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

The door of the flower hall opened, Huo Minzheng walked out calmly, Cao Fang followed behind.

It was already early in the morning, and everyone else had gone back to rest, leaving the gardener to be interrogated until now.

It was even more exposed outside, and it was probably going to snow in the next few days. Cao Fang quickly put his coat on his body and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Huo, do you want to continue the trial?"

Huo Minzheng lightly touched his right shoulder with his left hand and hummed, his voice extremely cold, "Although Huo Jingshu is a bit unruly and willful, she has never been too harsh on them. He has no reason to push her for no reason."

"But after asking for so long, I still can't pry his mouth open. What if the old man says that we were beaten into submission..."

Cao Fang's concerns are not groundless.

Although the old man and his fourth wife didn't have any objections to Huo Minzheng's attitude towards Fu Yan, after all, they had made people kneel in the ancestral hall for eight hours, and they had dealt with it in full accordance with family rules, and no one dared to say a word.

There is a difference between closeness and distance. Huo Jingshu is his cousin after all. Compared with a "cousin" like Fu Yan who was killed halfway, she is naturally the closest.

In their opinion, Huo Minzheng should vent his anger for Huo Jingshu.

They insisted that it was Fu Yan who pushed Huo Jingshu. This was the so-called truth. No one would continue to investigate further, but Huo Minzheng wanted to get to the bottom of it.

He said he was partial to Fu Yan, and he made her kneel down in the ancestral hall, without any trace of favoring her.

Huo Minzheng crossed the threshold and took the hot towel from the servant to wipe his hands first. "It's not like they don't know my temper. Even if it's not Fu Yan today, I have to interrogate him clearly. Anyone who dares to make a fuss under my nose , I think he has some ability."

Cao Fang was shocked.

I don’t know if this ‘him’ is the gardener or someone else.

Huo Minzheng stepped up the steps, and Cao Fang stepped forward and opened the door of the master bedroom.

After he succeeded as the head of the family, his room was moved to the second floor of the main building. It was transparent from north to south. There was a secret door connecting the study room, which was convenient for working. Not many people in the Huo family knew about this door.

However, he does not live here for more than thirty days in a year. Except for the fifteenth day of every month in the lunar calendar, he must come back to live here. After deducting holidays, there are only a few days left during the Spring Festival.

Huo Mingzheng has mysophobia. Although it is not serious, there is no dust, so the servants clean the place every day to keep it spotless so that he can stay there at any time when he comes back.

Huo Minzheng burned a cigarette by the window. Cao Fanggang wanted to remind him that he smoked too many cigarettes today, but he stopped talking.

"The old man woke up around [-]:[-]. I'll interrogate him clearly before then. Keep an eye on him and don't make any mistakes."

Cao Fang nodded, "Yes."

He thought for a while and asked puzzledly: "Do you suspect that someone instigated him to do this?"

Smoke overflowed from the corners of Huo Mingzheng's mouth. He dusted off the ashes, and scattered sparks fell into the shadows.

He said coldly: "As far as ordinary people are concerned, his psychological quality is very good. Unless he has received professional training, someone has done homework for him in advance. He has rehearsed it in his mind countless times. If I hadn't pressed him repeatedly, he would have broken it. His psychological defense coupled with the girl’s testimony means that he will not admit it.”

Cao Fang nodded.

He has already investigated and found out that he is indeed a very ordinary gardener with no background and a very simple life. He has been working in Huo Mansion for almost six years and has been working diligently without any mistakes.

"But there's one thing I don't understand," Cao Fang continued, "If someone really instigated him to do this, how did he know that Miss Fifth was pregnant?"

Unless there is the ability to predict the future, this assumption cannot be established at all.

Huo Minzheng's eyes revealed a subtle sparkle, "You don't necessarily need to know that Jingshu is pregnant, but you just need to seize the opportunity to create conflicts. Fu Yan and his daughter have long been a thorn in the Huo family's side. Maybe they will take the opportunity to make Fu Yan and the Huo family As for the real purpose of the commotion, ask Cao Yuan to interrogate it."

"And the Du family in Yanjing City, send someone to give a warning."

"Yes."

Cao Fang looked at the man's side face. The fine green stubble on his chin had sprouted, and finally reminded him: "You have been busy all morning with ancestor worship, and you have been so troubled and troubled by these things. Dr. Qin repeatedly I told you to go to bed early."

Huo Minzheng hummed thoughtfully.

Cao Fang didn't say anything else and hurriedly exited. Under the street lamp, Cao Yuan picked up a person from the flower hall. It was the gardener who was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to say a word.

Cao Fang might consider him suffering from cancer and treat him more gently, but Cao Yuan would not. He would carry the person like a chicken, probably to a remote corner.

Cao Yuan always has a way to pry open the opponent's mouth. The method may be a little cruel, but it works.

He pretended he didn't see it, let out a puff of white air, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "We, Mr. Huo, have a few words to tell you, Mr. Du."

……

After going to Mr. Fu's ward, when Mr. Fu unexpectedly asked Fu Yan why he was here, Fu Yan reacted immediately.

It turned out that Mr. Fu didn't even know she was in the hospital, and that rhetoric was just Fu Hanlin's way of dealing with the Huo family.

She looked back at Fu Hanlin, who said as usual: "She knows you are sick and came to see you."

"Girl Fu, come and sit down quickly." Mr. Fu called Fu Yan over, all his love for her showing on his face.

Fu Yan's legs hurt so much that he couldn't see anything strange even from a distance. At close range, the old man would definitely find some clues. Fu Yan didn't want to worry him at this time.

Mr. Fu suddenly said: "You'd better just sit there. I'm sick. If you stay too close to me, I won't infect you."

"Grandpa Fu, I'm not afraid." Fu Yan thought that his hesitation had caused the old man to misunderstand, and he quickly wanted to explain.

"Don't be stubborn with grandpa. I have a cold. You are a delicate and delicate girl and can be easily infected. Hanlin is in good health and can resist it."

Fu Yan realized that he really didn't misunderstand, and sat obediently on the sofa nearby.

The two of them chatted one by one. Mr. Fu's wife was from Guangcheng, so he learned Cantonese specially for this purpose. After his wife passed away, he never had the chance to speak Cantonese again.

Fu Hanlin couldn't get a word in at all.

He glanced at the joy between his grandfather's brows, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

While chatting, Mr. Fu suddenly patted Fu Hanlin's arm and said, "Jianhui, hurry up and give Xiaofen an apple to eat. Why are you so stupid in a relationship? You don't know how to be considerate at all."

The look in Fu Hanlin's eyes condensed slightly.

He retracted his emotions without leaving a trace, with the same expression on his face as he said patiently: "I just went out to eat with her, and she can't eat the apple now."

Fu Yan vaguely realized what it was, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making her at a loss.

No wonder Fu Jing said before that what his grandfather said would probably be forgotten in two days, and he told her not to take it to heart. That was what he meant.

Jianhui and Xiaofen are probably Fu Hanlin's parents.

But she quickly reacted and cooperated with Fu Hanlin and said, "Yes, I'm not hungry now."

A glimmer of light flashed in Fu Hanlin's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat for a second.

He raised his eyes to look at Fu Yan and clenched his fingers without revealing anything.