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

The next day, Fu Yan met Fu Hanlin in the underground garage.

Thinking of holding Fu Hanlin to block the gun at Huo Mansion yesterday, he was also afraid that someone from the Huo family would say something in front of him, and Fu Hanlin would be caught off guard.

Mainly because she felt guilty.

Fu Hanlin closed the car door, glanced at her, nodded as a greeting, and then walked towards the elevator. The man's back was straight and straight, and his thick shoulders gave people a special sense of security.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Yan chased after him.

"Is something wrong?" He stopped. The lights in the garage were dim, and the man's face had a deep outline.

That thing was too hard to talk about. Before Fu Yan could think of how to speak, Fu Hanlin pressed the elevator button.

The door opened and he walked in, "Come in and talk."

"Okay." Fu Yan followed in.

The elevator slowly went up. Although the confined space felt oppressive, the advantage was that there were no other people and there was no fear of being bumped into.

She made enough progress in her mind before she said nervously: "I did something that harmed your reputation, Mr. Fu."

"Huh?" Fu Hanlin didn't seem to hear clearly and turned his head to look at her slightly.

She quietly took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Fu should know that I am from the Huo family?"

"Well, Fu Jing said it."

She pursed her lips and said, "Because of some unspeakable things, I lied to my family that you were my boyfriend."

Fu Hanlin's eyes paused, as if he had not expected such a thing, and remained silent for two seconds, "Then have you overcome the difficulty?"

This time it was Fu Yan's turn to be stunned. She was already prepared for Fu Hanlin's dark face, but she didn't expect him to ask this.

She nodded, "I got through it."

Fu Hanlin hummed: "It's nothing that will ruin my reputation. Don't worry about it."

Fu Yan's cheeks were red. It was rumored that Fu Hanlin liked men. If he really had a 'boyfriend' by his side, would the rumors he heard affect their relationship?

"I'm bothering you."

There was a long silence after the words fell. Fu Yan's seconds lasted like years. Through the reflective wall in front of him, Fu Hanlin stood behind her, looking down at the messages on his phone, as if what she said had no impact on him at all.

The elevator was almost here. Did Fu Yan still have the most important thing to say? He mustered up his courage and said, "There is one more thing I want to trouble you with."

The man put away his phone and said, "Say."

Fu Yan's face suddenly turned red. It was really too hard to express.

Fu Hanlin glanced at her red ears and said, "The trouble you encountered is related to Fu Jing?"

Fu Yan was stunned.

"I heard about it yesterday, but I don't know much about it. It was Fu Jing who caused trouble, right?"

Fu Yan wanted to shake his head, then nodded, and then answered carefully: "It's not all him."

When the elevator arrived, the door opened automatically. Fu Hanlin pressed the button and closed the door again, "He was at fault first. If you have anything you want me to help with, you're welcome."

Fu Yan bit his lower lip and whispered, "If the Huo family asks about our relationship, just say it's not suitable and break up, okay?"

Fu Hanlin pressed the button, the door opened, and his voice was low and sweet: "Okay."

He walked out with long legs. Fu Yan stood inside the door and heard the secretary greeting him. She returned to the project department floor with her heart beating wildly.

Fu Yan was extremely busy this week. She went home and took a shower every day and fell asleep. She only occasionally thought of Huo Mingzheng and felt a strong heartache. She immediately looked for a job to numb herself. She even rushed to do Xiaoxia's work.

Xiaoxia asked if she was possessed by an evil spirit.

Saturday is the eighty-first birthday of Mr. Huo. Mr. Huo is only seventy-nine or eighty years old, so he arranged his birthday at the age of eighty-one.

Mr. Huo likes to collect antiques the most. He has all kinds of valuable and unique items. At his age, he no longer pursues money and material things. He has his children, Sun Chenghuan, and the most important thing is his filial piety.

Fu Yan was his "supernumerary" granddaughter, and she had no affection at all. Naturally, she would not prepare any elaborate gifts for him.

But Song Qingshuang asked her every day whether the gift was ready, but Fu Yan was confused.

It wasn't until she was about to get off work on Friday evening that she finally confessed: "I haven't bought it yet."

"..." Song Qingshuang's gasping voice came from the other end of the phone, "Do you really want to piss me off to death?"

"I'm going to buy it after get off work."

Afraid that if she bought something casually, she would be embarrassed in front of the fourth room, Song Qingshuang said quickly: "You wait until I go over to buy it."

Song Qingshuang kept her word. As soon as Fu Yan got out of the garage after get off work, he saw her dressed up in jewelry and standing by the door of the BMW.

Fu Yan was startled and quickly opened the car door and stuffed Song Qingshuang into the car.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingshuang straightened the collar of her coat inexplicably and said dissatisfiedly, "Am I ashamed of your mother?"

Fu Yan closed the car door. No one in the company except Fu Hanlin knew that she was from the Huo family. Song Qingshuang was dressed like a lady. If her colleagues caught her, she would definitely have to guess again. She didn't want to become someone else's conversation piece.

Not wanting to explain so much, Fu Yan asked Song Qingshuang's driver to drive.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dove egg jade ring on Song Qingshuang's finger and frowned, "Did you buy it new?"

"Does it look good?" Song Qingshuang stretched out her hand in front of her. Under the light of the underground garage, the dove egg-sized jade had a warm luster.

"Where did you get the money to buy it? Didn't I say you should save some money at the end of the year?" Fu Yan took her hand and examined it carefully. However, she didn't know much about jewelry and didn't know how much this one was worth.

But definitely not cheap.

Because Song Qingshuang has a high vision, cheap goods cannot catch her eye, let alone wear them easily.

Song Qingshuang smiled and took her hand back, raising the partition of the car to prevent the driver from talking nonsense.

"I invested in a project with a friend these days and we made money."

"You made so much money so quickly?" Fu Yan pointed to the pigeon eggs in her hand.

Song Qingshuang shook his head, "It's not that exaggerated. I bought this in advance to celebrate. I didn't invest much, just one million."

"One million!" Fu Yan took a breath, "I remember you don't even have enough money left for two million."

The Huo family will provide living expenses of [-] million for five houses this year. Song Qingshuang will use [-] for the monthly cap, and Fu Yan told her to use the rest for year-end expenses.

In addition, Song Qingshuang was vain before. She attended her wife's party and bought a bag worth hundreds of thousands, jewelry, and new clothes. After all, she didn't even have two million left.

No, plus the ring on her finger, I'm afraid she doesn't have much money left.

Song Qingshuang said angrily: "That's why I tried to find ways to make more money. How can I spend such a small amount of money?"

Fu Yan knew that it was useless to get angry with her. After the initial anger, she calmed down and said, "How do you know whether that investment is reliable? If others say it will make money, you should follow it. What if it turns out to be a fire pit?"