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

Fu Yan's heart was stabbed, and she hurriedly avoided looking at them.

Fu Jing gave her a complicated look. Huo Jingshu saw this, pulled his sleeve, and whispered, "Can you please stop looking at Fu Yan all the time?"

After being reminded, Fu Jing immediately realized that she could not prevent Fu Yan from being discovered, so she withdrew her gaze and coldly put aside Huo Jingshu's hand.

Huo Jingshu's eyes turned red and she glared at Fu Yan aggrievedly.

Fu Yan was closest to Mr. Huo. After Li Qin appeared, she noticed a slight change in the old man's expression. It was so fleeting that she wouldn't have been able to detect it if she hadn't been sharp.

Mr. Huo smiled calmly and said, "Xiao Qin is back."

"I know you're celebrating your birthday today, so I'm here to have a meal. Grandpa won't welcome it, right?"

Li Qin and Huo Minzheng stepped forward one after another. Li Qin took a few steps forward and presented the congratulatory gift.

"How could it be?" Mr. Huo smiled and motioned to the butler to accept the gift, but did not open it. He looked at Li Qin and said, "Didn't you come here often when you were a child? Of course I welcome it."

This is true.

When Fu Yan came to Huo's house, Li Qin often came in and out. I heard that Li Qin's parents died when she was young, and she lived in her uncle's house, which was close to Huo's mansion.

However, she remembered that Huo Mingzheng didn't pay much attention to Li Qin when she was young, but later she became his girlfriend for some reason.

Li Qin looked back at Huo Minzheng with a smile, the love in his eyes almost overflowing, "Grandpa said he would welcome me."

The corners of Huo Mingzheng's lips curled up slightly. He was standing only an arm's length away from Fu Yan. Her slightly cold fingertips seemed to have touched the warm back of the man's hand, and she withdrew her hand like an electric shock.

The movement was a bit loud. Song Qingshuang looked at her hand suspiciously and asked her in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yan shook his head, unable to resist Song Qingshuang's curiosity, so he had to say, "It seems like a mosquito bit my hand."

"Mosquitoes?" Song Qingshuang frowned, "Why are there mosquitoes in such a cold day?"

"Do mosquitoes hibernate?" Fu Yan deliberately changed the subject.

Not too far away, the man's lips slightly raised, wondering what Li Qin said to him.

Song Qingshuang thought for a while and couldn't think of anything. She looked irritated and said, "How do I know? Who cares about this."

Mr. Huo stood up on crutches, "Don't stand still, let's have breakfast."

Everyone filed out of the front hall and turned into the restaurant.

There is no difference in the number of people between breakfast and family banquet. Three small round tables are arranged in the restaurant to accommodate the descendants of the Huo family.

On the seat, Du Xinrui asked with a smile: "Li Qin is back this time, will he never leave again?"

Li Qin was a guest. She sat down next to Huo Minzheng. She raised her eyes and looked at the man beside her. She hummed and her eyes were bright, "I'm not leaving."

Fu Yan's hand slipped and the spoon fell into the bowl with a clang. Fortunately, the housekeeper muffled the sound by ordering the servant to serve breakfast.

"What's wrong with you? You've been out of your mind all morning." Song Qingshuang scolded her in a low voice.

The housekeeper personally brought a bowl of longevity noodles and said with a smile: "Old man, this is the noodles cooked by the second young master. You have to finish it."

"Oh?" Mrs. Huo was surprised and asked Huo Mingzheng with a smile, "When will A Zheng learn to cook?"

Li Qin was also curious, "Yeah, I don't know either."

Huo Minzheng slowly spread out his napkin and said calmly: "It's just cooking some noodles. It's not a difficult task."

At another table not far away, Fu Yan was also surprised. In the two years they were together, she had never seen Huo Mingzheng cooking.

Sometimes they stayed until midnight, and she was lying on the bed drowsily, shouting that she was hungry. When Huo Mingzheng picked her up from the bed and carried her to the restaurant, she saw a bowl of noodles on the dining table. Huo Mingzheng said that it was cooked by Cao Fang. .

Cao Fang and Cao Yuan are Huo Mingzheng's personal bodyguards. Because Huo Mingzheng was kidnapped when he was young, they took turns guarding him around the clock. No matter how late it was, Cao Fang and Cao Yuan would appear at any time as long as he spoke.

She believed it then.

Besides, how could Huo Mingzheng, with his status, be so condescending as to cook noodles for her.

But looking at the familiar recipe, Fu Yan couldn't help but wonder whether those noodles in the past were cooked by Cao Fang.

Li Qin said with a smile: "Then I won't argue with grandpa today. You can also cook a bowl for me to try another day."

Huo Minzheng's tone could not tell whether he was joking or serious, "Only someone of Grandpa's level can invite me."

"I can't do it either?" Li Qin held his chin with one hand.

Huo Minzheng slightly curled his lips. Fu Yan was not too close and could not hear what he said clearly.

After breakfast, Huo Mingzheng was called to the study by Mrs. Huo. Fu Yan guessed that it was related to Li Qin.

After all, when Li Qin left, there was quite a stir. As the head of the Huo family and the most noble man in Nancheng, Huo Minzheng took Li Qin back regardless of past grudges. This was not only affectionate, but also impulsive.

Although this matter has been fermenting for several days, it is still difficult for Li Qin to get the approval of the Huo family.

And Huo Mingzheng actually withstood such pressure and brought him back on the old lady's birthday.

Do you like it so much that you have no hesitation?

Song Qingshuang was about to take Fu Yan to meet the guests, and people were coming to celebrate their birthdays one after another. She hoped that this opportunity would allow Fu Yan to get to know a few more young men.

The thought of Fu Yan being able to marry into a wealthy family very soon kept her awake from sleep last night, and she woke up laughing from her dreams even when she fell asleep.

Fu Yan excused himself that he had not slept well and wanted to go back to catch up on his sleep, so he took a path that someone had passed by.

"Rouge."

Someone called her from behind.

Fu Yan stopped and turned around, seeing a woman standing in the corridor, wearing a smoky purple cheongsam and an off-white coat.

Li Qin's temperament is light and cannot support highly saturated colors. The color on her body makes her look as pale as a chrysanthemum.

"Sister Li Qin." Fu Yan greeted.

Li Qin stepped forward and said, "Azheng was called away by grandpa. I have nothing to do and wander around."

Fu Yan still had some good hospitality skills, and since Li Qin didn't provoke her, she couldn't just turn around and leave, so he walked with her for a short distance.

She took Fu Yan's hand and walked into the pavilion to sit down. Only then did Fu Yan realize that Li Qin's hand was much colder than hers. The abnormal coldness was probably related to her poor health.

"Come into the house." Fu Yan suggested.

Li Qin shook his head and sighed, "It's nice outside, the air is good, and no one disturbs our chat."

She ran her fingers through the shrubs that penetrated the pavilion, looked around, and said with emotion: "I haven't been to Huo Mansion in a few years. I didn't expect that everything here has not changed. It's still the same."

"If I remember correctly, Huo Mansion should have been renovated the year before last, right?"

Fu Yan nodded, "Yes, I've fixed it."

"The head of the family decides how to cultivate. Nothing has changed here. A Zheng is still so nostalgic." Li Qin lowered his head and smiled, his eyebrows gentle.