boss fire me Am I not going to be made permanent" Xiaoxiao tugged at Fu Yao's sleeve, tilting her head up and looking at her with despair and helplessness."Sister, I don't want to leave, what should...After an unknown amount of time, I vaguely heard the sound of a cell phone ringing.

The ringtone rang for a long time, and after it automatically hung up, it rang again, as if no one answered, it rang endlessly.

Huo Mingzheng rose to his feet and pulled out his phone from the jacket that had fallen on the ground. Fu Yan couldn't see his expression, she only felt that the man who was just drowning in the sea of desire suddenly emanated a chill all over his body.

He pressed the phone to his ear, and in a daze, he only heard him say one word: "Xiaoqin."

Xiaqin......

Xiaoqin...

The man glanced back at her, his falling hair obscuring the expression in his eyes.

Huo Mingzheng picked up the scattered clothes on the floor and walked out of the bathroom.

Her chest was suddenly ripped open, a cold wind howling through the hole, her bones aching. She couldn't muster even an ounce of strength to climb out of the bathtub and simply drifted into unconsciousness.

In her dream, she saw Huo Mingzheng holding Li Qin. She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. Watching them walk away, she struggled to chase after them, calling out Huo Mingzheng's name, but the wind scattered her voice across the vast wilderness.

She cried hysterically, struggling to wake from her dream.

There were still traces of Huo Mingzheng's presence in the bathroom, but the bathtub water had already gone cold.

She was completely stiff from the cold, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and stumbled out of the bathroom, her head feeling fuzzy. She collapsed directly onto the bed.

When she opened her eyes again, it was completely dark. Her throat burned with a fiery pain. She touched her burning forehead and struggled to get up.

The electronic clock on the nightstand showed 9:30 PM.

She actually slept for so long.

The cold medicine she got last time at Qin Heng Hospital was still there. No matter if it was a bacterial infection or the common cold, she squinted her burning eyes and took two pills of what she thought would help, then continued to go back to bed.

I woke up the next morning, the fever was gone, but my head still felt a bit dizzy. I think taking some more medicine should help me feel better.

She got up and dressed, seeing the love bites on her body again she couldn't help but recall the scene from yesterday afternoon.

Her eyes suddenly stung with moisture, and she hastily interrupted her thoughts. She bit her trembling lips, holding her breath as she dressed, afraid that if she breathed, tears would spill uncontrollably.

The Min cuisine restaurant downstairs is an old shop, and you can't find it on any delivery app. Their breakfast is very popular, and the place is often packed in the early morning.

Fu Yan likes to eat the hot and sour noodle soup there.

Hand-pulled noodles, fresh and chewy, paired with a rich pork bone broth. The chef's homemade scallion oil and chili sauce add a burst of fragrance.

Xiaoxia said, when you're feeling down, eat something you like, everything will pass.

She never believed this, but now that she was desperate, she started seeking any kind of medical treatment.

She put on her clothes and went out the door. Last night, Nancheng's temperature dropped overnight, and the air truly had the taste of early winter.

Fu Yan walked with both hands in her pockets, slowly making her way to the Min cuisine restaurant. It was indeed packed inside. She went to the order counter and ordered a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup to go, then sat on a small stool nearby waiting.

The boss used an old five-bushel rice chest to hold the television. The thirty-two inch screen wasn't big, but no one paid attention to what was playing on it. All they wanted was a lively atmosphere.

A middle-aged man sitting close to the TV was still waiting for his breakfast. He picked up the remote and flipped through the channels out of boredom, muttering to himself, “These reporters are just idle. They even film when wealthy people pick someone up at the airport. Do they even need to follow them to the bathroom”

People nearby laughed, "This is the difference between the rich and ordinary people. Who cares about our lives!"

The screen flashed, and Fu Yan felt her whole body stiffen.

Just now, in the midst of several bodyguards, Huo Mingzheng, tall and straight, was holding someone in his arms. She couldn't see who it was, but thinking back to the phone call Huo Mingzheng had received yesterday afternoon, a strong premonition arose in her heart.

It might be Li Qin.

She... went back to her home country

Fu Yan's complexion, which wasn't good to begin with, instantly lost all color. She sat there blankly. The boss called out to her several times, and someone beside her shoved her, "Miss, your noodles are ready!"

There was a buzzing in her ears, and Fu Yan took a while to come back to herself. She looked dazed as she took the packaged noodles, then got up and left.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!" the boss hurriedly chased after him at the door.

Suddenly, a tall and handsome man stopped him, "How much"

"Twelve."

The man took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over. "Keep the change," he said.

Then, he caught up with Fu Yan's footsteps.

Fu Yan was walking down the street. The flowerbeds beside her had been under repair these days, and bricks were piled along the roadside. Some of them were scattered about, and Fu Yan hadn't seen them clearly. She tripped and fell, and a strong hand grasped her arm from behind.

"Be careful."

Fu Yan looked at the spilled soup and noodles on the ground with a lost soul.

Fu Jing's heart ached. Looking at her pale face, like a fragile porcelain doll, he carefully stood in front of her, blocking the curious glances of passersby.

He then gathered up the scraps on the ground and threw them in the trash can, took Fu Yan's hand, "I'll take you home."

Fu Yan came back to her senses, dodged his hand, and politely said with distance: "I can go back myself. You shouldn't appear here."

Fu Jing saw her state and was not at ease, so he followed closely behind her.

Before the elevator arrived, she walked up the stairs step by step, forgetting her dizziness. Her body swayed, and Fu Jing hurriedly stepped forward to catch her as she fell.

His face darkened, he scooped her up horizontally, and strode up the stairs to Fu Yan's doorstep. He fished out a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and went inside.

In the shadowy corner, someone took out a camera and quickly snapped a few pictures. Fu Jing reached into Fu Yan's pocket from the side, and from this angle, it looked like the two were kissing.teady light.She said, "If she likes it, she likes it. Is that precious"Qin Heng couldn't help but wonder: "What do you mean"Huo Mingzheng fanned the flames, lighting and extinguishing them repeatedly....