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

The evening wind of late autumn was biting on the face, and a few fallen leaves rolled up and scratched against the edges of Huo Mingzheng's shoes.

Fu Yan was held tightly in his arms, his coat was open, and his chest was warm and broad, so that she couldn't get the slightest bit of wind.

He turned around and returned to the car with the person in his arms, and said slowly: "Tell the client to make an appointment next time."

Cao Fang was surprised. This was a cooperation that had been discussed overseas for a long time. It was a stepping stone for Huo's company to enter the European market. Mr. Huo was bound to win. Tonight's wine party was especially important.

If you suddenly let go of the other party, I'm afraid future cooperation will not go smoothly.

Huo Minzheng said exactly what he said, he just had to obey the order, "Yes."

Fu Yan slept very deeply. She barely slept a wink last night. She woke up at around nine in the morning and spent the entire day at the company. A few glasses of wine were surprisingly effective in helping her sleep. She only cried when she first got in the car. A little while.

Now it has stopped, and it is pressed against Huo Mingzheng's chest obediently.

Huo Mingzheng glanced at the tears on his clothes, frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper, paused with his hand, and gently wiped away the tears on Fu Yan's face, and then wiped his clothes.

Cao Yuan drove Fu Yan's car, and Cao Fang had the foresight to raise the car's partition.

At a red light ahead, he slowly slowed down.

Fu Yan suddenly shuddered in his sleep and woke up. What Huo Minzheng said in the morning rang in his mind - I will get engaged next week, Fu Yan.

Her heart suddenly shrank, and the convulsive pain seemed to break all her bones. She was in a daze and didn't know where she was, she just felt too painful.

A cry was suppressed in his throat.

"What are you crying for?"

A cold voice filled my ears.

Fu Yan was struck by lightning and was so frightened that he almost woke up from alcohol.

She was so frightened that she climbed up from Huo Minzheng's arms, raised her eyes blankly, and looked at the man close at hand.

Huo Minzheng's expression was as indifferent as ever.

"You...I..." She was tongue-tied, her voice was hoarse, and she sounded like she was crying in a dream. Her whole body looked soft, fragile, and trembling.

The light turned green and Cao Fang started the car.

Her body tilted, and Huo Minzheng put his arms around her waist to steady her falling body, and scolded her in a low voice: "Just do it."

Fu Yan reacted for a while and then realized that she was in Huo Mingzheng's car. She remembered that she was sitting in her car outside the Drunken Room before.

It seems that Huo Mingzheng discovered him and took him to his car.

Her whole body was limp, drunk and weak, and she relied entirely on Huo Minzheng's hands for support.

"Let me ask you, why were you crying just now?" Huo Minzheng hugged her tightly, pressed her into his arms, and looked at her condescendingly.

Fu Yan's nose felt sore and she avoided his sight, saying, "I have a nightmare." "

I dreamed that he was engaged, but I didn't see clearly who the person he was engaged to was. He looked like Shen Wei, but not like him.

Not her anyway.

Huo Minzheng's fingers brushed the corners of her eyes, which were moist and cold, "How old do you think you can cry after having nightmares?"

"I'm naturally timid." Fu Yan turned his face sideways and avoided his fingers.

Huo Minzheng twirled his fingertips and laughed suddenly, with a cold tone, "You are so timid that you dare to come here to get drunk and sit in an unlocked car. You really think that the people who come out of the drunken world are good people, right?"

She was stabbed in the heart, but her expression remained unchanged, "Thank you, second brother, for catching me."

"You should thank me, otherwise you won't know where you will wake up tomorrow." Huo Minzheng let go of her.

Fu Yan sat back. Huo Minzheng's words reminded her of what happened during the day. When she woke up, he deleted the photos.

Looking at the person he has loved for so many years, he never asks for anything, but he doesn't even give her justice.

She took over the bag that had fallen next to Huo Mingzheng. The zipper of the bag was not zipped properly, and something fell out of it, which happened to fall on Huo Mingzheng's thigh.

Huo Minzheng held a cigarette in his left hand and picked up the box on his lap with his right hand.

It's a pill box with a certain brand of birth control pills written on it.

The two-pack that peeked out from the gap in the lid was empty.

Fu Yan took the empty pill box from his hand. She had no time to throw it away. She was afraid of being found out and throwing it in the company trash can, so she had to take it home and throw it away.

Stuffing the pill box back into her bag, she met Huo Minzheng's dark eyes and explained, "It's for lunch today, don't worry."

Huo Mingzheng's chest felt restless. He took out the lighter from the secret compartment and lit the cigarette. As the smoke spread, Fu Yan recalled the scene where Huo Mingzheng put the cigarette into her mouth last night.

She instinctively reacted to the same smell, as if the smell was still in her throat and lungs.

She turned around and pressed the car window. The cold wind hitting her face made her shiver. The next second, a warm hand covered the back of her hand. With a slight pressure, the car window rose again, and the car was as warm as spring.

Huo Minzheng puffed out his cigarette, and the light in his eyes went out, becoming endlessly dark.

His voice came from behind her, very close, his breath was warm, and his voice was hoarse: "I didn't let you eat."

A small pimple appeared on Fu Yan's back, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "You don't need to remind me, so as not to give me the illusion that I was favored by you."

Only in ancient palaces, concubines would be reminded to drink Bizi Soup. She was reminded again and again, and she always felt that she was particularly cheap.

Huo Minzheng's face darkened and he was about to slap her face, but then the phone rang. It was the old man calling.

Fu Yan looked away and heard Huo Minzheng respond in a low voice: "Okay, I'll be back soon."

"Cao Fang, stop at the intersection ahead." Huo Minzheng lowered the car's fender.

Cao Fang drove the car onto the auxiliary road and stopped beside a tree that had lost all its leaves. Cao Yuan followed closely behind in Fu Yan's car and stopped.

Cao Yuan got out of the car, Huo Minzheng lowered the window, "Send her to the door of the house."

"Yes, Mr. Huo." Cao Yuan returned to Fu Yan's car and opened the back seat door.

Fu Yan got out of the car, with orange street lights behind her, a long silent street, and the cold wind blowing around her hair.

She sniffed her red nose, turned around and said to Huo Minzheng: "My second brother is getting engaged next week. I'm afraid I won't be able to attend. On the anniversary of my father's death, I have to go back to Guangcheng."

Fu Yan goes back to pay homage to his father every year, but this year he just happened to catch up with Huo Mingzheng's engagement.

She ran away, but no one could catch her.

She could keep her face in front of others, but she couldn't watch him get engaged to someone else. She was afraid that she couldn't help it and did something impulsive, but her reason told her that she couldn't.

Huo Mingzheng was sitting in the dimly lit carriage, his eyes were like the stars in the dark night, flickering on and off, like the wild wind passing by, setting off a blazing flame and burning into Fu Yan's heart.

The flames suddenly died out in the next second, turning into ashes and lifeless.

He said calmly: "Whatever you want."

Fu Yan heard something breaking in his body. He endured the pain and said with a smile, "Then I wish my second brother a happy wedding in advance."

Sitting in the car, she looked at the gallery of deleted photos on her phone, thoughtfully.