Chapter 75

had come to the fencing club, Qin Heng's place was very close to there, just a five-minute drive away."What's wrong with your hand" He was a doctor, professionally sensitive.He put on his fencing unif...The car door closed, Huo Mingzheng leaned back against the headrest with his eyes closed. His long, white fingers rested casually on the armrest. As the car drove out, the light streamed into the interior, skimming across the sharp outline of his Adam's apple.

Caofang sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to whisper, "Mr. Huo, Miss Fu left the hospital in Mr. Fu Hanlin's car. It was Mr. Fu Hanlin who sent her home."

Fu Hanlin.

Ho Mingzheng slowly opened his eyes.

An hour later, the car drove into the neighborhood. There was only one lamp shining far away. The greenbelt was dense and dimly lit.

The apartment building was constructed fifteen years ago. The security system was quite rudimentary, and Cao Fang, having dabbled in this area, bypassed it with ease. With a clang, the iron gate swung open.

Huo Mingzheng gave him a meaningful look. Cao Fang hurriedly explained, "I haven't used it anywhere else."

The elevator stopped on Fu Yan's floor. The hallway light issue, which she had reported countless times before, was still unresolved. That night, Fu Yan was frightened. Cao Fang personally went to find the property manager, and within an hour, the lightbulb was replaced.

Voice control is sensitive, and the light is bright.

Knock knock.

There is no movement inside.

But there was light shining from under the door, which indicated that someone must be inside.

Huo Mingzheng frowned and reached out to Cao Fang, who immediately took a key from his briefcase and handed it to him.

Insert the key into the keyhole, and the door will open.

Cao Yuan's right eyelid twitched once. He glanced at his older brother without making a sound, then stood with Cao Fang on one side guarding the door.

The living room and kitchen were lit, with a partition separating the open-plan kitchen and living area. Fu Yan was currently sprawled there, a wrapped cake by her side, along with a glass of water and an opened medicine box.

Fu Yan slept.

When she was making a cake for Fu Hánlín, she decided to make some extra cupcakes. She could share them with her colleagues at the company tomorrow.

Xia Xia loves the paper cup cakes she makes. She can eat several at once, and after eating them, she complains that her delicious cakes ruin her weight loss plan.

But she completely underestimated this cold. In the afternoon, she felt much better, but after finishing the cake, her body felt drained. She quickly ate something and took medicine, then rested in a chair for a while thinking about going back to bed.

I didn't expect to fall asleep after just a short rest.

Her right arm was stretched across the partition, her small face nestled in the crook of her elbow. Her features were exquisitely beautiful; no matter how she pressed them, they wouldn't distort. When she let down her guard, it only highlighted a touch of cuteness and a softness that wasn't visible during the day.

The man reached out and covered her forehead with his hand.

It's not burning anymore.

In her sleep, Fu Yan felt a chill on her forehead. It was very uncomfortable. She moved slightly and buried her face deeper, her eyelashes fluttering a few times before she fell silent again.

Ho Mingzheng's hand, following her movements, slid to her face. His index finger lightly hooked and touched her nosetip.

He remembered the cat that used to live in the old house, raised by his fourth uncle's daughter. It had white fur, eyes like blue glass beads, and a nose just as soft. If you touched its nose, it would squint its eyes and be unusually docile.

... she.

His temper is as stubborn as ten oxen pulling in opposite directions.

Five minutes later, the door to Fu Yanjia's room shut.

At the same time, Yánfù also opened her eyes in bed.

She rolled over and looked toward the door with a complex expression.

The moment Huo Mingzheng touched her forehead, she woke up. She was startled and recognized Huo Mingzheng from the reflection in the glass opposite her. Immediately, she pretended to be asleep, wanting to see what Huo Mingzheng was going to do.s were beautiful, like they had been painted with rouge.She nodded, her throat tightening, and gave a small, strained "Sorry."He turned and went to his master bedroom walk-in closet, finding the suit...