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

The master bedroom is dimly lit.

The man reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light shone down, illuminating the girl's skin as white as jade.

The ambiguous traces on it look like red plum blossoms falling in the snow.

It is so beautiful that one can't take their eyes away.

Hua Yan curled up in shame, but Fu Hanlin opened her mouth gently but domineeringly, and he kissed her lips soothingly.

A low, hoarse voice passed through her ears.

"Let me see if the hives are healed."

I was just teasing her before dinner, but now I won't let her go.

Hua Yan let out a "hmm" sound and sank into the soft bed. Fu Hanlin's hard chest followed and he pinched her waist and began to help her digest the food.

The thing Hua Yan regretted most was that she was smart enough to cook a midnight snack for Fu Hanlin.

The fuller he eats, the longer it will take to digest.

and……

Hua Yan panicked and pushed his chest, "No..."

Fu Hanlin pinched her waist tightly without any hesitation.

Afterwards, Fu Hanlin wiped the sweat off Hua Yan's forehead with his fingertips, kissed her closed eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What are you afraid of?"

Hua Yan panted weakly, slowly opened her wet eyes, and bit her lower lip feeling insecure.

She looked at Fu Hanlin, who had become gentle again, not the hungry wolf that pounced on its food just now, and said nervously, "I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

He left a note before going to work today, reminding her not to take the medicine.

She thought he felt sorry for her because the medicine would disrupt her menstrual period, and he would definitely take measures next time.

But still not tonight.

She didn't know what he was thinking.

She couldn't see through this unfathomable man.

"If you're pregnant, just give birth to the baby. Isn't this a natural thing?" Fu Hanlin grabbed her hand and rubbed it in his palm. It was slippery and covered with sweat.

Although she said so, Hua Yan became even more nervous, "Give birth to the baby?"

"Yeah." The man kissed her brow, "Don't frown. Don't you want to have a baby, or don't you want to have my baby..."

"It's not that I don't want to have your child." Hua Yan took over before he could finish.

But after she finished speaking, she met the man's smiling and meaningful gaze, and her blushing face turned red again. She tried to make amends, "I'm not saying that. What I mean is that I... just understand you."

The smile in Fu Hanlin's eyes deepened. He deliberately moved closer to her, rubbing his lips against the corner of her mouth. "I really don't understand. Tell me, what does it mean?"

"It's me..." Hua Yan felt that this man was very bad.

Fu Hanlin laughed in a low voice, his chest trembling, and held her tightly in his arms, "Are you not ready yet?"

Hua Yan bit her lower lip and nodded, "I'm only twenty-two years old."

She heard the man sigh, "I'm already 32 years old. If I don't have a baby now, I won't be able to have one anymore."

"How could you not give birth with your physical strength..."

Hua Yan spoke quickly again and was caught by Fu Hanlin's teasing gaze. She couldn't hide away and buried her face in his chest shyly, listening to the man's laughter in her ears and feeling the vibration of his chest on her cheeks.

Double social death.

Fu Hanlin stroked her little head soothingly and said gently, "If you're not ready, then take it slow. You don't need to take the medicine these two times. I'll take precautions next time. If you get pregnant because of these two times, you can give birth to the baby, okay?"

Hua Yan leaned against him obediently and nodded.

I don’t know if it was because Fu Hanlin added soothing essential oil to the water when he took Hua Yan to the bathroom to take a bath, that she didn’t feel so sore the next day and was able to go to work as usual.

……

On Saturday, Fu Hanlin drove himself and took Hua Yan back to the Fu family’s old house.

Looking at Hua Yan, who was sitting in the passenger seat with her hands twisted together nervously, lowering her head and silently reciting the greeting words.

My heart suddenly softened.

He stopped the car on the side of the road, unbuckled her seat belt, held her in his arms, and kissed her cheek.

"Don't be nervous. My father is humble. He is different from the rich masters you see on TV."

Hua Yan was stunned and looked up at him, "How do you know what TV I watch?"

"Have you forgotten who turned off the TV for you last night?"

Fu Hanlin had a dinner party last night and came back late.

When he got home, she was asleep on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control in her hand, and a TV series was still playing on TV.

He glanced at the title of the play and couldn't help frowning.

The Bitter Daughter-in-law

When he saw it, he smiled inexplicably.

Now that I think about it, she must have watched the TV series and became more nervous.

"I was just looking blindly." Hua Yan said in a low voice.

Fu Hanlin comforted her for a while before taking her out of the car.

There is no way, my girlfriend is young, I can only coax her first.

Letting her take a short walk can help relieve tension.

Fu Jianhui and the housekeeper saw from afar Fu Hanlin coming with a gentle and pretty girl.

"Master, why did you park so far away?"

Fu Jianhui also didn't understand, "You're just idle, showing off your long legs."

When Fu Hanlin brought Hua Yan over, Fu Jianhui saw Hua Yan and kindly asked her if she was tired from the ride.

In Hua Yan's view, Fu Jianhui's greeting was just an ordinary one from an elder.

Only Fu Hanlin and the housekeeper knew that if he were not restrained by this physical body, he would happily fly to the sky.

At lunch, the servants placed exquisite dishes on the table one after another.

Fu Jianhui walked behind and said with a smile: "My cooking skills are average. I don't know if Miss Hua is used to eating this."

"Mr. Fu, you can just call me Hua Yan." Hua Yan really couldn't stand Fu Jianhui calling her Miss Hua all the time.

It made her nervous.

Besides, if the cooking skills are just average, then all the chefs in the restaurant will have no job.

Fu Hanlin smiled, put a piece of meat into her bowl, and asked her in a low voice: "You call him Mr. Fu, and you call me Mr. Fu, what's the matter?"

Hua Yan looked at Fu Jianhui who was smiling kindly across from her. If Fu Hanlin hadn't reminded her, she really wouldn't have realized it.

"Hmm?" Fu Hanlin seemed to want to get an answer from her.

Hua Yan's ears turned red, and she whispered, "I won't call you Mr. Fu anymore."

"What's that called?"

The man leaned in close, and the faint scent of aftershave lingered around her. It was clearly a peaceful and comfortable scent, but it disturbed her mind and slowed her reactions.

But Fu Jianhui, who was sitting opposite her, looked at her expectantly and even made an encouraging gesture to her.

Her mind was confused and she blurted out, "Old...husband?"

Fu Hanlin smiled deeply, with a soft light in his eyes.

The housekeeper stood aside, smiling with satisfaction: "I haven't seen the young master smile so happily for a long time."

Fu Hanlin served Hua Yan a bowl of soup and said calmly, "Uncle Zhao, stop playing tricks."

The butler shut up for a second.