rt of Uncle Ho's family. Uncle Ho entrusted them to take care of us before he passed away. If we were bullied, the Huo family wouldn't just abandon us.”Fortunately, Song Qing霜 didn't think too much ab..."What's the point of this" Huo Mingzheng's attitude was icy cold, smoking a cigarette and his voice sounded a bit hoarse.

Qin Heng shivered, fearlessly continuing, "That thing you called me to do last night, wasn't it because of her"

"I am for the Huo family."

He didn't believe it, "I'm telling you, she seems to be on a blind date. Don't you feel anything about having a cousin who's as beautiful as a fairy and has no family ties Don't tell me you're getting engaged, I don't even know..."

"You're overthinking it." The man coldly interrupted him.

For two years, no one knew about the relationship between Fu Yan and Cao Fang except Cao Fang himself.

He didn't want to say much, "I still have overtime work. If you are free, you can give yourself two injections and take some medicine. You need to treat this mouth."

"Uh..." Qin Heng knew he'd hit a nerve and hastily changed the subject. "Speaking of which, how did that person just die out of the blue I checked, he did have a congenital illness, but it's too coincidental, right I hadn't even made a move and he was already gone."

"Cao Fang has already been investigated."

Qin Heng had just heard it clearly when the phone hung up. He rolled his eyes helplessly, Mr. Huo's temper was really big, wasn't he just making a bold guess It was that infuriating

Caofang knocked and came in, carrying a food box delivered by the hotel.

He Mingzheng, once he decides to work overtime, won't stop until late at night and often forgets to eat.

The old man heard people online joking that nine out of ten CEOs have stomach problems. He didn't want his grandson to develop the same issue, so he repeatedly warned and urged Cao Fang to take good care of himself.

"Mr. Huo, please have a rest first."

Cao Fang put the dishes on the tea table. Just as he put down his chopsticks, Huo Mingzheng extinguished his cigarette, picked up the coat from the rack, and said, "I'm not eating anymore."

Not sure if it was because he was smoking, but Cao Fang found his voice lower than usual, as if he were holding back emotions about to explode.

......

Fu Yan got out of the car and said to Fu Jing, "Thank you. You should go back to the mansion, so I won't invite you upstairs for a chat."

His polite words were met with a courteous nod from Fu Jing, who chose not to expose her facade.

However, she had only taken two steps when Fu Jing called out to her from behind, "Fu Yan."

"Huh" she replied, turning around.

Fu Jing looked at her gently, "Actually, today isn't our first meeting. You last watched Ji Lin's game, I was sitting next to you."

Fu Yan was stunned.

A gentle autumn breeze blew, a strand of hair floating in front of her eyes. She brushed it aside, revealing features that were strikingly beautiful in the light of the streetlamp. They shone like a dazzling bubble, too precious to be grasped too tightly.

Suddenly remembering something embarrassing, her face flushed red. She stammered, "Did I pinch you"

At that time, it was match point. Ji Lin and her opponent were tied, whoever struck first would be the winner. She nervously pinched her own leg.

> She didn't feel any pain, and it wasn't calming her down. At that moment, she must have had cotton in her ears; she thought she was just numb from nervousness, and pushed harder until someone beside her gasped.

However, Fu Jing was also wearing a mask at the time, and Fu Yan didn't recognize him. She only remembered him glancing at her and saying it was okay.

"You're pretty strong." Fu Jing also thought of that scene, a smile playing on his lips.

Fu Yan became even more embarrassed, her face flushed completely red.

He is still a straight man.

Just as she was feeling so embarrassed that she wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with her feet, Fu Jing opened the car door and got out.

"Ji Lin said you're single, so I came."

Fu Yan was at a loss.

Fu Jing smiled and came to her rescue: "Don't be so nervous that you pinch yourself, I don't mean anything else. I just want a chance to pursue you, okay"

To be honest, Fu Jing looks pretty good. He has wheat-colored skin, is tall, and has a great figure. Just by looking at his clothes, you can tell he's a gentleman, polite, and with the aura of an Olympic champion, many girls would want to date him.

Ke Fu knows her own heart well. Fu Jing is so outstanding, she shouldn't hold him back.had been set for so long, although they hadn't officially gotten engaged yet, it was a foregone conclusion. Huo Mingzheng had never even touched her. She had hinted at him several times, but she could...