.....After work, Fu Yan returned to her old house.As soon as she entered, she wanted to call out "Mom", but Liu Jie whispered, "Madam just fell asleep."After the incident, Song Qing霜's sleep schedule...Fu Yan suddenly woke up from her dream, jolted by the phone call she received tonight. She dreamed of Huo Yuan, but after waking up, the details of the dream were hazy.

The porridge in the clay pot was still bubbling merrily. She hurried up, stirred it with a spoon to prevent it from sticking to the bottom.

The kitchen door was open. She was taken aback; she had closed it earlier for fear of making a sound. How did it get opened again

Could someone have come in after she fell asleep

Just then, Cao Fang walked in, looking surprised. "Miss Fu, you're awake I was just about to bring you some porridge."

It turns out to be Cao Fang.

"The porridge is almost ready. He, isn't asleep yet, right" Fu Yan glanced toward the door.

Cao Fang shook his head. "General Huo never goes to sleep before 12 o'clock, he's still looking over documents."

Fu Yan's heart ached. She turned around, using a cloth to cushion the hanging ear of the sand pot, and whispered, "You and Cao Yuan should persuade him more. The group isn't short of people."

Cao Fang felt ashamed. "Even Huo Zong has to listen to our advice,"

Doesn't he listen to Li Qin

Cao Fang looked at her intently for a moment, then walked over and took the cloth from her hand. He picked up the clay pot. "Don't burn yourself, let me do it."

Fu Yan followed Cao Fang into the ward. Huo Mingzheng was indeed sitting on the sofa looking at documents.

Cao Fang gestured to her, "Miss Fu."

Fu Yan pursed her lips and walked over to stand before Huo Mingzheng. "I made some fruit congee, have a little bit," she said.

Ho Mingzheng flipped over a page of documents, his gaze casually sweeping across her feet. She had been sitting just now, her skirt long enough to cover them completely, but now that she was standing, the toes of her slippers were visible.

She's always so considerate, probably worried about disturbing the patients' rest by wearing heels in the hallway.

Whether it's to Huo Yuan or anyone else.

He withdrew his gaze, his voice cold, "Is it not possible to come"

Cao Fang looked at Fu Yan imploringly, begging her not to betray him.

Fu Yan quietly gave him a thumbs-up, "The banquet ended early..."

"After the New Year's holiday, go to the front desk for a week." Huo Mingzheng didn't let her finish speaking before cutting her off directly, ruthlessly exposing her, and glanced at Cao Fang who was stunned.

Cao Fang forced a smile and said, "Yes."

Fu Yan didn't know about the front desk meme, and she didn't think it was a serious punishment, so she didn't plead for him.

While Ho Mingzheng didn't look at her again, he got up and went to the restaurant.

Cao Fang and Cao Yuan withdrew.

When Fu Yan walked over, he was already sitting at the table eating the bowl of porridge. Thinking about Cao Fang saying he didn't eat much today, she felt uncomfortable. "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Day holiday, I'll come again then..."

"I'll be discharged tomorrow and return to the Jinling mansion to recuperate," Huo Mingzheng said, holding a spoon in his hand with no emotion in his eyes. "Xiao Qin will take care of me."

It was like a basin of cold water splashing onto her face. Fu Yan's heart clenched abruptly, as if its beating had stopped for a second. Her face instantly drained of color, no amount of exquisite makeup could hide the paleness that spread across it.

This slap was too loud, and it hurt so much.

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

Huo Mingzheng pursed his lips, gazed at her face with a deep and penetrating look, suddenly flung away the spoon and strode towards her, grabbing the back of her neck to force her to look up.

What are you doing

When he saw her bloodshot eyes, his chest heaved violently, his gaze falling on her red lips, and he kissed her.

......

The man's breath grew heavier and deeper, and Fu Yan felt a string in her heart about to snap. However, she didn't forget what Li Qin had told her: Huo Mingzheng wanted a child. She also didn't forget their current relationship with Huo Mingzheng. hint of familiarity, as if I had seen him somewhere before.The front hall was brightly lit. Old Master Huo glanced at her forehead, and before Fu Yan could cover it with her hair, it was too late.He...