e was about to scream for help, but he slammed his hand back over her mouth. His palm was warm, and his fingers were calloused—clearly a man's hand. The danger was close at hand.Her eyes were filled w...Qin Heng slept very late, he came down from the third-floor guest room, just about to go downstairs for breakfast, no, it was already time for lunch.

Turning the corner on the second floor, I heard an argument coming from the master bedroom.

This estate belongs to Huo Mingzheng privately. Just now, the servant said that Old Master Huo had come over, but he was taking a bath in the bathroom at that time and didn't hear him, so he didn't come out to greet him.

Even Old Master Huo couldn't provoke Huo Mingzheng's anger, let alone cause him to argue.

In this world, there is only one person who can easily anger Huo Mingzheng.

That person was not Li Qin, it was Fu Yan.

He was just about to go mediate, "Fu Yan is injured, you can't..."

As he spoke, the bedroom door swung open from inside, and Huo Mingzheng emerged, his face contorted with anger. He slammed the door shut behind him.

Qin Heng looked at him, then at the closed door, and hurriedly caught up with Huo Mingzheng's pace.

"Why are you so angry Fu Yan even got hurt."

He stopped in his tracks, pursed his thin lips, and the anger on his face visibly subsided. He paused for a second before taking a long stride down the stairs.

Qin Heng followed up, "What's the matter You're not usually so flustered."

Huo Mingzheng pulled out the dining chair, his eyes dark, "It's nothing."

The servants continuously served dishes. Qin Heng glanced at them; he had been here several times and knew the chef's specialties, but today looking at the dishes on the table, they all seemed to be Guangcheng cuisine.

"Have you changed your taste"

He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of the honey-glazed pork, saying, "This dish goes really well with rice."

Huo Mingzheng picked up his chopsticks without a word, and the sound of the servant's voice came from behind him: "Miss Fu."

Qin Heng quickly glanced at him, then turned and smiled: "Fu Yan, come have dinner."

Fu Yan wore the clothes from yesterday, which she found in the bathroom. The cloakroom was full of Li Qin's clothes; she couldn't wear them and didn't want to. Even yesterday's clothes felt awkward on her.

She greeted Qin Heng, "Dr. Qin."

Qin Heng moved the chair between him and Huo Mingzheng, "Sit down and eat."

Fu Yan unconsciously clenched her fingers. She had no appetite and didn't really want to go downstairs.

But she understood Huo Mingzheng. Although he wasn't imprisoning her, as long as he didn't speak, there was no way she could leave. Provoking him at this juncture would be of no benefit to her.

She didn't want to waste any more time, dragging it out until Li Qin returned and completely crushed her dignity.

She gave a blank stare, nodded slightly, and sat down.

Qin Heng handed her the chopsticks, "Are you still dizzy today"

He was a doctor, and Fu Yan tried to be as honest as possible in front of him. "My head doesn't feel dizzy anymore, but I still feel a little nauseous."

"It's no big deal, let's eat first."

Fu Yan reached for the chopsticks, and the rotating dish on the table turned just a bit, landing a pineapple-glazed pork dish right in front of her.

He clenched his fist around the chopsticks.

She put a slice of pork belly into her bowl. Qin Heng saw this and criticized her, "Why are you only eating vegetables You also need to eat meat for balanced nutrition and good health. Don't you know how many times you've been to the hospital recently"

Fu Yan wanted to say that natural and man-made disasters were not her wish.

Ke Qin Heng had a kind heart, and she added a piece of char siu to his bowl.

Only then did she realize that all the dishes on the table today were Cantonese cuisine.

How could she have forgotten, Li Qin yuan was from Guangcheng. She only went to her uncle's house in Nancheng after both her parents passed away.

The roast pork in my mouth suddenly wasn't fragrant anymore.

Ho Mingzheng tightened his grip on his chopsticks, glancing at her face that momentarily lost its luster. His eyes grew even deeper.

"I'm full." cavity, and she glanced one last time at Ji Lin through the glass window.Jilin, you must wake up quickly, you haven't shown me the Olympic medal yet, you can't break your promise.Cao Fang drove the c...