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

Over the weekend, Huo Mingzheng accompanied Fu Yan to the hospital to file.

She was undergoing a comprehensive examination in the obstetrics clinic. Huo Minzheng was unable to accompany her and sat with Qin Heng in the office next to her.

Since Fu Yan became pregnant, Huo Mingzheng has not smoked a cigarette. Sometimes he suffers from morning sickness and wants to smoke a cigarette to relieve it, but when he thinks of Fu Yan's pregnancy, he still endures it.

"If you're addicted to cigarettes, take a whiff."

Qin Heng smoked a cigarette and handed it to him.

Huo Minzheng took it and played with it without smelling it.

I was thinking about Fu Yan who was having a prenatal check-up.

"how much longer?"

Qin Heng threw the cigarette case on the table, "She has only been in for less than a minute. Are you pushing her too hard?"

"She's not here, I feel bad all over."

Qin Heng couldn't listen anymore. After Huo Minzheng was labeled as Fu Yan's husband, he seemed to have no bottom line at all and showed off regardless of the occasion.

He said irritably: "I guess it won't be that fast."

"I guess? Aren't you studying obstetrics and gynecology recently?" Huo Minzheng glanced at him and exposed him, "You must have studied it for Ji Qing. Unfortunately, you can't apply what you learned. Ji Qing didn't give you a chance at all. Why did I say you studied it?" "

Qin Heng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, "She and I are fine now."

"Yes, being an old classmate is quite good."

Qin Heng gritted his teeth and nodded, okay, this is to avenge the news of his morning sickness that was revealed that day.

He said that Huo Mingzheng was so narrow-minded, how could he not find a way to sew his mouth shut?

No, today I am going to laugh at him personally.

Suddenly, the screen of Huo Minzheng's mobile phone on the table lit up, and a social news message popped up.

Qin Heng glanced at it accidentally and said, "Is this your mobile phone screen saver?"

Huo Minzheng held the phone in his hand, avoided Qin Heng's eyes, and closed the screen, "What?"

"Is it Fu Yan?"

He looks like Fu Yan, why is he so disgraced?

There was a smile in Huo Minzheng's eyes, but he didn't say yes or no.

After Qin Heng went out to answer the phone, he turned on the screen and looked carefully at the photo of Fu Yan after he bombed the kitchen, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

A green channel was opened for Fu Yan's filing, and it ended quickly.

"Are you tired?" Huo Minzheng held her hand.

Fu Yan shook his head, "Why are you so squeamish? You are the one who is tired. You didn't eat anything in the morning. Isn't it hard?"

Qin Heng held back his smile and looked away.

Huo Ming Zhengquan pretended not to see it. He had a child now and had to keep his moral integrity.

Several people exited the elevator and happened to meet Fu Hanlin accompanying his father for a physical examination. He was holding the physical examination form when he heard the sound of the elevator door opening and raised his eyes.

He nodded slightly and greeted Huo Ming Zhengshuang.

Then he looked at the hands held together by Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan.

He already knew the news about them getting the certificate.

"Brother Fu." Fu Yan greeted generously.

Fu Hanlin was in a daze, but it was only for a moment. Only Huo Mingzheng and Qin Heng caught it.

"not comfortable?"

Fu Yan shook his head, "Come to the hospital to register and have a prenatal check-up."

Fu Hanlin's hand holding the medical examination sheet tightened slightly, and he smiled slightly, "Congratulations."

Huo Minzheng nodded, "Thank you."

Fu Jianhui glanced at Fu Hanlin and urged him: "Let's draw blood first. I can eat something after drawing blood. I'm hungry."

"Well, okay." Fu Hanlin and his father entered the elevator one after another.

The elevator door closed and slowly went up.

In the quiet elevator car, neither of them spoke.

After a while, Fu Jianhui sighed, "You haven't given up yet?"

Fu Hanlin looked at the elevator's digital keys, "There's nothing I can't let go of. She never belonged to me."

Fu Jianhui frowned and changed the subject, "I heard from people around you that you raised a female college student?"

"It's just help." Fu Hanlin said indifferently.

It could be seen that he didn't want to talk more about the female college student, and Fu Jianhui couldn't say much.

It's just that his own son knows that he is a little cold at heart.

help?

There must be something hidden in this.

……

In a blink of an eye, Fu Yan was three months pregnant, and Huo Mingzheng's morning sickness finally ended.

On New Year's Eve, it snowed in Nancheng.

Huo Mingzheng went back to Huo Mansion after having New Year's Eve dinner with Fu Yan. He showed up briefly and then returned to Mingyu Mansion.

The news that he and Fu Yan received the certificates was revealed by Mr. Huo after he returned that day.

Huo Mingzheng is the head of the family, and no one dares to say anything. In addition, things like keeping filial piety can no longer be done according to the old times. Huo Mingzheng's temper, not having a wedding is already the biggest concession.

Everyone guessed that the reason why Huo Minzheng was willing to give in was inseparable from Fu Yan.

Huo Mingzheng returned to Mingyu Mansion and brought Cheng Weijin and Huo Chengqi back with him to accompany Fu Yan on New Year's Eve.

When the group entered the house, Fu Yan was sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, cutting window grilles with the servants.

Cheng Weijin took off her coat, and Huo Chengqi gently patted a snowflake off her bun, and consciously went to the side hall, so as not to disturb Huo Mingzheng's world between them.

Huo Mingzheng walked toward the fireplace without even taking off his coat, and the few snowflakes that fell on his shoulders melted into water.

When he was approaching Fu Yan, he remembered something. He took off his coat and handed it to Uncle Luo. He walked over slowly and took Fu Yan into his arms from behind. "What are you cutting?"

Several servants did not dare to look directly, and left quickly while suppressing laughter.

Fu Yan was now trained by Huo Mingzheng to keep his face from blushing and his heart from beating. He held up the window grille in his hand and said, "Guess."

The outline of the window grille is quite different.

Huo Mingzheng wanted to frown, and out of the corner of his eye he caught her expectant eyes, remembering that on the last New Year's Eve, the "dog" she had cut was recognized by him as a cow.

This time he won't make the same mistake again.

He pretended to take away the window grille, looked at it, and said decisively: "It's a pig."

In the Year of the Pig, it must be a pig getting a haircut.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan took back the window grille and said, "It's not a pig!"

"Didn't you say that the window decorations I cut are lifelike? You can't even tell."

Huo Minzheng burst into laughter. He really didn't expect that she would not shear pigs in the Year of the Pig.

He took back the window grille and said, "I saw it wrong. Let me look at it again."

Fu Yan nestled on his chest, while Huo Minzheng held the window grille in one hand and gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

He looked at it and suddenly placed the window grill next to Fu Yan's face and compared it carefully with a smile on his lips, "It looks like my Yan Yan."

"Not serious!" Fu Yan pushed him.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Huo Minzheng circled her and asked in a low voice: "Is it a dog?"

Fu Yan nodded in his arms, "Is there any progress? Compared with the one on the floor-to-ceiling window of the study."

Huo Minzheng commented seriously, "It has more of a dog's charm."

Fu Yan suppressed a smile and said, "Then stick it on the floor-to-ceiling window of the study room and replace the original one. From now on, every New Year's Eve, I will cut out a dog and stick it there, okay?"

"Okay." Huo Minzheng rubbed his chin against the crook of her neck.

Every year, a dog needs to be clipped.

With you and the children, we are together year after year.