are." The familiar voice filled her ears.She suddenly turned her head and looked at Huo Mingzheng, who was sitting beside her working.The man had changed from his usual suit and tie, wearing a dark br...Fu Yan clenched her phone, her palms sweating. As expected, he had heard her.

Before she could even speak, Huo Mingzheng's voice was laced with coldness, "You're quite eager, aren't you"

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't tell the truth. "My mom said the other party is in good condition, and it's worth a try. Women eat youth meals. In a few years, I'll be old."

She realized that this road was not leading to the apartment she rented, but to the house Huo Mingzheng had bought for her.

She leaned forward and patted the back of the chair, "Cao Secretary, please let me off ahead."

Cao Fang is Huo Mingzheng's person, he doesn't speak, Cao Fang dare not act on his own. "Miss Fu, it's very late, there are no cars here."

The front was already chaotic. I told her that there were no taxis available.

He told lies with his eyes wide open, Fu Yan also couldn't do anything about him. She looked at Huo Mingzheng beside her, he held a cigarette in his left hand, unlit, the cigarette holder was deformed by him rubbing it.

As Fu Yan met his gaze, the cigarette was broken by him directly, and the ash scattered.

"Park on the side of the road." Huo Mingzheng's voice was very cold.

Cao Fang immediately steered the car into the emergency lane and stepped on the brakes.

"Get out of the car."

The fire went out, and Cao Fang immediately got out of the car without hesitation.

Fu Yan Gang just wanted to pull the car door, when a strong hand suddenly clasped onto her waist from behind, dragging her away!

"Their terms aren't bad, huh How good are we talking about here" His tone wasn't quite anger or sarcasm, it was more like a chill that permeated everything.

Fu Yan was rendered breathless by his tone. She wanted to push him away, but the man's arms were like ironclad, unyielding to her strength.

Huo Mingzheng wouldn't let her go so easily. After that unsatisfactory encounter at the Huo Mansion, he would definitely find a chance to make up for it.

Now that the payment has been made, it's still unclear whether he is dissatisfied or angry.

At Huo Gongguan, that time wasn't anything at all. Only now does Fu Yan truly understand the immense power of a man's anger.

1:30 AM

Fu Yan was utterly drained, leaning against Huo Mingzheng as he held her through the elevator, out of it, and then with one hand holding her, unlocked the fingerprint lock.

As soon as she entered the door, Fu Yan saw three suitcases placed in the hallway.

The black one belongs to Huo Mingzheng. She packed his luggage before he went on a business trip, and he just returned today.

And the silver and white ones, they are hers.

She got it this morning before going to work at the rented house she had moved into. She planned on cleaning up after the family dinner.

It has returned exactly as it was before.

It goes without saying that Huo Mingzheng had someone bring it back.

She choked back a sob, unable even to muster a wry smile.

Huo Mingzheng followed her gaze, glanced at it silently, and carried her to the bathroom to wash clean. Then he wrapped her in a bathrobe and placed her on the sofa.

Fu Yan believed he was going crazy again, and she had no strength to push him away.

His hand was grasped by Huo Mingzheng, his palm clammy with sweat.

"Didn't you have dinner" Huo Mingzheng stared at her face, pale and bloodless, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, visibly unwell.

Fu Yan had vomited everything out at Huo Gongguan, and afterward, he was questioned by Old Master Huo. Then, he directly left Huo Gongguan and got into his car.

She was too weak to speak. Her low blood sugar had hit her, and after being tossed around by Huo Mingzheng, she felt drained. Her vision started to blur, and she felt like she was going to faint.

It seems she had annoyed him, Huo Mingzheng left her alone on the sofa. She slumped against the armrest, catching her breath.

Dizziness washed over her like a wave, and she cursed Huo Mingzheng in her heart. He was heartless, domineering, and cold as ice.

She heard footsteps vaguely, and Huo Mingzheng held something in his hand, lifting her up to sit against him, feeding her something.

Not until sweetness touched her tongue did she realize it was glucose.

She usually has low blood sugar, so she keeps candy in her bag and at work, and has glucose at home for emergencies.

"Why didn't you say if you were feeling unwell" Huo Mingzheng put down the glucose and pinched her chin, lifting her face.

Fu Yan blinked her tired eyelids, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. In a low voice, she said: "Can you... give me a chance to speak"

Huo Mingzheng pinched her chin and examined her carefully for a while, gradually regaining his color and strength.

He sneered, "Were you just calling me cold and heartless"

Fu Yan was slightly startled.

Ho Mingzheng let out a light snort and threw her onto the sofa, "Heartless thing."

Fu Yan leaned against the sofa for a while before she finally calmed down. Huo Mingzheng was no longer in the living room, or perhaps he had already left.

She sat up with her knees hugged to her chest, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

For two years, she knew clearly that she had no place in Huo Mingzheng's heart. He didn't love her; he only had a desire to possess her.

As the heir to the Huo family, the first family of Nanshi, he was a child of destiny, a star surrounded by adoring fans.

The fact that he forced her to take back the words severing their relationship didn't necessarily mean Huo Mingzheng loved her more. It was simply because of their connection; it required him to personally speak up for it to truly be over.

He is the dominant force in this relationship. music recital and enjoyed the local cuisine several times. Mr. Huo specially hired a chef who specializes in authentic Cantonese dishes after hearing about this. After trying the food several times,...