y. Just a bowl of blood swallow soup, why are you clinging to my mother so tightly Isn't that being a little too dramatic”"You!"Fu Yan's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. She said in a cold vo...Fú Yán was robbed of her phone, and she was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She grabbed Huo Míngzhēng's hand pressing on her shoulder and bit down without hesitation!

"Hiss~" Huo Mingzheng subconsciously let go of his hand.

However, the next second, his hand suddenly pulled away from hers, gripping her chin and suppressing his anger, "Are you a dog"

He wasn't pressing hard, but not lightly either. His grip was firm on her chin, the soft flesh bunching up, her lips pouted, pitifully so.

Huo Mingzheng's gaze swept over her red lips, finally landing on the tooth marks on her back of her hand. He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why don't you speak anymore"

Fu Yan stared at him resentfully, her upper lip trembling as it touched her lower lip, pouting. "Give me back my phone!"

Many times, Fu Yan appears with a cold demeanor. Her most lively self emerges when facing Ji Lin, unrestrained and unreserved because she doesn't treat him as a man.

Fortunately, Ji Lin didn't treat her as a woman, so Huo Mingzheng didn't do anything to him.

She rarely showed such a casual and vivacious side in front of him, let alone now, with such a cute and adorable look.

The man's eyes softened. "Is this your phone"

Of course not her phone.

Huo Mingzheng called someone over, the estate manager, a man in his fifties. Previously, Fu Yan had heard Cao Fang refer to him as Luo Shu.

"Tell everyone to keep their phones off their person."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

Fu Yan's eyes lost all light, the last straw of hope snatched away. Her eyes turned red instantly, Huo Mingzheng was simply too much!

"What do you want to do!" She punched and kicked Ho Mingzheng, but her feeble blows didn't even faze him.

"Want to leave"

Fu Yan merely glared at him, like a wildcat with its claws bared, teeth bared.

He effortlessly grasped her hand that was pounding on his chest, and said slowly, "If you want to leave, just be honest. When I'm in a good mood, I'll naturally send you back."

He "kindly" reminded her, "Don't even think about getting Ji Lin to save you. He texted you last night and went back home."

Ji Lin is not a native of Nancheng. The Ji family moved from the north to Nancheng thirty years ago, so sometimes when Ji Lin gets excited, he speaks with a Northeastern accent.

As the winter solstice approaches, their family has a tradition that no matter where their descendants move to, they must return home for the reunion during the winter solstice.

In a few days, it will be the winter solstice.

Fu Yan knew about the Qi family's habits, but she just hadn't thought about it.

With her last hope gone, Fu Yan gritted her teeth and glared at Huo Mingzheng's back.

Butler Lao Shu brought a cup of tea. Fu Yan thought it was for her, but the butler said, "This is for Mr. Huo. Someone already made red date tea downstairs, and I'll have someone bring it up to you shortly."

Fu Yan looked at the cup of tea, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Can I send it to him"

Lao Shu was taken aback, "Sure, but it'll be a bother for Miss Fu."

"No trouble, just give it to me."

Fu Yan stood outside the study, just about to knock on the door, when she heard Huo Mingzheng talking on the phone inside.

"Well, I'll have someone pick you up then." He spoke softly, unusually patient.

Fu Yan lowered her eyes.

Are you Li Qin

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but Huo Mingzheng chuckled softly, "I found a chef who is very good at cooking Guangcheng cuisine. You can try it then."

The phone call ended, and she stood outside the door for a while. At noon, the sunlight shone directly onto the manor, the glass windows reflecting white light, dazzlingly bright. Fu Yan blinked her eyes before knocking on the door.e discovered that Fu Yan carefully hid a secret in her heart.This was Fu Yan's previous idea.Now, she probably doesn't trust him anymore.This is all his own doing, isn't itHe shook the ash off his cig...