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

Mr. Fu wants to go upstairs with her?

Hua Yan became inexplicably nervous.

Feeling the warmth of the man's palm, her heart felt like it was touched by a flame, burning hot.

"Not available?"

She didn't move, and Fu Hanlin looked at her with a darker look in his eyes.

Hua Yan quickly shook her head, "It's not inconvenient."

She knew very well that Fu Hanlin was not a reckless person.

Besides, his face had turned a little pale due to stomach pain. Let alone doing anything rash, it was lucky that he could walk to the third floor.

The man silently released her wrist.

Hua Yan took the medicine from his hand and put it in her bag, then got out of the car and walked in front. Fu Hanlin followed her slowly.

Jiang You originally wanted to get out of the car and go upstairs with them. Mr. Fu had a stomachache and he had to take care of him.

But when this thought emerged in his mind, he was shocked by his own thoughts.

What?

Mr. Fu, this old fool, finally got the chance to enter a girl's home, how could he have the nerve to be a light bulb!

Jiang You let out a long sigh. When it comes to things like this, one must always pay attention.

He was criticized for being short-sighted and not seeing the big deal.

The biggest problem is that Mr. Fu has no romantic partner!

It had just rained in the evening. Outside the tube building was an iron door with peeling paint, and inside the door were several puddles of water of varying depths.

Hua Yan lifted her skirt and stepped over a puddle. She subconsciously turned around and stretched out her hand to support Fu Hanlin.

"Mr. Fu, please be careful."

Fu Hanlin couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the fair little hand stretched out in front of him.

Just a stomachache.

How weak did she think he was?

In order to make it easier to walk, Hua Yan lifted her skirt after getting off the car.

Revealing a slender white ankle and the stiletto heels under the ankle.

She carried a solar-powered lamp downstairs on her back. The light spread on the fine gauze of her skirt and fluttered between her ankles, making the skin of her ankles look even more delicate, as if it would be pinched to the point of bruises if squeezed hard enough.

In order to match the dress, Hua Yan, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, wore shoes of a higher height that she never wore normally. It was okay for walking on flat ground, but it was a little difficult for her to walk on such a bumpy road.

Even so, she still wanted to help others.

Fu Hanlin saw everything and said nothing. Instead, he reached out and held Hua Yan's hand, pressing his warm palm against her slightly cool fingertips. "Then hold on to me tight, don't let me fall."

Hua Yan took a breath, looked at him firmly, and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, Mr. Fu."

Fu Hanlin looked at the determined light in those beautiful eyes.

Recalling last week in the auditorium, when he was sharing his experience on the stage, she looked at him with the same eyes.

It was as if in her eyes, he had become a sacred and inviolable belief.

……

This tube-shaped building is not the oldest one in the area.

But because it was built a long time ago, the people living there are of various kinds.

When you turn the corner on the second floor, you can see garbage bags thrown around in the corridor, and express boxes and waste are piled up everywhere outside the corridor.

There was a clothesline tied between the pillars in the corridor, and the clothes hanging on it were still dripping.

The light was not bright enough and the ground was covered with dark patches.

Hua Yan felt the big hand holding hers tighten a little. She thought that Mr. Fu had never been to such a place before and would feel physically uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace.

But Fu Hanlin's strength pulled her back, "You can't even see the road clearly, you're walking so fast, do you want to fall?"

Hua Yan blushed. First, what Fu Hanlin said tonight really overturned her perception. It turned out that the gentle and refined Mr. Fu could also have a sharp tongue sometimes.

The second reason was that when Fu Hanlin saw with his own eyes that he lived in such a place, he couldn't help feeling inferior and embarrassed.

Before, she had to pay off her loan sharks, so she could only find a cheap house like this.

Now she owes Fu Hanlin money. Although Fu Hanlin will not chase her for money like those lenders, she also hopes to pay it off as soon as possible.

she……

I increasingly don't want to owe Fu Hanlin anything.

"We'll be there soon," she whispered.

Fu Hanlin was so smart that he guessed her thoughts the moment her gaze avoided him.

He lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "It's okay."

……

Hua Yan lives in the room at the end of the corridor on the third floor.

She took the key from her bag, opened the door, touched the wall with her left hand, and turned on the light.

"Mr. Fu, we're here."

When the door opened, there were two rooms separated by a door.

The room near the door has a simple kitchen on the window side and a bathroom on the other side.

It was in sharp contrast to the dilapidated outside. The room had solid-colored wallpaper on the walls and wooden flooring on the floor. It was clean and tidy. The kitchen looked clean and had no oil stains. The colors of the appliances were also fresh.

It can be seen that Hua Yan is a girl who loves life very much.

Hua Yan led Fu Hanlin into the house, and worried that the residents next door were too noisy, she closed the door.

She quickly picked up the electric kettle, filled it with water, and placed it on the base to boil the water.

"Mr. Fu, it will take a while for the water to boil. Please come in and sit for a while."

Fu Hanlin is tall and has long legs. The floors of this old tube-shaped building are not very high, so he lowered his head slightly when he passed through the door.

This is mainly where Hua Yan sleeps.

Fu Hanlin didn't look around, but walked to the desk and prepared to sit in the chair and wait.

However, before he could sit down, Hua Yan stopped him.

"Mr. Fu, this chair is unstable. If you don't mind, you can sit... on the bed."

Hua Yan's face was burning.

Will Mr. Fu think she did it on purpose?

The key point is that this chair is indeed unstable. She only weighs 90 pounds, and the chair squeaks when she sits on it.

Mr. Fu was at least several dozen pounds heavier than her, and she was really afraid that the chair would collapse and he would fall.

Fu Hanlin said nothing and turned to walk towards the bed.

The four-piece set is yellow roses, a very light color.

Hua Yan bent down to turn on the electric fan. When she turned around, she saw Fu Hanlin lifting a corner of the thin quilt and sitting down.

The place where she sat was exactly where she usually lay.

It must be raining, there is no wind at all through the open window.

Even with the fan on, the room was still very hot and stuffy like a sauna.

Fu Hanlin unbuttoned two buttons with one hand, but was still sweating profusely.

Sure enough, the next second, the sound of crackling rain was heard outside the window.

The summer rain comes too quickly and too hard.

Fu Hanlin looked up and saw Hua Yan moving the unstable chair to the window, apparently preparing to stand on the chair to collect the clothes.

Just as she took off her high heels and was about to step onto the chair, a faint smell of alcohol approached, and the man's warm chest touched her vaguely.

Hua Yan's whole body froze and she had no time to look back.

Fu Hanlin's right hand passed by her ear, easily grabbed a few hangers with clothes on them, and took the clothes down from outside the windowsill.

The deep voice seemed to pass through her eardrums like an electric current, "You are still climbing on the chair when I am here, do you think I am just a decoration?"