e familiar voice again.Following the direction of the light streaming in from the crack, I saw Shen Wei's shirt and skirt lying on the floor.Fu Yan's scalp tingled, she swallowed silently, and looked...Fu Yan held the spoon tightly, her brows furrowed.

She knew Fu Jing was well-intentioned, but he wasn't unaware of Huo Jing's temperament. Speaking up for her at this juncture was akin to pouring oil on a fire. 。"Are you hoping I'll persuade Huo Jingshu" She gave a self-deprecating laugh. 。

If Huo Jingshu would listen to her, she wouldn't be Huo Jingshu.

Huo Mingzheng brushed off the ash and said, "I'm reminding you" 。Her heart was tossed and turned. 。She kept her distance and was politely distant, “Thank you" 。 Huo Mingzheng paused slightly, his hand clutching the cigarette. This morning in the kitchen, when Fu Yan brushed past him, that indescribable feeling swirled in his heart again. 。He hummed thoughtfully, didn't say anything more, stubbed out his cigarette, turned on the recirculation in the car, and there wasn't a trace of smell left. 。

Cao Fang continued to drive the car towards the hospital.

Fu Yan still sat in the corner, arms crossed, staring at the low night outside. The porridge she had just eaten made her feel nauseous. She closed her eyes, trying hard to suppress the discomfort surging within her. 。Huo Mingzheng's phone rang. 。"On the way" 。The person on the phone said something, but he replied in a low voice: "Let me go there and tell you." 。Hu Mingzheng glanced at Fu Yan beside him without a trace of emotion. Her presence was too low, her whole person was fragile as if she were about to disappear. 。He frowned and hung up the phone. 。

Fù Yān slowly opened her eyes, her voice breaking the silence

You think I pushed Huo Jingxu, even if I don't admit it, you will force me to admit it. 。But this matter has nothing to do with my mother. Mr. Huo has always been fair and strict, I hope you won't take your anger out on my mother. 。A ray of light passed through Huo Mingzheng's cold and deserted eyes, leaving behind a patch of gloom. 。Since you call me Mr. Huo, I can only act officially. Go to Jing Shu and plead for yourself. 。

Fu Yan felt only amusement, yet a deep sense of sadness within her.

Ho Mingzheng is truly a businessman, putting profit above all else. He once set a trap to get her pregnant, and in the hospital, he created all sorts of touching illusions, embracing her like lovers, giving her hairpins, and getting jealous and angry... 。However, in the blink of an eye, Li Qin said that Old Master Huo had relented. He no longer needed a child and became that cold and ruthless Mr. Huo again. 。

She was always treated as a tool from beginning to end.

Whether as a stand-in or a tool to bear children, Huo Mingzheng never truly pitied her. He took what he wanted and discarded what he didn't, never caring about her feelings. 。"Well," she murmured, "then I won't trouble Lord Hawthorne any further." 。As the car drove into the tunnel, Huo Mingzheng's face was completely hidden in the darkness. 。Ho Jing-shu was immediately taken to the nearest hospital for examination. The doctor said that the child could not be saved, and she was then transferred to Qin Heng's hospital. Qin Heng's hospital had the best obstetrics and gynecology doctors, but they were still helpless. 。The palace surgery has already been performed this afternoon. 。The car stopped under the hospital building. Qin Heng saw the car stop and hurried over. Through the open car door, he glanced at Fu Yan sitting in the corner, and his brows furrowed. 。But after such a big incident, Fu Yan must have been terrified, her complexion is so bad. 。

"Azheng, your aunt has had a fight and no one can stop her."

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