn't answer. She was brought out by Huo Mingzheng. She only brought her mobile phone and had nothing to deal with.

After getting in the car, Huo Mingzheng asked her: "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Yan looked at the neon lights of the city that were gradually lighting up, and subconsciously said something in Cantonese.

"what?"

She reacted, "Cantonese for chicken cake."

Huo Mingzheng asked his bodyguard to buy it. The car window was raised, the space was sealed, and there was the faint scent of agarwood on the man's body. His voice was low and sweet: "You speak Cantonese very well."

Fu Yan's heart was beating fast in the dark corner.

"I thought you preferred to listen to Nancheng dialect."

Huo Minzheng didn't know what he thought of, and his tone became lighter, "It depends on who said it."

Fu Yan felt a stab in his heart.

She had heard Li Qin speak Nancheng dialect, and Wu Nong's warm words were particularly beautiful.