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

It was extremely cold on the mountainside at one o'clock in the morning, and the cold wind blew in waves.

Fu Yan was wrapped in Huo Mingzheng's coat, and his big hands clasped her shoulders like a little chicken, half pushing and half pulling her into the living room of the manor.

After being cut off from the cold air, Fu Yan shuddered and sneezed. She sniffed. Qin Heng had already taken the potion and cotton swab from the servant.

"Sit down and I'll give you some medicine."

Fu Yan had no objection to Qin Heng and would not anger him because he was Huo Minzheng's good brother. He sat obediently on the sofa and took the initiative to lift the long hair from his neck.

Qin Heng immediately frowned.

He was a doctor. Although he majored in internal medicine at the time, he initially listened to Huo Mingzheng's suggestion and basically saw all the mainstream departments except gynecology. Only later did he realize that he had been deceived by Huo Mingzheng.

Huo Mingzheng just wanted an all-around family doctor. The scary thing was that when Huo Mingzheng deceived him, he didn't notice it at all.

What else can you do? Can a brother who has known you for twenty years just say no to him?

In addition to internal medicine, he is best at cardiac surgery. He has held a scalpel countless times and knows what kind of wounds can be made by sharp objects.

The injury on Fu Yan's neck was obviously caused by a sharp blade.

She was not kidnapped, but the car rear-ended her. It was impossible to cause such injuries.

Such a short and sharp scratch should be caused by a fruit knife.

"Does it hurt?" Qin Heng carefully used iodophor to wipe off the blood scab on the edge of the scratch.

Fu Yan was about to shake his head, but said instead: "It doesn't hurt."

Huo Mingzheng walked to the window, opened half of the window, lit a cigarette, and looked at Fu Yan's profile through the reflection of the glass.

Her mouth said it didn't hurt, and her fingers tightly clenched the corners of her clothes.

In fact, she is most afraid of pain and is very delicate. He can't use too much force on the bed. Sometimes she can't restrain herself, so she screams in pain with tearful eyes. Who knows that this is more likely to arouse men's animal desires.

He was not a person who indulged in sexual indulgence, but she always made him angry.

Although he was so afraid of pain, he picked up the fruit knife and drew it on his neck without hesitation.

Huo Minzheng dusted off the cigarette ashes and opened the window wider. The cold wind blew across his face, and his face became colder and colder.

"Are you scared tonight?" Qin Heng glanced at the man standing by the window smoking and asked Fu Yan.

"My mind was completely blank at the time, and I had no time to be afraid." Fu Yan answered honestly.

Qin Heng gave her a gentle smile, "It's normal. In that situation, people don't have time to have other emotions. You are already very calm. I asked someone to warm up a glass of milk for you, which will help you sleep."

The servant led Fu Yan upstairs and took a step towards the stairs. She paused for a moment, glanced at the window, then immediately looked away and continued going upstairs.

"Miss Fu, please."

Fu Yan stood at the door of the master bedroom on the second floor. She shook her head, "Is there a mistake?"

This is Huo Mingzheng's room.

She had been here several times before. Although she stayed here overnight, she and Huo Mingzheng still maintained a physical relationship at that time. She slept in the master bedroom until she was tired and paralyzed.

It is completely different from the current situation.

The servant was polite and said, "It's Mr. Huo's wish."

Fu Yan had realized before that the servants here called Huo Mingzheng Mr. Huo instead of Second Young Master, which meant that there were no people from Huo Mansion here, but Huo Mingzheng's own people.

"What about him?"

"Mr. Huo sleeps in the guest room. We have been asked to tidy it up." After the servant answered, he pushed open the door of the master bedroom to both sides.

Fu Yan felt a little more at ease and entered the master bedroom. She didn't look around, her eyes fell on the big bed in the middle.

The colors Huo Minzheng uses in his life are very monotonous, black, white, gray, navy blue, and dark brown. Whether it is Huo Mansion or here, the bedding is only navy blue.

She did not lie down directly, but sat on the sofa. The servant brought hot milk. She drank half a cup. Qin Heng told her not to drink more, for fear that she would feel like vomiting.

It was too late, her eyelids were so sleepy that she wished she could fall asleep directly after drinking the milk.

She stood up on the sofa and walked slowly to the door. After making sure it was locked, she returned to the sofa and lay down. She found the blanket from the cabinet. It had a faint scent of agarwood and was good for sleeping. After a while she fell asleep.

First floor living room.

Huo Mingzheng finished smoking two cigarettes, walked to the sofa and sat where Fu Yan had been sitting just now.

Qin Heng poured him a glass of water, "Is there smoke in your throat from smoking?"

Ignoring his teasing, Huo Minzheng picked up the water glass and took a sip, "Does it work?"

"Do you think adding some sleeping pills will help? When the servant came down, she said she was already drowsy. She must have fallen asleep now."

Huo Minzheng frowned, and Qin Heng quickly explained: "The dosage is within a safe range to ensure she has a good sleep."

The man put down his water glass.

"Is it my turn to ask you now?" Qin Heng looked at him face to face.

"Ah."

"What's going on with Fu Yan's neck injury?" He got straight to the point, and there were not so many twists and turns between him and Huo Minzheng.

"She cut it with a fruit knife."

Qin Heng said in his heart and sure enough, his face was solemn, "Is it because Li Qin is back and she wants to draw a clear line with you, and you force her?"

Qin Heng did not say that he fully understood Huo Mingzheng, but at least he understood it better than most people. Huo Mingzheng was kidnapped when he was young and witnessed horrific scenes. He has serious psychological problems, especially when dealing with emotional issues, he has to go to extremes to guess.

Huo Minzheng was silent.

"I can tell that she probably likes you. If you also like her, use a gentle method and don't scare her."

Huo Mingzheng stared at the water glass and played with the lighter in his hand. His thumb brushed against the lighter, and the flames jumped up. The cold wind blew in through the unclosed window, and the flames swayed, and his face flickered.

"She likes it when she says she likes it. Is it precious?"

Qin Heng couldn't help but wonder: "What do you mean?"

Huo Minzheng flicked on the flame and extinguished it, going back and forth, which made Qin Heng feel terrified.

He wanted to reach out and grab the lighter, but Huo Minzheng's hand dodged and he threw it away, and he heard his mocking tone.

"A few years ago she said she liked Huo Yuan, yesterday she liked Huo Yuan, and today she likes me. It's too cheap to like someone so casually."

"She also liked Huo Yuanshi? When did it happen?"

In fact, it was not an accident. After all, before Huo Yuanshi's legs were disabled, he was more popular than Huo Mingzheng and Fu Hanlin. He was truly a man of glory, with a noble status, what a glory.

He just felt that with a character like Fu Yan's, he shouldn't be someone who would change his mind based on different ideas.

But he knew Huo Minzheng very well. He would not lie and there was no need.

Huo Minzheng's face was gloomy, he threw the lighter on the coffee table, then stood up, and when he turned around, he said coldly: "I don't remember."

Qin Heng looked at his back with complicated eyes. Huo Minzheng either didn't remember or didn't want to say it.