Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Fu Yan was led to Mrs. Huo's study by the housekeeper.

"Old Master, Miss Fu is here." The housekeeper stood at the door, respectfully.

It's almost nine o'clock, and the old man is awake and practicing calligraphy in the study.

"Yes." He took the brush and wrote on the rice paper and said without looking back, "Come in."

This was the first time Fu Yan visited the old man's study. The first thing he noticed was the rows of bookshelves towering to the ceiling. The number was shocking. Fu Yan's first reaction was that it looked like a library.

I heard that the old lady's first wife, who died in his early years, was from a scholarly family and had a collection of all kinds of books.

The thick black bookshelf cast a heavy shadow, as if there was an invisible pressure holding her.

She looked away. The old man said nothing, and she was not in a hurry to ask, acting obedient and sensible.

He just said hello, "Grandpa."

Mr. Huo took off his reading glasses, glanced at her, and put the brush back on the pen holder. "Come here and see how your handwriting is?"

Fu Yan walked over and stood beside Mr. Fu.

His handwriting is quite good.

A word of gold is worth a thousand dollars, and there are many people rushing to get it.

In addition to pleasing him, his calligraphy is very elegant. If you buy it for collection, it can be used as a pretense.

On the white rice paper, the handwriting is vigorous, dancing dragons and phoenixes are majestic——

Appreciating a wise, knowing those out.

Fu Yan lowered his eyes.

"How is it?" Mrs. Huo asked her again.

Fu Yan nodded, smiled and said, "Grandpa's handwriting is good, and his meaning is also good."

A flash of surprise flashed in Mr. Huo's eyes.

He didn't pay much attention to Fu Yan in the past. She was not his biological granddaughter. She was eight years old when she came to the Huo family. He had no feelings for her and knew very little about her.

Unexpectedly, she was thoughtful enough to understand his reminder.

"It's good that you understand. The Huo family has a century-old reputation. It shouldn't happen like this." Mr. Huo reminded her again, his tone was better than before.

Fu Yan knew that he was referring to receiving Chen Rang's things, but she did not deny that she had received gifts and did not reveal her mother.

The old man didn't like their mother and daughter, especially Song Qingshuang. If he knew that Song Qingshuang had collected the bag, it would definitely be more than just a reminder.

She might even be kicked out of the Huo family for being such a big loser.

That would kill Song Qingshuang.

"What do you think of A Zheng's approach?" The old man picked up the brush again, as if it was just a casual sentence.

But it made Fu Yan's heart beat faster and his nerves became tense. He said as calmly as possible: "Second brother has maintained the reputation of the Huo family and helped me get out of trouble. I am very grateful."

The old man smiled and handed her the brush, "I think I've seen you write calligraphy before. I haven't practiced it for a long time. Give it a try."

The pen holder was thrust directly into her hand, and she couldn't refuse even if she wanted to.

It's true that Fu Yan hasn't written for a long time, but the hard work he put in before was not in vain. Although his handwriting is much different from that of the old man, he can still write it well.

When she writes, every stroke does not look fake.

"Your handwriting..." Mr. Huo hesitated for a moment, tapped his finger on the side of Fu Yan's handwriting, and said firmly: "It's very similar to A Zheng's."

He turned his head and looked at Fu Yan.

Those pair of eyes that have been battle-hardened and wise for a long time seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

Fu Yan froze for a moment when he looked at him, secretly thinking that was bad.

She has been copying Huo Mingzheng's pen since junior high school. She hasn't written for so many years, but the memory engraved in her bones is like a written code. As long as she touches it, the program will run naturally.

The old man tapped his finger lightly, and Fu Yan broke into a cold sweat.

At this time there was a knock on the study door.

Huo Minzheng opened the door and came in. His eyes casually glanced at Fu Yan, and then landed on the old man. "Grandpa, it turns out you are in the study."

Mr. Huo took off his glasses and asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Why aren't you resting at this late hour?" Huo Minzheng unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and stepped over.

Fu Yan's clenched fingers quietly relaxed, but his heartbeat accelerated again.

"Second brother." She whispered.

Mr. Huo took his glasses and pointed at her, "I happened to see Xiao Fu and chatted for a few words. As for you, I thought you weren't staying at the old house tonight."

"My eldest brother's phone has been unreachable. I have something to call him."

Huo Minzheng walked to the desk and casually scanned the words on the rice paper.

"Ah Shi's operation was not successful. He is in a bad mood and will probably not come back." Mr. Huo frowned and his mood became heavy.

Fu Yan looked at the old man suddenly, how could this happen?

Huo Yuanshi is the grandson of the Huo family. He has been a role model for his peers since he was a child, and he was raised as the heir by the Huo family.

Unfortunately, there was a car accident when he was eighteen years old. In order to protect the old man, his lower body was paralyzed and he could only rely on a wheelchair.

From being so prosperous to falling into despair, Huo Yuanshi had long lost his former pride.

It was only two years ago that I made up my mind to go abroad to take care of my health and undergo surgery.

Fu Yan had a good relationship with him, and he doted on her like his own sister.

Fu Yan felt sad when he heard that his operation failed. No wonder he sent him a message but got no reply.

Huo Minzheng frowned slightly, "Brother, are you okay now?"

"It's inevitable to be in a bad mood temporarily. Don't look for him at this juncture." The old man sat down holding on to the armrest of the chair.

Fu Yan saw Huo Minzheng's left hand resting on the table out of the corner of his eye.

His fingers were beautiful, slender and white, with distinct finger bones. These hands were particularly gentle when measuring her body, but they no longer belonged to her.

She remembered that Shen Wei wore a diamond ring on the middle finger of his right hand, an engagement ring.

Forcing herself to look away, she said to the old man: "Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

The old man waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Putting down his glasses, he glanced at Fu Yan, who was worried, and said to Huo Mingzheng: "Since you are here, I don't need to call you specifically to tell you that Xiao Wei is trying on the engagement dress the day after tomorrow. You can take time to accompany her."

Fu Yan's pace slowed down a little, and then he continued walking out.

When closing the door, I heard Huo Mingzheng say something good.

"pat"

The door closed gently.

Fu Yan stepped on her shadow at the door and didn't leave until the housekeeper came up from the stairs.

The car from the 4S store hadn't arrived yet, so she didn't have a car to drive for the time being.

Ji Lin was on vacation today, and she was about to call him to pick him up at her old house, but she saw Cao Fang at the corner of the door.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo asked you to get in the car and wait for him."

Huo Mingzheng's car was parked under the shade of the tree. Fu Yan couldn't name the tree in front of the old house. Even in autumn, it had lush branches and leaves. Over time, it became Huo Mingzheng's exclusive parking space.

Fu Yan said without even thinking, "No, someone is here to pick me up."

"You mean Young Master Ji?"

Before Fu Yan could speak, he smiled and said, "Second Young Master Ji was given extra training at short notice, so he may not have time."

Fu Yan choked and responded quickly: "I called Didi."

Cao Fang seemed to see through her, "Miss Fu knows Mr. Huo's temper. It's useless no matter how many excuses you make."

Fu Yan didn't want to pay attention to him and was about to leave. Of course, Cao Fang didn't dare to make a move to her. Just when she took two steps, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The touch is familiar.

She turned back suddenly and looked into Huo Minzheng's cold eyes.