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

Ji Lin returned to Nancheng on the evening of the next day.

Fu Yan took a long nap and woke up only when it was getting dark. At first glance, when he saw Ji Lin appearing at the gate of Mingyu Mansion, he thought he hadn't woken up yet.

"Why, don't you recognize me?" Ji Lin took off his peaked cap and fiddled with his hair with his right hand, revealing a face that was comparable to a comic book protagonist.

After seeing this face for more than ten years, Fu Yan still sighs, no wonder when Ji Lin played in the game, the number of fans on Weibo surpassed that of celebrities.

This face is indeed a bit too handsome.

But she didn't want to say these words in front of him, so she said, "Why are you back?"

"They all call me Ji Dehua, can I not come back and have a look? How are you? Do you feel anything?"

Ji Lin remembered that when she was pregnant, she had a poor appetite and poor energy. She had insomnia at night and would vomit.

Fu Yan turned around in a circle and said, "It feels comfortable to the naked eye."

Uncle Luo, who was standing aside, twitched the corner of his mouth.

The wife is relieved, but Mr. Huo is suffering.

Fu Yan introduced to Uncle Luo, "Uncle Luo, this is my friend, Ji Lin."

Ji Lin was about to say hello to Uncle Luo when he saw Uncle Luo step forward and grab his hand, "Ji Lin, I know you well. I used to watch you play a lot, and you played really well."

It's been a long time since anyone mentioned his previous game in front of Ji Lin.

At first glance, Ji Lin felt that he was still on the national fencing team.

When the trance passed, I realized how much time had passed and how much time had passed.

He sighed, "I don't fight anymore, uncle."

"I know, my hand is injured, but the fact that you are great will never be erased. You are a well-deserved champion and bring glory to the country!" Uncle Luo gave him a thumbs up.

Ji Lin was so moved that he held Uncle Luo's hand and said excitedly: "Uncle, I love to hear what you say!"

Fu Yan looked at the two people, talking to each other, complimenting each other as they entered the room, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

Uncle Luo's old green tea is also praised by some people.

After taking two steps, Ji Lin remembered Fu Yan and turned around quickly, "I thought you were feeling so uncomfortable."

To be honest, he was quite worried along the way.

"Master Ji, don't worry about your wife, we will take good care of her." Uncle Luo said to him.

Ji Lin nodded, "With a word from you, Uncle Luo, I'll feel relieved."

Fu Yan was speechless.

People who don't know think they are very familiar with each other, since this is obviously their first time meeting each other.

Uncle Luo sighed in his heart and was embarrassed to tell Ji Lin that it wasn't because they took good care of her that the wife could feel so comfortable, it was because someone was carrying the burden for her.

As soon as he entered the room, Ji Lin asked, "Uncle Luo, where is the bathroom?"

Uncle Luo was instructing the servant to make tea. When he heard this, he immediately turned around and said, "I'll take you there."

"No, I can just go by myself."

"Okay, right there." Uncle Luo pointed in a direction.

Fu Yan was sitting on the sofa and saw that Ji Lin had made a mistake and was walking towards the kitchen. He was about to laugh at him, but something flashed in his mind. He quickly got up from the sofa and chased after him quickly.

When she chased her to the kitchen door, she heard Ji Lin's burst of laughter.

There is a sign hanging at the door of the kitchen with a line of calligraphy written on it: Mrs. Huo is not allowed to enter.

Fu Yan turned around and strode out of the kitchen. Huo Minzheng happened to be back from get off work. As soon as he entered the door, he unbuttoned his suit and walked towards her, stopping her in her tracks. "Why are you unhappy? Who messed with you?"

Fu Yan stared at the instigator, but before she could say anything, Ji Lin's gloating voice came.

"Fu Xiaoyan'er, what did you do to this kitchen to make Huo Mingzheng hurt you like this?"

Huo Minzheng took a breath.

Uncle Luo had already told Ji Lin about Mingyu Mansion.

But he didn't expect that Ji Lin would see that sign.

"I'll have someone pick it right away." Huo Minzheng coaxed Fu Yan.

Fu Yan turned his head to the other side, "I've been laughed at for a long time, and now you think of taking down the brand, and you still talk about Uncle Luo's green tea!"

Ji Lin laughed so hard that he burst into tears. While wiping his tears, he smiled and asked Huo Mingzheng, "What did she do?"

Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan, who was blushing, into his arms. Fu Yan thought that he would give him face and would not expose her scandal in front of Ji Lin. At least at this juncture, he would coax her.

As a result, Huo Ming grabbed her and said three words with a smile.

"Fry the kitchen."

"Hahaha, oh, I'll go..."

However, as soon as Ji Lin laughed, he received a warning look from Huo Minzheng.

He rolled his eyes in his mind, what does this mean?

Only he is allowed to laugh, but others are not allowed to laugh?

Fu Yan clenched his fist and punched Huo Mingzheng.

But when she thought that Huo Minzheng could do anything more extreme than this, she gave up her resistance.

Because Huo Mingzheng set the image of her after blowing up the kitchen that day as the screen saver and wallpaper on her phone.

That gray face.

Fu Yan tried several times to secretly delete photos and change the screensaver while he was asleep, but Huo Mingzheng caught him every time.

The only time she waited for Huo Mingzheng to fall asleep was when he changed the password on her phone. She tried several times and finally locked the phone, but failed to delete the photos.

When it comes to damage, no one can do it more than him!

After eating, Ji Lin said he was leaving. Huo Mingzheng asked Uncle Luo to arrange a car to take Ji Lin off. He got off the plane and came directly from the airport.

"No, someone will pick me up." Ji Lin stood up.

Fu Yan smelled a hint of melon and asked Ji Lin, "Who is it?"

She knew almost all of Ji Lin's friends, including those from the previous team.

Ji Lin glanced at Fu Yan, looked away unnaturally, and whispered, "Ling Zhao, he came back with me. I just sent him a message asking him to pick me up."

Sure enough, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fu Yan's expression becoming ambiguous and vulgar in an instant. He quickly explained: "He has something to do back in Nancheng, so we just happened to come back together."

"What a coincidence?"

"Believe it or not."

"You're in a hurry."

Ji Lin's scalp was numb, "Huo Mingzheng, take care of her."

The man said slowly: "Who dares to care about her."

Uncle Luo suppressed his laughter. Mr. Huo was really, how could he have the nerve to say such cowardly words?

As night fell, Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng sent Ji Lin to the door, when an off-road vehicle drove over from the boulevard.

The car stopped and a slender man got out of the car.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, not much taller than Fu Yan. He is wearing a black loose jacket. His black hair is not an inch short, reaching the length of his ears. With his fair and tender face, he looks like a well-behaved person. Male college student.

After not seeing him for so many years, he still recognized Fu Yan instantly. It was Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao came over, threw the car keys to Ji Lin, and greeted Fu Yan and the others, "Fu Yan, Mr. Huo."

Huo Minzheng nodded slightly.

Fu Yan smiled and said, "Ling Zhao, long time no see."

"Yes, long time no see." Ling Zhao's voice was not as deep as that of ordinary men, but rather neutral.

When he was in high school, there were always boys who would laugh at him behind his back for being a sissy.

Ji Lin was afraid that Fu Yan would say something in front of Ling Zhao, so he quickly walked over and pushed Ling Zhao, "Let's go."

"What's the rush? Ling Zhao has just arrived. Come in and sit for a while." Fu Yan said.

How dare Ji Lin bring Ling Zhao into the house? He quickly shied away: "No, we still have something to do."

"You have something to do? Have you asked Ling Zhao?"

Huo Minzheng looked at Fu Yan's expression, and his eyes became gentler.

At this time, Ling Zhao smiled and said, "Sorry Fu Yan, I have something to do today. Let's get together another day."

Now that he had spoken, Fu Yan couldn't keep them anymore.

The car drove out of the Mingyu Mansion.

Ling Zhao was sitting in the passenger seat and asked without turning his head: "Why are you afraid that Fu Yan will come into contact with me?"

Ji Lin held the steering wheel, his expression unchanged, "Me? Do you have it?"

The car window was lowered, and the night wind ruffled Ling Zhao's short hair, "You are looking for trouble, and you want me to lie with you. Isn't this obvious enough?"

Ji Lin's heart skipped a beat and he turned to look at Ling Zhao's side face.

Her eyes fell unnaturally on his pale pink lips.

Ji Lin immediately looked away, "I'm really worried."