She got straight to the point, "Ji Qingjie, can you lend me a few bodyguards"Qi Qing is Ji Lin's older sister. She grew up watching Fu Yan grow up and treats her like a younger sister. Without asking...He has already taught Fu Yan a lesson once about how he "feeds" .

Ho Mingzheng is crazy now, he might even feed her soup and food in front of other people.

This is another veiled threat.

Fu Yan's already disheartened heart stirred slightly, not with excitement, but with even greater disappointment.

He was always like this with her, strong and unconcerned about her true feelings.

She told the nutritionist, "I'll have some soup."

Besides other things, she really had no appetite. She didn't know if it was because of her mood or some other physical problem, but she couldn't eat anything at all.

She asked Huo Mingzheng expressionlessly, "Is this okay"

Facing her cold and dim gaze, Huo Mingzheng's jawline twitched slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

Cao Fang glanced at Cao Yuan, but unfortunately Cao Yuan didn't react. He had no choice but to look at Luo Shu.

Luo Shu also looked at a loss.

He rarely interacted with Miss Fu, but from the few times they did, it was clear she was quite docile. He never expected her to be so cold and violent, but luckily, she only acted that way towards Mr. Huo.

The nutritionist made the soup, removing all the oil so it's very light and nourishing.

However, Fu Yancai only took two sips before feeling unwell. Huo Mingzheng went upstairs to take a shower, but Cao Fang and the nutritionist were still there.

They were Huo Mingzheng's human surveillance, monitoring her as she drank soup.

Fu Yan drank another two sips, finally couldn't help but put down the spoon.

Cao Fang was just about to persuade her to drink a little more, but the nutritionist stopped him. “Mr. Cao, Miss Fu is very weak now, don't force her to eat. Since she can't eat much, she should have smaller meals more frequently. I will prepare some snacks at noon so that Miss Fu won't go hungry.”

Of course, Cao Fang also knew this reason. He and Fu Yan had known each other for many years. He was willing to treat Fu Yan as a half-friend in his heart, and he also cared about her health.

Since she got into an accident, she's only been surviving on a few bowls of soup. This kind of diet won't allow her body to recover quickly.

Seeing how distressed she was, he couldn't force her. He didn't want to push her too far, lest she vent her anger on President Huo instead.

Huo Mingzheng came downstairs after showering, wearing a navy blue bathrobe. He walked towards the dining room step by step.

"Aren't you going to drink" He propped one hand on the table and twirled his spoon with the other, standing behind Fu Yan with a posture resembling an embrace from behind.

He had just taken a shower, his body steaming.

Fu Yan was steamed and found it hard to breathe. She moved away, but Huo Mingzheng circled her back into his territory.

Huo Mingzheng's hair was still damp, and a few drops of water almost fell onto Fu Yan's back. He straightened his waist and then picked Fu Yan up horizontally.

Then let's rest for now and eat something when we wake up.

He carried Fu Yan upstairs, and the others tacitly followed suit, dimming the lights in the living room.

Ho Mingzheng carried Fu Yan into the master bedroom. The light in the master bedroom was dim, creating a very conducive atmosphere for sleep.

Her eyes fell on the large bed in the middle, a flicker of disgust crossing her gaze.

Ho Mingzheng saw this and remembered the last time she slept here. She lay on the sofa fully clothed, wrapped up so tightly she almost suffocated herself, refusing to sleep in the bed.

Before that, she wasn't averse to sleeping on that bed. The aversion only appeared after Li Qin returned from Paris.

He pursed his lips, kicking the master bedroom door open with his foot, and said in a hoarse voice: "This bed, besides me, only you have slept on it."

If Qin Heng heard this, he would definitely have to praise him for finally learning to speak up.

"A faint tremor crossed Fu Yan's eyes, followed by a soft chuckle. "President Huo," she said, "are you implying that I am the only one privileged enough to lie in your bed Should I be grateful"esides, even if he wrote like a crawling dog, no one would dare to say anything because of his status and position."You write."Fu Yan was stunned. "How could I write""It's just about taking notes, not...