agues left one after another. The once lively private room fell silent. Fu Yan leaned against the sofa, her cheeks mostly covered by her hair. Her fair and delicate skin was tinged with rouge.The door...The car drove smoothly on the road.

Huo Mingzheng's voice after drinking was a bit hoarse, "If it's because of me, you needn't worry about it."

Fu Yan drove seriously, raised her lips slightly when she heard this, "You're overthinking it. What I want to eat wouldn't be deterred by someone unimportant. I've been busy with work recently and working overtime."

That irrelevant remark hit Huo Mingzheng right in the heart.

But what really bothered him was overtime.

"That city project" Huo Mingzheng pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in his chair with a chin that was slightly raised, giving his jawline a smooth, flowing line. Below that, his Adam's apple moved ever so slightly. A beam of light caught him, highlighting a coldness about him.

With a soft sigh, she didn't intend to say much more.

Huo Mingzheng wouldn't find this project surprising. He's Fangxin's major shareholder, so he knows about any developments within the company, especially a large-scale project like this one.

But when it comes to Wang Ji Congee Shop, she won't go there again.

Knowing that Huo Mingzheng would be there, she was even less likely to go. Huo Mingzheng was right; her reason for not going to Wang's was partly because she wanted to avoid him.

At the same time, Huo Mingzheng spoke in a low voice, "Even if you don't work overtime, you wouldn't come back again, would you"

Fu Yan gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying nothing. Huo Mingzheng didn't press further.

The car was parked on the side of the green belt in the scenic garden. She turned her head and glanced back, to see Huo Mingzheng asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

She called Cao Fang, but this time the call wasn't unanswered; it went straight to voicemail.

Fùyān held her phone, speechless for several seconds.

Huo Mingzheng was truly asleep. He had a good tolerance for alcohol, but he had already drunk quite a bit before going to the Ye Gui Bar. He had just come from another drinking party and then added a few more glasses of poisoned wine mixed with his usual drinks, and the effects quickly set in.

Leaving her phone dead and its communication interface exposed was definitely intentional, meant to lure her in.

She could appear, and he was happy. At least it meant she wasn't completely indifferent to him. With this reassurance in his heart, he could finally fall asleep.

Fu Yan pulled open the back door. Huo Mingzheng was tall and strong, much heavier than her. She tugged at his hand, but he was like a mountain, immovable.

She crawled in completely, patted Huo Mingzheng's face, "Huo Mingzheng, Huo Ming..."

Suddenly, Huo Mingzheng's body moved, and the next second, he pulled her into his arms. "Yan Yan..."

He held her tightly and murmured, "That year, it wasn't a chance encounter."

Fu Yan froze, what wasn't a chance encounter

She wriggled free from Huo Mingzheng's embrace, wanting to ask for clarification, but Huo Mingzheng lay still on her shoulder, fast asleep. All that just now seemed like nothing more than his mumbling, words buried deep in his heart for a very long time.

In the quiet space, Fu Yan watched the face so close to her. The bitterness in her heart overflowed, and she gave a self-deprecating laugh, her eyes slightly reddened.

She opened her mouth, letting out a slow breath, mechanically twitching the corner of her lips, composing herself.

After much effort, she finally managed to pull Huo Mingzheng out of the car.

Result, she stumbled and almost fell. She had to grab hold of Huo Mingzheng's waist and lean against him. Fortunately, Huo Mingzheng wasn't drunk enough to be rowdy or shout.

It's pretty quiet.

Man's face pressed against the nape of her neck, his exhaled breath scorching hot, "Yanyan..."

Fu Yan looked at the shadows on the ground, indistinguishable from each other. She took a deep breath. Had the temperature dropped tonight Otherwise, why did the air feel so sharp when she inhaled it

......

Huo Mingzheng wasn't completely drunk. He had fallen asleep earlier because Fu Yan's driving was so steady. The alcohol had just hit him, and he drifted off. Now, being carried by someone into the elevator, the weight pressing down on him made him open his eyes in a daze as the elevator ascended.After going through the whole process and handing in her bid to the staff, Fu Yan felt a sense of unreality.After nearly a month of effort, it will be decided in two days, "life or death," but she is...