ot prone to scarring, it won't get worse."Qi Ce applied medicine to her whip wounds, helped her up, dressed her in a silk nightgown, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with paper.He said wit...She pressed the video phone and when she saw the person outside, she was stunned. She hurriedly opened the door.

"Big brother, how did you get here"

Outside the door sat Huo Yuan in his wheelchair. Behind him stood Aji, carrying a food box from Jinhe Garden in his hand.

It's late spring already, and the temperature in Nancheng today is quite high. Huo Yuan wore a white shirt, which suited him very well. It highlighted his gentle features and, coupled with his slender frame, gave him an elegant air.

"I'm bored and thinking about how I've never been to your place. Since it's the weekend and you should be at home, why don't you come over I just wanted to call ahead and make sure it wouldn't be inconvenient."

Fu Yan opened the door and said, “Don’t mind it, big brother, come in.”

"He waved his hand, signaling to Ajie to push the wheelchair. 'Haven't you eaten yet I asked Ajie to order some dishes you like.'"

Fu YanGang wanted to say no, but immediately thought of the takeout he had ordered. He took out his phone to check, and saw that the delivery rider was already on his way.

"Did you order takeout" Huo Yuan saw her looking down at her phone.

Fu Yan's voice was soft, "It's fine, have it as a late-night snack."

Anyway, she didn't order that much.

aji stood behind Huo Yuan when he was wearing shoes: "Miss Yan Yan, do you have slippers"

Fu Yan opened the shoe cabinet, and all she saw were her own shoes. That's when she remembered that there was only one pair of slippers in the house, and it belonged to her. Lately, she had been busy bidding on projects. On weekends, she either went to the hospital to visit Ji Lin or stayed at home to rest, forgetting to buy new slippers.

For some reason, the image of Huo Mingzheng stepping barefoot onto the floor wearing socks that night suddenly flashed in my mind.

Later, he went to the bathroom and hugged her. I bet her socks were soaked through.

He is such a person who loves cleanliness so much...

"Yan Yan"

She came to her senses and met Huo Yuan's probing gaze. She quickly said, "I haven't finished sweeping the floor yet, you can just come in with your shoes on."

Aji didn't move, "That would be too embarrassing."

"It's okay." Fu Yan walked behind him and closed the door.

Ajie pushed Huo Yuan into the room. Huo Yuan swept his gaze over the sofa where Fu Yan had just put down some clothes that hadn't been folded yet, and a shadow flickered in his eyes when he caught sight of certain intimate garments.

aji was curious what Mr. Huo was looking at, and the moment he followed his gaze —

Yan Yan’s tummy is hungry.

Huo Yuan opened his mouth, drawing his attention back. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, seeing nothing. Not even a spark of curiosity remained.

He quickly pushed Huo Yuan to the dining table and took out the food from the lunch box.

Originally, the room was cold and austere. But now, with the aroma of cooking food filling the air, it gradually became infused with a warm and lively atmosphere.

Fu Yan threw the clothes onto the bed and walked to the dining table to sit down. Sure enough, they were all her favorite dishes.

Huo Yuan gave her a bowl of soup. "Even on weekends, you should eat well. If you're too lazy to cook yourself, come to my place, someone will cook for you."

Fu Yan was drinking soup, speaking honestly, "It's mainly because my cooking skills are really bad. Forget it, I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, I really don't have any culinary talent."

She still remembered the two years she spent with Huo Mingzheng. She had prepared a birthday surprise for him, making a plan and recipes in advance to show off her cooking skills.

To her, cooking and stir-frying were just like mathematical permutations and combinations.

If you match the seasoning and ingredients, then you can eat the dish.

She turned the kitchen into a battlefield and placed the dishes she cooked in front of Huo Mingzheng.

She still remembered how Huo Mingzheng stared at the unfamiliar rice and frighteningly colored dish. He then glanced at the chaotic kitchen, and she clearly saw his temple vein twitching.

Lastly, his eyes looked at her with a complex expression, "Well done, don't do it again next time."

That night, Huo Mingzheng didn't eat the dinner she made, but he did eat her up and leave nothing.

At the moment she withdrew her thoughts, her teeth bit into her tongue.

She let out a hiss.

When Huo Yuan was quick-eyed and fast-handed, he clamped down on her jaw, using just the right amount of force to make her open her mouth. He took a closer look and saw that the tip of her tongue was red.of herself.That day, she happened to meet Huo Mingzheng as he returned from outside. She was just about to go to school. Huo Mingzheng casually asked her if she had time on the weekend. If she did, th...