ve money."Si Lian smiled, "I have hands and feet, I can earn money to support myself, why should I rely on others I know Hang Chuan is richer than me, and that money was earned by him through hard wor...At half past eleven in the morning, the mountainside was extraordinarily cold, with gusts of cold wind blowing.

Fu Yan was wrapped in Huo Ming's overcoat, her shoulders held firmly by his large hand. He pulled her into the manor's living room, half-pushing and half-dragging her like a chick.

Shielded from the cold air, Fu Yan's body shuddered and she sneezed. She sniffed her nose, and Qin Heng had already taken the medicine water and cotton swabs from the servant.

"Sit down, I'll get you some medicine."

Fu Yan had no objections to Qin Heng and wouldn't hold a grudge against him just because he was Huo Mingzheng's good friend. She obediently sat on the sofa and proactively tucked aside her long hair at her neck.

Qin Heng immediately frowned.

He was a doctor, though he had originally majored in internal medicine. After hearing Huo Mingzheng's suggestion, he became able to see patients in most departments except for obstetrics and gynecology. Later, he realized that he had been tricked by Huo Mingzheng.

Ho Mingzheng just wanted an all-around family doctor. The scary thing was that when Ho Mingzheng tricked him, he didn't realize it at all.

What else can we do, you can't just say no to a friend you've known for twenty years

Besides internal medicine, he excels most in cardiothoracic surgery. He has used a scalpel countless times and understands precisely what kind of sharp object can create what kind of wound.

The wound on Fu Yan's neck was clearly inflicted by a blade.

She wasn't kidnapped, she was just rear-ended, it couldn't have caused this much damage.

Such a short and sharp scratch should be from a fruit knife or something similar.

"Does it hurt" Qin Heng carefully wiped away the scab around the cut with iodine.

Fù Yán gāng wanted to shake her head, but changed it to say: "It doesn't hurt."

Ho Mingzheng walked to the window, opened half the window, lit a cigarette, and through the reflection of the glass, watched Fu Yan's profile.

Though she said it didn't hurt, her fingers gripped the edge of her clothes tightly.

She's actually most afraid of pain and is quite delicate.

Mingming, despite being so afraid of pain, held up a fruit knife to his neck without hesitation.

Ho Mingzheng brushed off the ash, opening the window wider. The cold wind swept in, and his face grew even colder.

"Didn't that scare you tonight" Qin Heng glanced at the man smoking by the window, asking Fu Yan.

"At that moment, my mind went blank. I didn't have time to be afraid," Fu Yan answered honestly.

Qin Heng gave her a gentle smile. "Normal, in that situation people don't have time to have other emotions, you're already very calm. I had someone heat up a cup of milk for you, it helps with sleep."

The maid led Fu Yan upstairs. As she took a step on the stairs, her foot paused for a moment. She glanced towards the window but immediately withdrew her gaze and continued upwards.

"Miss Fu, please."

Fu Yan stood at the doorway of the master bedroom on the second floor, she shook her head, "Did I get the wrong place"

This is Huo Mingzheng's room.

She had been here several times before, although she had stayed overnight, at the time she and Huo Mingzheng were still in a physical relationship. She slept in the master bedroom only after she was exhausted.

This is completely different from the current situation.

The maid politely said, "It's Mr. Huo's instructions."

Before, she had realized that the servants here called Huo Mingzheng "Huo Zong" instead of "Er Shao," indicating that there were no people from Huo Gongguan here. They were all Huo Mingzheng's own people.

And what about him

"Mr. Huo is sleeping in the guest room, and we've already cleaned it up." After the maid finished her response, she pushed open the doors to the master bedroom on both sides.ould change him was Miss YanYan.But unexpectedly, Miss YanYan prefers the Second Young Master.These years if Mr. Huo wasn't disabled by these legs, who knows how many girls would have been swarming hi...