e goes out and never drives herself. The Huo family has assigned her a driver, but the driver was sick yesterday and took leave. She drove herself yesterday, otherwise she would have been discovered l...The car door closed, Huo Mingzheng leaned back against the headrest with his eyes closed. His long, fair fingers rested casually on the armrest. As the car drove out, light streamed into the interior, skimming across his cold, hard Adam's apple.

Caofang sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to whisper, "Mr. Huo, Miss Fu left the hospital by car with Fu Hanlin's car, and Fu Hanlin sent her home."

Fu Hanlin.

Huo Mingzheng slowly opened his eyes.

An hour later, the car entered the neighborhood. There was only one light far away, and the green belt was dense, dimly lit.

The apartment building was constructed fifteen years ago. The access control system was quite basic, something Cao Fang had experience with and easily bypassed. With a loud clang, the iron gate swung open.

Ho Mingzheng gave him a meaningful look. Cao Fang hurriedly explained, "I haven't used it anywhere else."

The elevator stopped at Fu Yan's floor. The hallway light problem, which she had reported countless times before, was still an issue. That night, Fu Yan was scared. Cao Fang personally found the property manager, and within an hour, the lights were replaced.

Voice control is sensitive, and the light is bright.

Knock knock.

There is no movement inside.

But obviously there was light coming from under the door, indicating that someone should be inside.

Ho Mingzheng frowned and reached out to Cao Fang. Cao Fang immediately pulled a key from his briefcase and handed it to him.

The key inserted into the keyhole, and the door opened.

Cao Yuan twitched his right eyelid and glanced at his older brother without making a sound. Then, he stood alone with Cao Fang on one side guarding the door.

The living room and kitchen were lit, with an open partition between the kitchen and living room. At this moment, Fu Yan was lying there, a wrapped cake, a glass of water, and an opened medicine box beside her.

Fu Yan slept.

When making a cake for Fu Hanlin, she made some extra cupcakes. She could share them with her colleagues at the company tomorrow.

Xia Xia loves the cupcakes she makes. She can eat several in one go, and after eating them, she complains that her delicious cupcakes are ruining her weight loss plan.

But she completely underestimated this cold. She felt much better in the afternoon, but after making the cake, her body felt drained as if emptied. She grabbed some food and took medicine, then rested on a chair for a while thinking about going back to bed for a nap.

I didn't expect to fall asleep after just a little rest.

Her right arm was stretched across the partition, her small face pressed against her elbow. Her features were exquisitely beautiful; no matter how much she tried to hide them, they wouldn't distort. Lowering her guard actually brought out a certain sweetness and a softness that wasn't visible during the day.

The man stretched out his hand and covered her forehead.

It's not burning anymore.

In her sleep, Fu Yan felt a chill on her forehead. It was very uncomfortable. She moved slightly, burying her face deeper into the covers. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times before she fell silent again.

Ho Mingzheng's hand, following her movements, slid to her face. His index finger gently hooked and lightly tapped her nose.

He remembered the cat they used to have at the old house, raised by his uncle's daughter. It had white fur and blue eyes like glass beads. Its nose was soft too, and it would squint its eyes when you touched it. Such a rare well-behaved creature.

... is not like her.

His temper is as stubborn as ten oxen pulling in different directions.

Five minutes later, the door to Fu Yanjia's house shut.

And Yu-fú also opened her eyes in bed at the same time.

She turned over, looking at the door with a complex expression.

The moment Huo Mingzheng touched her forehead, she woke up. She was startled and recognized Huo Mingzheng from the reflection in the glass opposite her. She immediately pretended to be asleep, wanting to see what Huo Mingzheng was going to do.ur 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 w...