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

Fu Yan couldn't grab the phone and was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat. She held Huo Minzheng's hand on her shoulder with her backhand and bit it without hesitation!

"Hiss~" Huo Minzheng subconsciously let go of his hand.

However, the next second, he suddenly pulled his hand out of hers, pinched her chin, and suppressed his anger, "Is it a dog?"

The force of his pinch was not heavy, but not light either. It was firmly embedded in her chin, causing the tender flesh to pile up and make her pout, looking inexplicably pitiful.

Huo Minzheng's eyes swept across her red lips, and finally landed on the tooth marks on the back of her hands, and said hoarsely: "Why don't you speak?"

Fu Yan stared at him resentfully, his upper lip barely touching his lower lip, pouting, "Give me my phone back!"

Fu Yan has a cold look most of the time. Her most vivid appearance is in front of Ji Lin, unscrupulous and unrestrained, because she does not regard Ji Lin as a man.

Fortunately, Ji Lin didn't regard her as a woman, so Huo Mingzheng didn't do anything to him.

She rarely showed such a casual and lively side in front of him, let alone looking so cute at this moment.

The man's eyes softened a little, "Is that your cell phone?"

Certainly not her phone.

Huo Minzheng called someone over. He was the housekeeper of the manor, a middle-aged man in his fifties. Fu Yan had heard Cao Fang call him Uncle Luo before.

"Go ahead and tell me, no one is allowed to put their cell phone on them."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

The light in Fu Yan's eyes completely dimmed. The last life-saving straw was taken away. Her eyes turned red instantly. Huo Mingzheng was simply too deceptive!

"What do you want to do!" She punched and kicked Huo Mingzheng, but in Huo Mingzheng's opinion, the force was neither painful nor itchy.

"Want to leave?"

Fu Yan just stared at him, like a wild cat with its claws raised and its teeth bared.

Huo Minzheng easily grabbed her hand that was beating his chest, and said slowly: "If you want to leave, just be honest. When I am in a good mood, I will take you back naturally."

He reminded her 'kindly', "Don't even think about asking Ji Lin to rescue you. He sent you a message last night and went back to his hometown."

Ji Lin is not an 'indigenous resident' of Nancheng. Ji's family moved from the north to Nancheng thirty years ago, so Ji Lin sometimes speaks with a Northeastern accent when he is anxious.

The winter solstice is approaching, and their family has a tradition that no matter which city their children and grandchildren move to, they must return to their hometown for reunion during the winter solstice.

In a few days it will be the winter solstice.

Fu Yan was aware of the Ji family's habits, but he didn't think about it that way.

The last hope was gone, Fu Yan gritted his teeth and stared at Huo Mingzheng's back.

The butler, Uncle Luo, brought a cup of tea. Fu Yan thought it was for her, but the butler said, "It's for Mr. Huo. I've prepared red date tea for you downstairs. I'll ask someone to bring it up later."

Fu Yan looked at the cup of tea, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Can I bring it to him?"

Uncle Luo was stunned, "Okay, I just need to trouble Miss Fu."

"No trouble, just give it to me."

Fu Yan stood outside the study and was about to knock on the door when he heard Huo Minzheng talking on the phone inside.

"Well, I'll ask someone to pick you up then." His tone was gentle and patient.

Fu Yan lowered his eyes.

Is it Li Qin?

Not sure what was said on the other end of the phone, Huo Minzheng smiled in a low voice, "I found a chef who is good at cooking Guangcheng cuisine. You can try it when the time comes."

After hanging up the phone, she stood outside the door for a while. At noon, the sun was shining directly on the manor, and the glass windows reflected white light, which was so bright that Fu Yan blinked before knocking on the door.

"Come in."

The man's cold tone was completely different from before.

Fu Yan opened the door and went in. Huo Minzheng lowered his head and flipped through the documents. He leaned on the back of his chair and faced the floor-to-ceiling window, his side face shrouded in shadow, especially deep and three-dimensional, "Put it on the table."

She walked over and placed the tea cup on his left hand.

When he drinks tea at work, he always holds the cup with his left hand.

Uncle Cao Fang and Luo knew this habit. Huo Minzheng didn't pay attention and picked up the pen to sign at the end of the document.

"Is there anything else?" He raised his eyes and paused.

Fu Yan stood obediently in front of the desk, with his hair pushed back, revealing a fair and flawless face.

Then he casually glanced at the tea cup on his left, half-smiling but not smiling, "Please please me?"

Fu Yan knew that this was not an opportunity to leave, so as not to annoy him again. He was uncertain and who knew what he would suddenly want to do.

She had no choice but to pretend to be calm and said: "I think Uncle Luo is too busy, so help him deliver it."

"How busy can he be?" Huo Minzheng chuckled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "But if you like it, I don't have any objection."

After putting down the tea cup, he continued to look through the documents. The pile of documents on the desk was more than ten centimeters high by visual inspection. He did not go to the company. Cao Yuan went to the company to get the documents.

Once he got into working mode, he was immersed in it, as if Fu Yan didn't exist.

The manor was halfway up the mountain, and the gate was guarded by bodyguards. It would take her more than ten minutes to run from the main building to the gate, and she would be caught before she even reached the gate, let alone go down the mountain.

She is no different from being in jail now.

It was a struggle anyway, so she turned around and picked up a book from the bookshelf. It turned out to be "The Art of War".

After flipping through a few pages, she kept frowning. She couldn't stand it any longer. She put the book back and ran her fingertips over the rows of books, finally finding a book she could accept, "Love in the Time of Cholera." .

I didn't expect that Huo Mingzheng would have this book in his study room. He didn't look like someone who knew how to read such books.

She used to like it very much for a while. She probably bought a book in the bookstore when she was in her second year of high school. She was obsessed with it. Later, she didn’t know where the book was placed.

After so many years, I don’t know how I will feel when I read this book in my current state of mind.

Fu Yan opened the title page, but a bookmark fell from it. It was a cardboard card with cartoon characters drawn on it, making it look like a bookmark.

She froze for a moment.

In disbelief, he picked up the bookmark from his lap and turned it over.

Back of bookmark: FY

The heart beats rapidly.

Yes, this bookmark was made by herself when she was in her second year of high school. She was very keen on drawing cartoon characters at that time. She drew a cartoon version of Ji Lin on the hem of Ji Lin's school uniform. At that time, Ji Lin said disgusting words, but he also Not washed off.

Then she drew on the bookmark and signed her name in capital letters on the other side.

FY

She will never admit it wrong.

But why is this book here?

Why are you at Huo Mingzheng's house?

She hadn't even been here two years ago.

She clutched the book tightly and looked at Huo Mingzheng subconsciously. She was caught off guard and fell into Huo Mingzheng's sight. The man glanced at the book in her hand, and his eyes seemed to spread out with a strong ink color, showing a panic.

Fu Yan felt that her heart had skipped a beat. Feeling panicked, she asked hoarsely, "Why is my book here with you?"