d slightly, "How is Big Brother now""It's understandable to feel down sometimes, so don't bother him right now." The old grandfather sat down, leaning on his armchair.Fu Yan caught a glimpse of Huo Mi...Ho Mingzheng's face turned ashen, he immediately hung up the phone and strode forward with long legs. He pulled her into his arms from behind, hugging her tightly, "Are you satisfied only when I am angry"

Every sentence is a loaded weapon, aimed straight at his windpipe.

He had just finished his run, his body a mix of sweat and heat. A masculine pheromone enveloped Fu Yan, strong and overwhelming. She was pressed against him, struggling to breathe, "Let go!"

Since you're so bored, why don't you come to my study with me later

"Mr. Huo is bored and can go find Li Qin, I don't have time to accompany you."

Knowing she would refuse, Huo Mingzheng ignored Li Qin and tempted her with, "I can tell you about your mother."

Fu Yan's body stiffened.

Ho Mingzheng raised his lips in satisfaction, let go of her, and strode out. He opened the door to the guest room, went into the bathroom to quickly take a shower, walked out, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and found several missed calls.

During the Spring Festival, there are inevitably drinking parties. Huo Mingzheng declined all invitations from Cao Fang, and his friends, Qin Heng had also contacted him, but he hasn't been going out lately.

Five missed calls, three from Li Qin and two from Qin Heng.

He called Qin Heng back. On the phone, Qin Heng said, “Xiaoqin just called me and said she can’t get in touch with you.”

Ho Mingzheng wiped his hair and looked expressionless. "What's up"

She fainted as soon as she got off the plane and was sent to my hospital. I reckon they wanted you to see her.

Qin Heng was outside, having a reunion with his high school classmates, when he suddenly received a call from Li Qin.

The man said coldly: "I'm not a doctor. Just have someone take care of her, and naturally someone will go see her."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, but didn't see Fu Yan.

He glanced coldly at Cao Fang.

Cao Fang hastily explained, "Miss Fu has already gone to the study."

Ho Mingzheng pursed his thin lips.

When he pushed open the study door, he saw Fu Yan standing before the glass window, reaching out to tear off the paper window decoration.

Huo Mingzheng was tall, and he had intentionally pasted the window decorations high. Even if Fu Yan raised her tiptoes, she couldn't reach them.

He stood at the door for a while, smirked, then strode in with languid steps.

Standing behind Fu Yan, he said calmly, "It's not even the end of the year, why are you so eager to tear it down"

Fu Yan saw the man's reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the red paper window decoration. Was he crazy

But she didn't want to say more to him, changing the subject, "Is my mom with you now"

He leaned against the edge of his desk, gazing at her face. "She's still in Lyon, she's safe for now."

He didn't directly deny it, which amounted to an admission.

Fu Yanlian's temper was gone, she nodded. At least Huo Mingzheng wouldn't do anything to her mother now.

Furthermore, she's stretched thin and barely able to look after herself. She shouldn't overextend herself by getting involved in her mother's affairs. Even though Huo Mingzheng's words carry a warning, the best news right now is that everyone is safe.

She turned to leave, but Huo Mingzheng straightened his back, reaching across her face with one hand and pressing his palm against the glass window, stopping her. "Stay and keep me company."

Fu Yan turned to walk in another direction, but Huo Mingzheng raised his other hand and pressed it against the glass, trapping her within his territory, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

At the same time, the study door closed.

He lowered his gaze to study her trembling eyelashes, murmuring, "Do you like Zurich"le-handedly unbuttoned the clasp of his shawl, his emotionless gaze falling on her face, taking in every subtle shift of her expression.The shawl slipped, and the wine-red vintage long dress, which ha...