Chapter 52

n quick succession. Fu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and her arms flailed wildly. Huang Jingli's back was scratched by her until it bled, he let out a hiss."Go!" Eyes bloodshot and hidden beneath a tangl..."If it wasn't you or Fu Jing, last night I..."

"No ifs, ands, or buts," the man interrupted.

She looked at the man's emotionless eyes, her heart sinking to the bottom of her stomach. She had already guessed what was going on, "Is it Shen Wei"

Ho Mingzheng lit a cigarette, the smoke billowed out, he slowly opened his mouth, “Didn’t I say last time that this wouldn’t be an exception”

Fu Yan's eyes stung, and she turned her head to look out the window.

The window of this room faces the back garden. She came over in spring when a large patch of expensive roses was planted there, with names she couldn't remember, their colors were beautiful, like they had been painted with rouge.

She nodded, her throat tightening, and managed a barely audible "Sorry."

He turned and went to his master bedroom walk-in closet, finding a set of clothes that his girlfriend had given him in the spring. Although it was now deep autumn, he could just about wear them.

Dressed and dressed, his vision suddenly blurred, tears splashing on the wooden floor, blurring into puddles.

No matter what she said, Huo Mingzheng didn't believe her.

Last night's banquet was hosted by the Ji family. Ji Qing showed her face in front of everyone, and no one dared to touch her.

Although first impressions can be deadly, her intuition was that it was Shen Wei.

Hu Mingzheng is known for being protective of his loved ones, and Shen Wei is his fiancée.

Even if it were true, would he dispose of Shen Wei for her

No.

She knew.

After she had calmed down, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and found a pinprick on the inside of her elbow.

If it weren't for her fair skin, you would hardly be able to see it.

She went downstairs to ask Huo Mingzheng. The man gave her a blood test report, “Qin Heng drew this after you fell asleep. See if there’s any drug residue left in your body.”

All indicators on the lab report are normal.

"Thank you, Mr. Ho."

Fu Yan put away the lab results and turned around, but hadn't taken two steps when she felt a wave of dizziness. Cold sweat broke out on her back. It was low blood sugar. It was afternoon already, and she hadn't eaten anything.

The man encircled her limp body from behind, reprimanding in a low voice, “You have such a bad temper, you’ll get hurt sooner or later!”

Fu Yan was pressed against the dining chair by him, a glucose supplement shoved towards her lips. A bowl of congee and some side dishes were pushed to her face. "Qin Heng said you should eat something light,"

Although she didn't have much of an appetite, the small dishes in front of her looked rather appetizing, especially the cucumber salad and cold dish.

She took a bite, thought it was alright, and then another. Before she knew it, half the bowl of porridge was gone.

Ho Mingzheng sat opposite her, calmly sipping his tea.

"I'm full." She put down her chopsticks.

The man hummed, "Cao Yuan will send you back"

It's hard to get a taxi here, and there's no bus either.

Huo Mingzheng handed her something. She lowered her head and saw it was her contract.

"Really not" the man said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Fu Yan was someone who understood how to endure and bear grudges. When she took it from him, his tone was completely nonchalant, like he was saying, "Good cooperation," after taking off his pants and denying any responsibility.

As expected, Huo Mingzheng's face darkened the next second, his eyes warning: "Speak properly."

Fu Yan smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, I have a bad temper and really don't know how to speak nicely."

As soon as she sat in the car, her phone rang. It was from the old house.

Song Qing霜 rarely uses a landline to contact people.

She hastily answered, it was Liu Jie's anxious voice: "Miss, madam didn't come back last night, and her phone is also switched off." chance to feel embarrassed or awkward.Luna took his suitcase.A 32-inch large suitcase.She asked curiously, “Mr. Fu, how many days are you planning to stay”"I'll be going back tomorrow." Fu Hanlin unb...