she did like Huo Mingzheng. Every time they met, her heart would flutter. She didn't know if she was hiding it well enough, so every time she saw him, she just lowered her head."Why aren't you inside...Fu Yan felt a little more at ease. She entered the master bedroom and didn't look around haphazardly. Her gaze fell on the large bed in the middle.

Huo Mingzheng's life colors are very monotonous, black and white, gray, navy blue, dark brown. Whether it's Huo Gongguan or here, the bedding only uses navy blue.

She didn't lie down directly, but sat on the sofa instead. The maid brought her hot milk, she drank half a cup, and Qin Heng reminded her not to drink too much, fearing she would get sick.

It was too late, she was so sleepy her eyelids were fighting, after drinking the milk she wished she could just fall asleep right away.

She propped herself up on the sofa and slowly walked to the door, making sure it was locked before returning to the sofa and lying down. The blanket she found in the cabinet had a faint scent of water lilies and a calming effect; she fell asleep shortly after.

First floor living room.

Ho Mingzheng finished two cigarettes and walked to the sofa, sitting in the spot where Fu Yan had just been.

Qin Heng poured him a glass of water. "Your throat must be on fire after all that smoking, huh"

Ignoring his sarcasm, Huo Mingzheng picked up his water glass and took a sip. "Does it work"

"You think a little sleeping pill would do anything The maid said she was drowsy when she came down, I bet she's asleep by now."

Huo Mingzheng frowned, and Qin Heng hurriedly explained: "The dosage is within a safe range, guaranteed to give her a good night's sleep."

The man put down his glass.

"Now it's my turn to ask you, isn't it" Qin Heng looked at him directly.

"Hmm."

"What happened to the wound on your neck" he asked straight away. There wasn't much beating around the bush between him and Huo Mingzheng.

She cut it with a fruit knife.

Qin Heng said to himself, "As expected," his face turned serious. "Is it because Li Qin came back She wants to draw a clear line with you, and you pushed her too hard"

Qin Heng wouldn't say he fully understood Huo Mingzheng, but at least he knew him better than most people. He knew that Huo Mingzheng had been kidnapped as a child and witnessed horrific scenes, which caused him significant psychological problems, especially when dealing with relationships. He tended to go to extremes in his assumptions about them.

Huo Mingzheng was silent.

"I can tell she probably likes you. If you like her too, just be gentle and don't scare her away."

Huo Mingzheng stared at his water glass, fiddling with a lighter in his hand. His thumb rubbed against the lighter, a flame sprang up, but the wind blowing in through the open window caused it to flicker. His face was illuminated and shadowed by the unsteady 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. Qin Heng watched with a shiver down his spine.

He reached out to snatch the lighter, but Huo Mingzheng's hand dodged just in time. His attempt was thwarted, and he heard Huo Mingzheng's voice dripping with sarcasm.

A few years ago, she said she liked Huo Yuan. Yesterday, she said she liked Huo Yuan. Today, she says she likes me. It's so easy for her to like someone, this kind of liking is too cheap.

"Did she ever like Huo Yuan When was that"

Actually, he wasn't an accident. After all, before Huo Yuan's legs were disabled, his fame surpassed both Huo Mingzheng and Fu Hanlin. He was truly brilliant and radiant, with a noble status and remarkable prosperity.

He just felt that someone like Fu Yan, with her personality, shouldn't be fickle and change lovers constantly.

He also knows Huo Mingzheng very well, he wouldn't lie, nor would he need to.

Huo Mingzheng's face darkened, he threw his lighter onto the coffee table, then stood up and turned away, saying coldly: "I don't remember."

Qin Heng looked at his back with a complex expression. Huo Mingzheng didn't forget, he just didn't want to say it.ight for the office.As soon as she opened the door, she saw a slender and somewhat hunched figure standing by the window, observing the calamus plant she had nurtured. It was unlike any ordinary old m...