rits were not as good as Old Master Huo's. However, his clothes were very well-tailored.He seemed to have a chronic illness, thin as a rail. There was kindness in his eyes and features, with a hint of...Her fingers were delicate and slender, unable to control Huo Mingzheng at all.

However, at this moment, Huo Mingzheng willingly let her grab him.

He lowered his gaze, staring at her profile, silently, without a word.

She wore a particularly exquisite makeup today. In fact, her features were already delicate, and with just a little touch-up, they became even more striking. Especially her eyes, when she wasn't speaking, made you feel like there were countless stories hidden within them.

He stared, and without realizing it, he raised his other hand, his fingertips lightly touching her cheek.

"Don't touch." Fu Yan said angrily.

Huo Mingzheng's hand paused, quickly touched something, then retracted as if nothing had happened.

"Is the food delicious"

Fu Yan's words and actions did not match, "Just so-so."

“You're so picky, you won't eat anything unless it's perfect.” Huo Mingzheng exposed her right there.

He saw that the back of his hand wasn't so red anymore, and he let go of his hand, "Aren't you bored"

On her birthday, I ran to a private kitchen and used Xiaoxia to lure her over. I just wanted to cook her a meal and ended up burning my hand like this.

"Aren't you agile"

With no paper around, Huo Mingzheng glanced at the kitchen paper on the side. He found it too dirty and simply let his hand air dry, moist as it was.

He stared at Fu Yan's face. She looked angry but not quite, more like she was blushing with indignation. Especially the sentence after that, he wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it sounded like there was more concern in her tone.

"I just want to cook a meal for you. I didn't mean to deceive you."

Fu Yan pursed her lips, her expression unchanged. "You don't have to do this."

"Do you think that if I sent you food like Huo Yuan did, you would eat it" Huo Mingzheng's words sounded more like jealousy than grievance.

It has been three days, and Huo Yu had continuously sent Fan to pay respects for three days by sending her meals.

When Huo Yuan knew very well what would happen, he still did it. This blatant provocation was something Huo Mingzheng never knew before. He didn't realize that his seemingly carefree cousin had an equally strong possessive desire for Yan over him.

Fu Yan was taken aback and wanted to ask him how he knew Huo Yuan had sent her food, but she thought it over. It wouldn't be worth asking anyway.

"How did you know" Huo Mingzheng anticipated her thoughts.

Will you tell me

He smirked, "You didn't even ask me, how do you know if I would tell you or not"

If you keep beating around the bush, I'm not going to listen.

Huo Mingzheng took a step forward, grasped her arm, and said, "I've had people keeping an eye on him."

He likes you, I find him annoying.

Fu Yan looked at him, rendered speechless by Huo Mingzheng's directness.

However, Huo Mingzheng hadn't told Fu Yan all of it. Now, everything was just his guess, a guess that Huo Yuan and Li Qin's deaths were connected.

A glint of sunlight caught sight of her wearing high heels. She had been running around City Hall all afternoon submitting bid documents, he pinched Fu Yan's waist and lifted her up, placing her on a clean table.

"Huo Mingzheng, what do you do..."

Fu Yan opened her mouth to resist, but Huo Mingzheng had already bent down, taking off her left high heel and placing it on the ground. He lowered his head, his movements gentle as he rubbed her ankle.back and turned around, gritting her teeth. "It was Fu Yan! She pushed Jingjing! Everyone saw it, Dad, you have to do something for Jingjing! That's your great-granddaughter, don't you feel sorry for...