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

Fu Hanlin's original plan was to return to South City on Monday.

However, on the night of his business trip, when he was video chatting with Hua Yan, he noticed something unusual about her, so he compressed his time to concentrate on work, and asked Fu Jianhui to cook more of her favorite food.

But on Saturday night, Hua Yan's abnormality was more obvious than before.

After Fu Hanlin hung up the phone, he handed over the remaining work on hand to the people in the branch office, and booked a flight back to South City overnight.

Sitting on the plane, Fu Hanlin closed his eyes to rest, but in his mind he was recalling on which day Hua Yan became moody.

Fu Hanlin opened his eyes, and his usually calm gaze showed a hint of unstable emotion.

Is it Thursday?

"Boss Fu, I asked about Hua Yan's time at the company on Thursday, and I didn't find anything unusual."

Secretary Sun walked up to Fu Hanlin, lowered his waist, and whispered, "But a colleague said that Hua Yan was a little absent-minded when she got off work that evening, and she didn't even notice that her phone fell on her workstation."

It was that day indeed.

After they separated in the president's office that day, she looked clearly shy, so it shouldn't have happened at that time.

"Ask someone to check the surveillance footage of the entire route before she left the company." The man said in a low voice.

Secretary Sun did as he was told immediately.

Soon, Secretary Sun pulled out the surveillance video of Hua Yan bumping into Xiao Xia outside the elevator downstairs in the company, and handed the tablet to Fu Hanlin, "Mr. Fu, take a look."

The man's lenses reflected a faint blue light.

He watched the video and saw his colleague running out of the elevator and giving the phone to Hua Yan.

After that, Xiao Xia said something and Hua Yan left in a hurry.

Even though the video couldn't capture the expression on a person's face clearly, Fu Hanlin could still tell at a glance that Hua Yan's face looked very bad after she turned around.

At noon, the plane landed at Nancheng Airport.

Fu Hanlin got into the car, took out his cell phone and called Xiao Xia.

The phone rang several times, and then a sincere male voice sounded, "Mr. Fu, Xinxin is still sleeping."

Fu Hanlin's gaze paused for a moment. He almost forgot that Xiao Xia was already married to Cao Yuan.

"Excuse me, please wait for Xiao Xia to wake up and ask her to call me back."

"Ah."

As the car was approaching the Fu family's old house, Xiao Xia called back.

"Mr. Fu, do you have something to talk to me about? I stayed up too late watching a movie last night. Sorry, sorry." Xiao Xia was trying to cover up her mistake.

No one asked her why she was still sleeping at this time.

No one asked her what she did last night.

Married couples, those who understand will understand.

Fu Hanlin looked through the windshield at the Fu family's old house not far away, "Xiao Xia, did you bump into Hua Yan downstairs of the company last Thursday?"

Xiao Xia was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled what had happened. Her first reaction was, "Did you bump into something and feel uncomfortable?"

But why is it Mr. Fu who is asking her?

"No." Fu Hanlin dispelled her doubts, "I want to ask you what you said to her that day."

Xiao Xia’s melon-eating nature suddenly becomes apparent!

But she didn't dare to eat it casually in front of the owner, so she had to suppress her excitement and try to recall what happened that day...

……

Hua Yan was sitting on the swing in the courtyard reading a book.

It was taken out from the bookshelf in the living room of Fu Hanlin's room.

However, the book is still on the first page and has not been turned for a long time.

Hua Yan leaned quietly on the swing, closed her eyes, and let the autumn wind blow past her.

Fu Hanlin saw this scene when he walked in.

The girl was wearing a plain long-sleeved dress that reached her ankles, which swayed as the swing swayed gently. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, and the breeze blew up a strand of her hair. Her unmade-up face had delicate features that looked like a fine work of art.

A faint sadness lingered around the girl.

Fu Hanlin walked over quietly and grasped the long hair that was blown in his palm, but saw tears in her tightly closed eyes.

Thinking of Xiao Xia recalling what happened that day, Fu Hanlin had already guessed why Hua Yan was in a bad mood.

Thinking of his little girl digesting those emotions alone, his heart ached. He lowered his head and gently kissed her tearful eyes, "Yan Yan?"

Hua Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Why did she have hallucinations when she was not due to be back until the afternoon?

She slowly opened her eyes. It was almost time for dinner, and she was going to have dinner with Uncle Fu.

But the next second, she felt a warm palm against her cheek, stroking it gently, "Why, do you think I'm hallucinating?"

The man's low, tender and gentle voice filled his ears.

Hua Yan opened her eyes hurriedly and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Fu Hanlin saw her red eyes. His heart felt like it was being gripped by a hand. He slowed his breath and picked her up.

He sat on the swing, looking at the little girl in his arms who was suppressing her emotions and looking at him quietly without saying a word, and asked gently, "Are you scared?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Hua Yan's eyes became redder than before, and crystal tears rolled down and hit Fu Hanlin's shirt.

She bit her lower lip and let out sad sobs.

Fu Hanlin was upset by her crying and was eager to look into her eyes. "Why..."

Hua Yan tightly grasped the shirt inside his suit and stubbornly refused to look up.

Fu Hanlin's shirt was wet with her tears, and the initial warmth turned into ice-cold.

He was unaware of this, his heart tightening, his eyes full of heartache, he hugged her and coaxed her, "I was here, that day..."

"Am I a stand-in?" Hua Yan raised her red eyes and looked at him, and asked him sadly, "When you called me Yanyan, did you mean Yanyan or Yanyan?"

She was originally stuck in a dead end, struggling with herself.

But she remembered that Fu Hanlin had told her before that no matter what happened, she should speak out if it bothered her, and never waste her time on herself or get stuck in a rut. She could ask him face to face if she had any questions or doubts.

Fu Hanlin told her that he had no experience in love and was afraid that he might not be doing well enough, so he hoped that they could both learn to communicate.

Fu Hanlin looked at her tenderly, "Yanyan, it's Yanyan. I'm thirty-two years old this year, older than you, but I'm not senile."

"You are not even a substitute."

He gently stroked the red corners of Hua Yan's eyes and said softly, "I did like Fu Yan. You asked me how I got the scar on my back. It was an accident. It was left when I rescued Fu Yan, but that was in the past.

I am not a stubborn person, nor will I be someone who would be stuck in a fruitless relationship and grow old alone. When I saw through that relationship, I knew that some things are just destined.

Just like Fu Yan belongs to Huo Mingzheng.

You are mine. "