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

When Song Qingshuang went out, Fu Yan was already far away, so she caught up with her on her high heels.

"Why are you so rude?" She pulled Fu Yan's arm.

Fu Yan walked forward with all his strength. Song Qingshuang was like pulling a donkey, unable to pull her. Instead, Fu Yan shook her hand away and looked at the brocade box in her hand.

"Go back."

Song Qingshuang looked like a stubborn donkey and held the box tightly, "There's no reason to give it back to you."

"I didn't say yes." Fu Yan looked away. The cold wind blew over and she calmed down a little.

"Your second brother has already spoken, and this hairpin is so beautiful. Don't you have a few sets of Chinese-style clothes? It just matches it." Song Qingshuang persuaded her, "Besides, if you don't want it, isn't it a disgrace to your second brother?"

Fu Yan took a breath and said in a cold tone, "Either return it or throw it away. Anyway, I don't want it."

Before she finished speaking, she walked straight forward.

"Hey!" Song Qingshuang chased after her. The brocade box could not be thrown away or returned. She secretly stuffed the brocade box into her bag and then chased after her. "When will your child's temper change?"

Fu Yan said nothing.

Song Qingshuang was suspicious, "You don't like the Huo family, but you don't treat others like this either. Why do you treat your second brother like this alone?"

The expression on Fu Yan's face paused slightly. Was it obvious to her?

To prevent Song Qingshuang from guessing, she said casually: "He is too domineering and I don't like it."

He would give her things if he wanted to, have sex with her if he wanted to, and kick her away if he wanted to. When she faced everyone's suspicion, he sat aside and watched coldly.

She has known what it feels like to die.

It hurts too much.

Fu Yan finally picked a snuff bottle in the antique street. The price was not very expensive, but the design was unique. It was a boy and a girl who had been their childhood sweethearts.

I heard that Mr. Huo and the late Mrs. Huo were childhood sweethearts.

Fu Yan couldn't help but think that Huo Mingzheng and Li Qin were childhood sweethearts. I wonder if this was a characteristic of the men of the Huo family. They were long-term and affectionate.

The car drove towards Huo Mansion.

Tomorrow is Mrs. Huo's birthday. She wants to give her blessings early in the morning and eat birthday noodles with him. If Fu Yan doesn't live in the old house at this juncture, not only the old man will be unhappy, but also other houses will be criticized.

So Song Qingshuang directly pulled Fu Yan into the car.

The car just stopped, and then there was a car parked behind. Its headlights flashed, and Fu Yan subconsciously glanced at it when he got out of the car.

Cao Fang got out of the car and opened the door. Huo Minzheng stepped out of the car with long legs. His long black coat was crisp and deep. He had a strong aura that could not be ignored.

Only him.

Fu Yan turned around and walked inside, at the fork in the road leading to Bieyuan.

"Fu Yan."

The man spoke behind her.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Qingshuang tugged on her sleeve and said, "Your second brother called you."

Fu Yan had to turn around and asked, "What's the matter with second brother?"

Huo Minzheng glanced at her, and then glanced at Song Qingshuang who was aside: "It's getting late. Fifth Aunt should go to bed early. I have something to ask Yan Yan."

The word "rouge" caused a small pimple to appear on Fu Yan's back.

"Okay," Song Qingshuang smiled, "Then I'll go back first."

She reminded Fu Yan in a low voice: "Don't act like a donkey in front of your second brother."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshuang walked forward along the bluestone road, turned a corner and lost sight of her figure completely.

"Come in with me."

Fu Yan had nails on his soles and could not move.

Huo Minzheng was very patient, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, "Uncle San and his family will be back soon, are you going to stand here with me and talk about our affairs?"

"What's our business?" Fu Yan was so excited that he was like a cat with explosive fur. "What's going on between us?"

"What do you think?" the man said calmly.

The servants were still busy at this point, and someone would pass by at any time. Fu Yan had to compromise and follow him into the West Flower Hall.

This is a place prepared for the female guests to rest tomorrow. It has been decorated and no one will come in.

Outside the window was a courtyard as bright as day. There were no lights in the room. With the light and moonlight coming in, Fu Yan walked to the other door, ready to escape at any time.

The man chuckled lightly, and Fu Yan felt his scalp numb and wanted to leave immediately.

Suddenly a group of servants came to the courtyard. There was a long and rustling queue. Fu Yan took a closer look and saw that they were moving flower pots. The original pots and picks in the courtyard had already been arranged. He didn't know why a new batch was suddenly needed.

It cannot be done in a short while.

Going out now would be tantamount to letting everyone see her and Huo Minzheng alone.

"You did it on purpose." She was furious.

Huo Minzheng looked at her leisurely, dusted off the cigarette ashes, and had a vague smile on his lips, neither admitting nor denying.

After pinching the cigarette butt, he walked towards Fu Yan, "Where's the hairpin?"

"Throw it away a long time ago." Fu Yan lied.

She didn't know where Song Qingshuang put the hairpin, but she would definitely not lose it. That hairpin was priceless, and Song Qingshuang couldn't bear to part with it.

A shadow fell over her head. Fu Yan just reacted and wanted to retreat, but Huo Mingzheng easily grabbed her waist. Then her backpack unzipped and Huo Mingzheng took out a mahogany brocade box.

Fu Yan stared and his face turned red uncontrollably.

The man opened the brocade box, and inside was the Tianzhi hairpin embedded with pearls.

She clearly said she had thrown it away, but now she took out the hairpin from her bag. Fu Yan couldn't explain it. Even if she explained that Song Qingshuang stuffed it into her bag when she wasn't paying attention, it would be useless.

"Lied to me?"

She became angry with embarrassment and her cheeks turned red, "I have no chance to throw it away."

Huo Minzheng handed the hairpin to her, "I'll give you a chance now."

Unable to get off the tiger, Fu Yan grabbed the hairpin and threw it into the trash can.

But the man grabbed his wrist and said in a harsh tone, "It's too late."

Fu Yan was fooled by him, and when his emotions reached the extreme, he calmed down.

She pulled out her hand with force, "Second brother, if you have something to talk to me about, I'll go back first."

"Can you go out now?" Huo Minzheng glanced out the window.

The servant is still moving the flower pots.

Fu Yan couldn't get out, so she simply found a place to sit farther away from Huo Minzheng. Not wanting to see his face, she turned around with her back to him and pretended to take out her phone to read the message.

Suddenly she felt a warm touch on the back of her neck, and the thin layer of calluses on her fingertips was Huo Mingzheng's right hand, passing through the end of her hair.

With the slightest touch, her whole body became tense and stiff, and her back trembled slightly.

Then her long hair was lifted up. Just as she was about to turn around, the man held her shoulder with one hand and said, "Don't move."

"What are you doing?" She didn't realize that her voice was so nervous that she was trembling.

His heartbeat was like a drum, and the sound of his blood rushing against his eardrums kept amplifying, and he was vaguely aware of what he was going to do.

As the hairpin passed through his long hair, Huo Minzheng said in a low voice: "I'll tie your hair."