

Chapter 6
ng smoke, asked her, "Dare you"Fu Yan lightly pecked his chin, then fearlessly hooked his neck again, provocatively saying, "What about you Do you dare"He Mingzheng stubbed out his cigarette, didn't a...Fu Yan now lives in the house she rented when she graduated. Later, she moved into the house that Huo Mingzheng bought for her.
The reason it hasn't been vacated is also for convenience.
It is known that there are not many people living here.
She opened the door and unexpectedly saw Song Qingshuang holding her phone outside, talking to her.
“Didn’t you say you were still on a business trip” Song Qing霜 hung up the phone and glared at her, with an expression that seemed to see right through her.
She pushed open the door, stepped in, carrying a bag from C brand. Fu Yan had seen it online, the new model, over 200,000 yuan.
"Mom, why did you buy..."
"Cut the crap, I'm telling you to pay for the rouge. I'm your mother, don't play games in front of me. I'm doing this for your own good." She said, shoving the paper bag into her arms.
Inside were new clothes bought for her, which completely shattered her thoughts of wanting to make herself look ugly.
Song Qing霜 supervised her makeup application the whole time. Later, seeing that she was dawdling and deliberately delaying, Song Qing霜 took matters into her own hands.
When she arrived at the dinner location, Fu Yan got out of the car and saw the ancient-style building in front of her. She immediately started getting a headache.
Tianshui Lou.
This is the place where Huo Mingzheng is from.
Before, Song Qing霜 had mentioned it over the phone, but she was so focused on refusing at the time that she didn't hear it.
She felt a sudden surge of panic and instinctively glanced at Huo Mingzheng's designated parking spot.
empty.
Let out a sigh of relief.
Just as she looked away, a Bentley slowly drove out from the side of the road.
As twilight descended, headlights flickered past, casting a misty glow.
It's not that Bu Yan had good eyesight, but rather that the license plate number was too conspicuous.
In the south city area, you can get around anywhere with ease.
She hurriedly grabbed Song Qing霜 and was about to leave, but Song Qing霜 also saw it and pulled her back, lowering her voice: "Your second brother."
There came the sound of closing a car door. Cao Fang got out of the car and opened the rear passenger door.
Fu Yan opened her eyes, and from the corner of her vision, she saw a man's long legs stepping out of the car. He had just come out of the company, wearing a black solemn suit. He must have been on the phone just now, his face was cold and stern, looking aloof and unapproachable.
She took off her Bluetooth earpiece with one hand and handed a document to Cao Fang, muttering something as she turned to face this way.
"Aunt Wu."
His voice was low and melodious, yet overly cold.
Even so, Song Qing霜, who was not favored in the Huo family, was still pleasantly surprised. "Hey, Mingzheng, you're having dinner here too"
Huo Mingzheng remained noncommittal, his gaze sweeping over Fu Yan who was avoiding his eyes. A smirk played on his lips. "Where is Aunt Five"
Fu Yanjin was tightly clutching her skirt, but Song Qing霜 pretended not to notice. She smiled sweetly and said, "I've introduced someone to Fu Yan, and we're having dinner here."
A soft chuckle, meaning unclear, "Even Yanyan is at the age to talk about marriage now."
A chill ran down Fu Yan's spine. When he uttered the two words "Yan Yan," they sounded pleasant, yet inexplicably suffocating.
He has never called her that before.
Last time, she admitted to regretting provoking him. Huo Mingzheng was arrogant and used to being surrounded by admirers; he wouldn't easily lower himself to a woman.
The two parted ways unhappily and didn't contact each other for several days. It was as if they had tacitly accepted their separation, with no further connection.
Now that they met, he was calm and collected, but she felt so embarrassed that she wished she could just disappear into the ground.
Song Qing霜 turned her head to look at Fu Yan, letting out a light snort: "Look, even your second brother said so. How much longer do you want to drag this on"
She then looked at Huo Mingzheng, momentarily forgetting herself, and smiled: "Why don't you come with us later, Mingzheng That way, you can also look after Yan Yan."
"Mom!" Fu Yan couldn't bear it any longer, "You stop talking! He... My second brother is busy."
Ho Mingzheng turned his wristwatch and glanced at her flushed face, "I have a dinner appointment, otherwise I could take a look for Yanyan and see how good the other party is."
The last sentence was almost nailed to Fu Yan's heart.
She was almost breathless and pulled Song Qing霜 away.
Having walked a few steps away, Song Qing霜 chided her for being rude, "You didn't even greet him! Right now, the Huo family listens to him. Flattering him is more useful than anything else. If he turns against us later, what will you do"
"He's had an opinion of me for ages," Fu Yan mumbled softly.
Song Qing霜 didn't hear clearly and was just about to ask again when the door of the private room opened.
"Oh, Mrs. Wu, you're finally here." A plump middle-aged woman with an elegant appearance stepped forward. Though she spoke with a calculating tone, making one feel uneasy.
Song Qing霜 smiled and greeted her, "Mrs. Chen, I'm sorry I'm late. There was a traffic jam on the way."
Mrs. Chen and Song Qingfrost exchanged a few compliments, then looked at Fu Yan with scrutinizing eyes. A flash of astonishment and greed passed through their eyes.
She happily walked forward, familiarly grabbing Fu Yan's hand, "This must be the Sixth Miss, right You're so beautiful, so graceful and delicate. Your skin is so smooth, it looks like you could squeeze out water."
According to age, An pressed in the Huo family's descendants ranked sixth, logically she would be Miss Six of the Huo family. However, she doesn't bear the surname Huo, and no one in the Huo family calls her Miss Six.
This is holding her, coaxing Song Qingfrost happily.
Instinctively, she wanted to reject this overly familiar Mrs. Chen, wanting to pull her hand away, but alas, Mrs. Chen was strong. As she dragged her towards the private room, she chattered incessantly.
"Miss Fu is about the same age as our youngest son, so you two should get along well. Lao San, go say hello."
Fù Yān raised her eyes and saw a man wearing trendy clothes and a buzz cut. He had an earring in his right ear, held a cell phone in one hand, typing quickly, and faintly showed the tattoo on his wrist.
The other party heard the sound and lazily looked over, a mocking smile still hanging on their lips. At this glance, they saw Fu Yan, their eyes lit up, and they dropped their phone and immediately stood up.
"Miss Liu, hello, my name is Chen Rang." The other party smiled and extended their hand, the tattoo on their wrist clearly visible: a black snake.
I recognize, it's a black mamba, a poisonous snake.
Fu Yan was afraid of snakes, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she still reached out politely to touch the other person's hand before immediately withdrawing it. "Hello, you can call me Fu Yan."
"Which rouge"
"Rouge's rouge."
Chen Rang pulled back his chair and looked at Fu Yan's ears, which were slightly pink. "A name as beautiful as yourself," he said to Fu Miss, "Please sit down."
Fu Yan originally wanted to sit farther away, so he purposely pulled the chair next to him back.
Song Qing霜 saw through her thoughts and immediately pressed her down into the seat, placing her hand on her shoulder to prevent her from getting up. She smiled and said, "You young people have things to talk about, sit closer."
Chen Rang took good care of Fu Yan, serving her dishes and soup attentively. He would ask her if the food was to her taste one moment, and if she wanted to try something else the next.
But Fu Yanxin wasn't paying attention. She was thinking about how to explain to the other person that she didn't plan on getting married.
Song Qing霜 put down her napkin, "I'm almost done eating. Yanyan, my wife and I are going to play mahjong with Mrs. Chen. You can go back by yourself later."
Mrs. Chen is very perceptive, "Third son, you escort Sixth Miss."
"No problem." Chen Liang readily agreed, leaning back and casually resting his hand on the back of Fu Yan's chair.coming back. Fu Yan didn't go back to her room, but lay on the sofa and made do for the night.The house was filled with Huo Mingzheng's scent, pervading every corner and constantly reminding Fu Yan.As...