or in her heart. All she heard was his low, husky voice say: "Wait a while."Cao Yuan outside the door was taken aback.Before Cao Fang could react, he walked out of the kitchen and saw him standing du...A biting wind whistled between the two of them, causing Fu Yan's stiff body to tremble uncontrollably.

She was looking at the face before her, a face she had pictured countless times in her mind.

In a foreign land, it feels like another world.

"Ho Mingzheng..."

The heart was beating violently.

Ho Ming-cheng dropped the silver fake face!

The silence in his eyes and the mask he wore both shattered. A torrent of rage, along with a maelstrom of other complex emotions, surged forth like a dam breaking, unstoppable.

Those emotions that had been suppressed for days finally got a release!

Only when he gripped Fu Yan's arm tightly, feeling her icy body temperature, did those unrestrained emotions seem to freeze, like shards of ice rapidly piercing his heart.

"Cao Fang!" the man said coldly.

Then Fu Yan saw Cao Fang walk out from the other side of the car, holding a black overcoat in his hand.

Huo Mingzheng took the coat from Cao Fang's hand. His face was cold, and he wrapped her tightly, his movements almost rough.

Fu Yan felt him restraining his anger, she vaguely sensed a change in Huo Mingzheng's aura, this feeling was dangerous, deadly, like a poisonous poppy.

Suddenly, Fu Yan heard a sound of footsteps. Those people had caught up!

Huo Mingzheng clearly felt her body stiffen. He clenched her collar and pulled her into his arms, coldly raising his eyes to look past her.

A group of strong, blond-haired, blue-eyed men seemed to have been put on pause.

"You can go back now."

A fluent stream of French poured from Huo Mingzheng's mouth.

The man at the front nodded, "Yes, Young Master Mingzheng."

This is a Chinese sentence.

Fu Yan was startled, Ming Zheng Shao Ye

They are indeed Huo Mingzheng's people.

"Wait!" Fu Yan opened her mouth.

The greatcoat enveloped her head completely, and Fu Yan emerged from the collar with a delicate but slightly pale face.

Running in the cold wind, her voice was low and raspy, "Can you let the people in the villa go"

"Our business is none of theirs."

Huo Mingzheng narrowed his eyes, a flash of something quickly passing through them. He glanced silently at the tall blonde man with blue eyes standing across from him.

The man immediately said, "There was another group of people looking for Miss Fu. When we arrived, the two sides had just started fighting."

He paused for a moment, "First shot."

Huo Mingzheng tightened his grip on Fu Yan's waist, and Fu Yan couldn't help but feel that something was off. It felt like Huo Mingzheng's hand trembled slightly, but it vanished in a flash, leaving no trace.

>“Past dealings, leave a way out.” Huo Mingzheng’s eyes were filled with frost.

"Yes."

That group of people disappeared on the street corner.

Fu Yan finally understood, “Not you”

"Well, do you think I'm going to kill you"

She was just about to speak.

Ho Mingzheng's gaze locked onto her, the emotions in his eyes unreadable. "Fu Yan, who wants whose life is still uncertain." Heng waved it off, "I'm just giving him a step down. Don't you think Azheng can see through him He's just being stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat."Last night, I guess Fu Yan and Zuo guessed they...