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

Close the door.

Fu Jing looked at Fu Yan's face and saw that his expression was really bad, pathologically so.

When he saw the cold medicine on the sofa, he understood immediately. He carefully placed her on the sofa, sat next to her, and touched his forehead.

Fortunately it didn't burn.

"Fu Yan." He whispered.

But Fu Yan just grunted twice and looked very uncomfortable.

Ji Lin said that she was prone to hypoglycemia and would keep glucose supplements at home. He did feel the cold sweat on her forehead. He quickly got up and went to the kitchen to look for it. Sure enough, he found it in the drawer. He took one and returned to the living room.

Fu Yan's consciousness was blurred and he couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality. He only felt that he was being held in someone's arms, and there was a cold touch on his mouth, followed by a sweetness spreading between his lips.

Watching her slowly drink the glucose, Fu Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huo Mingzheng..."

Hot tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know where her body hurt. She curled up tightly and clutched the clothes on her chest, her knuckles turning white.

At this moment, Fu Jing seemed to understand that in the world of Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng, he could not touch the edge at all.

Fu Yan never gives anyone a chance.

She loved Huo Mingzheng so much that no one could interfere.

But despite this, he couldn't bear to see Fu Yan suffering for Huo Mingzheng.

He picked her up and separated her biting lips. She bit her lower lip and it bled. He took out the paper and wiped it clean.

Fu Yan's consciousness gradually returned.

"How do you feel?" Fu Jing asked her gently.

She was indeed suffering from hypoglycemia, and her physical strength was slowly recovering after taking a glass of glucose. However, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Fu Jing quickly pulled the blanket on one side to wrap her up, "I'll cook you something to eat."

Before Fu Yan could say anything, he stood up, took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked to the kitchen.

After a while, the sound of the range hood operating came from the kitchen. It was not loud, mixed with the sound of water running and the smell of fireworks from pots and pans.

Fu Yan stood up with difficulty and walked over.

Fu Jing was frying poached eggs. The egg whites fell into the pan, splashing oil onto the back of Fu Jing's hands.

He just waved his hand and didn't care.

Fu Yan noticed that the coat he put on the sofa was still the same one from yesterday. Thinking of him appearing downstairs at her house early in the morning, he couldn't have been there all night, right?

The water in the kettle was boiling. He poured the boiling water into the pot, put a small handful of noodles into the pot, covered the pot and found Fu Yan standing at the door of the kitchen.

He walked over quickly, "Are you still dizzy?"

Fu Yan shook his head, his eyes falling on the back of his red hands.

Fu Jing took a look and didn't mention it at all. He closed the sliding door and said, "Go and lie down on the sofa for a while. I'll call you when the food is ready."

As if he was afraid of hearing something from her mouth, he immediately turned around and went to the sink to wash a few vegetables and put the vegetables on the plate. He turned around and saw that Fu Yan did not return to the sofa, but sat on the high chair on the other side of the partition. Sitting on the bench, looking at something in trance.

After a few minutes, Fu Jing placed a bowl of noodles in front of Fu Yan.

For some reason, she suddenly thought that she had suffered from hypoglycemia some time ago. After being fed glucose by Huo Mingzheng, Huo Mingzheng also brought a bowl of noodles.

It's just that it was the noodles cooked by Cao Fang.

Fu Jing sat opposite her and handed her the chopsticks, "Just eat something. Only after eating can you gain strength."

Fu Yan nodded. Fu Jingzuo's face looked delicious, but she had no appetite. After a few bites, she didn't want to eat anymore.

"Eat more." Fu Jing coaxed.

Fu Yan clenched his chopsticks, lowered his head and took another small bite. He said without looking up, "Thank you, Fu Jing."

"You don't have to be so polite with me."

"Yes." Fu Yan raised his eyes and looked at him, "You are my brother-in-law. No matter how close we are in this relationship, I know the appropriateness."

The look in Fu Jing's eyes wavered.

"I know you are regretful and unwilling, but things have become like this. Can you leave Huo Jingshu behind? No, your sense of responsibility means that you will not leave her alone. Instead of doing this, you should accept her and live a good life."

Fu Jing looked away and looked towards the place where Fu Yan was distracted just now. It was a lighter.

It's a high-end luxury brand, a global limited edition.

Ji Lin doesn't smoke, and no other men come to her home.

He had only seen this lighter on one person.

He couldn't tell what emotion was causing trouble in his chest, so he said, "Li Qin is back."

Fu Yan's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and his face, which had regained some color, turned an inch pale again.

She was not surprised, but she still felt out of breath after this incident was confirmed by a third party.

Knowing that she couldn't bear it, Fu Jing still gave him strong medicine. He could stop pestering her, but she had to stay away from that man. "Huo Mingzheng was with her last night."

That's Li Qin.

She was the woman who broke up and was about to go abroad, but Huo Mingzheng, the always calm and self-possessed prince of the Huo family, personally chased the woman to the airport and intercepted her.

His love was known to everyone in the city, so how could he not cherish it when it was lost and found again?

Fu Yan bit his broken lower lip. Fu Jing saw this and wanted to help her separate, but Fu Yan avoided his hand, lowered his head and said, "Thank you for telling me this."

She smiled in relief, "I don't need you to remind me, I know what to do."

Fu Jing's heart felt like a hole was being burned. Looking at the broken smile on her face, he felt a lump of air in his chest. He stood up, picked up his coat and left.

Half an hour after Fu Jing left, Fu Yan received a call from his old house. It was not a landline from Bieyuan, but from the front office. Only the housekeeper would use this phone.

She was afraid that something had happened to Song Qingshuang, so she quickly picked up the call.

"Miss Fu." The housekeeper said respectfully and politely, "The old man wants you to go back to my old house."

"What's the matter?" Fu Yan subconsciously clenched his phone.

The housekeeper's attitude towards her was lukewarm, "The old man didn't say anything, he only asked you to come back once."

Fu Yan felt worried and dialed Song Qingshuang's number after hanging up the phone, "Mom, where are you?"

"I'm at my old house. I just had dinner. What's wrong?"

Her tone was relaxed and natural, and she wasn't lying. The matter was definitely not her fault.

Fu Yan felt relieved and said, "It's okay. Grandpa called me and asked me to go back. I'll go find you when it's all over."

After cleaning up briefly, she took two cold medicines and went downstairs to hail a taxi back to her old home.

As soon as I entered the front hall, I noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.

The old man was sitting on the imperial chair drinking tea. Standing next to him were the fourth aunt Du Xinrui, who had a bad look on her face and was suppressing her anger, Huo Jingshu with red eyes, and the fourth uncle who was coaxing her.

Fu Yan stepped through the door and greeted them one by one: "Grandpa, fourth uncle, fourth aunt."

"I can't afford it!" Du Xinrui sneered on her lips.

"Xiao Fu, where are you coming from?" Mr. Huo asked her.

"A rented house."

"do you live alone?"

Fu Yan felt confused, but he answered honestly: "Yes."

Mrs. Huo put the teacup down on the table, looked majestic, and asked her in a deep voice: "Then what's going on between you and Fu Jing!"