ke others, first weigh if your life is tough enough"Fu Yanxin's heart clenched. She thought she was immune to his sharp tongue, but the lingering fear after narrowly escaping death made her feel incre...Huo Mingzheng brushed the ashes off his cigarette and responded with a cold "um," his face expressionless.

After a few seconds, he asked Cao Fang, "What's the name of the girl who is close to Fu Yan in Xincheng"

Cao Fang was taken aback. "Her name is Xia, and she's a local."

"Please ask her to come over tomorrow, be polite."

Cao Fang suddenly realized, so he wanted Xia to accompany Yan chat and relieve her boredom.

He nodded. "My brother has her contact information. I'll have him pick up Xiaoxiao tomorrow."

Huo Mingzheng frowned.

"Cao Yuan"

It's not surprising that Huo Mingzheng is confused; Cao Yuan has never had any luck with women.

It's not that he wasn't handsome enough. He and Cao Fang are twins, outsiders couldn't tell them apart at all. During the month Cao Fang was stationed at the front desk as punishment, the reception area was practically trampled by female colleagues during rush hour.

Cao Yuan was ignored by everyone, not because he wasn't handsome enough, but because he always had a sour face as if he were collecting debts. People just couldn't stand to be around him.

Cao Fang explained: "It seems that Xiaoxiao and Ms. Fu had drinks outside before, and my brother was in charge of sending Xiaoxiao back, then he left his contact information."

After finishing his words, Cao Fang felt something was off. He spoke in a way that implied there was something more to it.

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Actually, it was just Xia who got drunk and rambunctious. Cao Yuan was bothered by her and put down her number to deal with her at the time, but he simply forgot to delete it later.

Ho Mingzheng hummed in response and didn't ask any further questions.

After Cao Fang left, he lit another cigarette and smoked it until it was gone. His gaze fell on the desk in his office, where he had just placed a paper cut-out window flower.

Fu Yanjian's "Ox".

He picked up the window lattice, held it under the lamplight and glanced at it, his lips curling involuntarily.

The "cow" was surprisingly stubborn, just like Fu Yan.

He Mingzheng took out some glue from the drawer, smeared it on the back of the window cling, and then stuck it onto the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The study, originally in a cold color scheme, now has a touch of festive brightness.

It's getting late.

He Mingzheng took a shower in the guest room and walked to the door of the master bedroom. He turned the doorknob, just as he had expected, the door was locked from the inside.

He pulled a key from his pajama pocket, inserted it, and turned it.

The door opened.

Huo Mingzheng shut the door gently with his backhand and walked slowly towards the big bed.

The bedside lamp is set to the dimmest brightness.

Fu Yan has already fallen asleep. Her body is still very weak. Qin Heng had drawn several tubes of her blood yesterday for tests, but the results are not yet out.

The box of things Huo Yuan gave him was placed on the bedside table. There were a teddy bear, cookies, and perfume, all with a distinctly British feel.

And Fu Yan took a pale-pink scarf from the table, soft and fluffy with fine texture, it was made of top-quality cashmere.

The scarf pressed against her face, making her skin look as flawless as white jade.

Ho Mingzheng let out a cold, mirthless chuckle. A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes as he stepped forward, taking the scarf from Fu Yan's hand and shoving it into the bottom of the box, covering it with the teddy bear.

He took off his slippers, pulled back the covers and sat on the bed. He took out a red envelope from his pajamas' pocket and tucked it under Fu Yan's pillow, then pulled her into his arms, pressing her face against his chest.

The clock struck twelve.

Huo Mingzheng lowered his head and kissed Fu Yan's forehead, "Yan Yan, happy New Year."the dream.To my surprise, she actually laughed.A nameless wave of panic washed over me. I lowered my head and rummaged for slippers, avoiding Huo Mingzheng's gaze out of fear of revealing myself.She f...