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

The car drove out of Xincheng Company and merged into the main road.

The neon lights of the city are connected together.

Song Qingshuang smiled brightly in the light, "She must be reliable. She is a friend from my hometown. Although we haven't contacted her for many years, the relationship is still there. I only recently learned that she also married into a wealthy family. Although she is not as good as the Huo family. Not even close.”

The more Fu Yan listened, the more unreliable he felt, "We haven't contacted you for many years, but as soon as we contacted you, I introduced you to the investment project. Why does it sound like a development offline to me?"

"What kind of development is offline!" Song Qingshuang was not happy, "I can still tell what can and cannot be done. She is not lying to me. And which wealthy family can do that? Don't worry, it must be reliable."

This kind of affirmative tone is often the least guaranteed.

Fu Yan pinched his eyebrows and said, "Send me the investment project later."

"You don't believe me?" Song Qingshuang was unhappy. She was constantly being manipulated by her daughter. She had no authority as a mother at all.

Fu Yan looked at her silently.

Song Qingshuang was furious and compromised, "Okay, I'll show it to you after your grandpa's birthday."

The car stopped at Antique Street, which is a famous old street in Nancheng and even in China. It has gray bricks and gray tiles, and long strings of red lanterns. It is lively but not noisy.

Song Qingshuang and Fu Yan got out of the car one after another.

"I've asked around. This street has the most complete range of things. The old man usually comes here to shop." Song Qingshuang pointed to a store not far away.

There are two rows of bodyguards standing at the door. I don't know if it's because the items in this store are valuable or because the customers inside are expensive.

Fu Yan passed by a Bentley parked on the side of the road and said absently, "Grandpa came here for shopping. Maybe there is nothing here that he wants."

"You don't know this. There are new gadgets circulating in the market every day. Even if I shop every day, I won't be able to finish shopping."

Fu Yan looked back at the eye-catching license plate number and her eyes were stung. She blinked and turned back to follow Song Qingshuang.

"Azheng, what do you think of this?"

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Yan paused when he heard two words.

The large open door is warm and bright. To the right of the entrance is a counter, displaying some gadgets that are valuable but not expensive. The truly priceless things are at the back, separated from the front hall by a bead curtain.

Out of instinct, Fu Yan followed the source of the sound.

Behind the swaying pearls, the man stood upright and had picturesque features. He had never been a very patient person. At this moment, he was quietly listening to the woman beside him.

And the woman next to her...

Fu Yan turned pale for a moment.

Some people have said in the past that Huo Mingzheng and Li Qin are like a perfect pair. They are natural partners, perfectly matched from top to bottom. No one is more suitable for Huo Mingzheng than Li Qin.

The lights were flickering, hazy like a dream, and they seemed to be a perfect match standing together.

Maybe she paused for too long, so Song Qingshuang called her: "Take a look at the snuff bottle, the old man likes to collect it most."

The store was too quiet, Song Qingshuang's voice was neither loud nor quiet.

The noble and indifferent man glanced out through the swaying bead curtain.

Li Qin looked at the mirror and said, "It looks pretty good."

She looked at the man in the mirror and found that he was looking away. She took off the hairpin and turned around to look over. She saw the man taking a hairpin from the shelf. It was a simple Tianzhi, with a pearl inlaid on the top of the hairpin. .

Fu Yan was held by Song Qingshuang's arm and walked inside. The bead curtain collided with a crisp sound, alarming the man and woman inside.

The woman unexpectedly came in and said hello: "Fifth Aunt."

Song Qingshuang paused for a moment, then looked at the woman and then at Huo Minzheng. She reacted for a few seconds before she came to her senses, "Li Qin?"

The woman smiled and nodded, "It's me."

Of course Song Qingshuang knew about the relationship between Li Qin and Huo Mingzheng, but didn't Li Qin go abroad a few years ago? Why are you back again? And look at the appearance of her and Huo Mingzheng...

Compounded?

But she was naturally not qualified to ask, so she smiled naturally and said, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been a few years."

Li Qin looked at Fu Yan with a smile and said softly, "Yan Yan, long time no see."

"Sister Li Qin." Fu Yan's hand in his coat pocket tightened for a moment.

This was how she called Li Qin before. Li Qin had known them since childhood. Li Qin and Huo Minzheng were the same age. They always looked at Fu Yan like a child and called her Yan Yan like an elder.

I heard that Li Qin broke up with Huo Minzheng because of illness. I don't know what the illness was. She looked thinner than before. She wore light makeup on her face, and her true face could not be seen.

"And your second brother." Song Qingshuang reminded her in a low voice.

Fu Yan's throat was sore, "Second brother."

Huo Mingzheng's eyes glanced from her other hand outside. The gauze had long been torn, and there was a pale pink scar.

He hummed.

Li Qin took the hairpin in his hand and looked at it, "This one looks good too, but I can't seem to set it off."

"It seems more in line with Yan Yan's temperament," she picked up the hairpin and compared it with Fu Yan's head. They were about the same height, and she smiled gently, "It's really good-looking. Yan Yan, can I give it to you?"

Fu Yan subconsciously took a step back and said, "I can't take no reward without merit."

Li Qin held her arm and said, "Have you forgotten that they always joked that you look like me and are my sister? Why shouldn't a sister give her a gift? And we haven't seen each other for so many years, so just treat it as a meeting gift from me."

Fu Yan pursed his lips, wanting to refuse.

"Just keep it for you." Huo Minzheng handed the card to the clerk.

Li Qin put the hairpin in the brocade box into Fu Yan's hand and gave Huo Mingzheng a complaining look, "Azheng paid for it, I hope you don't mind."

"How could it be!" Song Qingshuang smiled and helped Yan Yan take the brocade box, "What difference do you and A Zheng have between you? Yan Yan likes it."

"As long as she likes it, I'm afraid she won't like what I picked. After a few years of not seeing each other, Yan Yan has become more and more beautiful. Now I'm afraid there is no girl more beautiful than her in the whole Nancheng."

She touched Fu Yan's hand and found that his palms were covered in cold sweat, "Yan Yan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine." Fu Yan withdrew his hand and put back the brocade box with the hairpins, his expression was very sad, "I'm sorry."

She turned around and strode out. Song Qingshuang exclaimed angrily, "Why does this child have no manners at all?"

As she said that, she smiled at Li Qin and Huo Minzheng and said, "Let's go first."

After saying that, she picked up the brocade box on the table and chased out.

Just as Fu Yan was about to cross the threshold, he heard Li Qin whisper to Huo Minzheng: "A Zheng, let's choose again. Grandpa's vision is too high. I'm afraid he won't like what I picked. Please help me."

"Yes." The man's voice was low, and the cold wind was howling at the door. His voice was indescribably gentle and tender in the greenhouse.