his for herself. As a new mother, she could empathize with the joy and anxiety that came with it, and she didn't want Huo Jing-shu to suffer.Opened the ancestral hall door, a gust of cold wind blew ov...Huo Mingzheng's ward was on the 12th floor. The ambulance sped out of the side door, its wailing siren disturbing those who were dreaming.

Fu Yan struggled to wake up from her sleep and suddenly sat up in bed. She grabbed the phone on her bedside table, it was already 8:00!

8:30 AM start work, from Coh Hospital to Xincheng. I'm definitely going to be late.

Before she went to sleep last night, she had set the alarm clock, but she didn't hear it ring at all. It goes without saying who turned it off.

She glared angrily at the culprit, who sat serenely on the couch, watching his tablet. He was clearly refreshed and elegant, having just gotten up.

She got out of bed and looked for her slippers while pulling back the covers.

After a nap, her hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking up. Huo Mingzheng walked over and instinctively reached out to ruffle them, "What are you worried about"

Fù Yān brushed past his hand, her face flushed and playful. "Why didn't you wake me up"

Huo Mingzheng chuckled, "Can't wake you up, blaming me for sleeping in yourself"

Fu Yancai didn't believe his ghost stories. She wasn't particularly deep sleeper, so if he had really called her, she couldn't have missed it. However, there was no denying that last night was the best sleep she'd had in a long time.

"Late to work How much, I'll make up for you." Huo Mingzheng grabbed her arm and pushed the few strands of hair off her head.

"Don't take your money," Fu Yan took the paper bag from the sofa. It was clothes prepared for her by Huo Mingzheng. She rushed into the bathroom to change and freshen up.

Ho Mingzheng watched her walk out the door calmly, not even glancing at him. He frowned and reached out to stop her.

The tone isn't mostly teasing, it's more like displeasure, "Is it really worth being so dedicated to Fu Hanlin"

"Aren't you happy that your employees are working their lives away for you" Fu Yan retorted.

"What's this"

She wanted to say how things were different, but when she met his gaze, for some reason, the words got stuck in her throat and she mumbled, "I have to go to work. Take care."

Huo Mingzheng held her arm and pressed her to the dining table, "Eat breakfast first, then go."

"Too late." Fu Yan wanted to get up, but was pushed back down.

He Mingzheng's tone was unyielding. "It's too late now. Fu Hanlin's company wouldn't be affected even if you were gone for half an hour. After Cao Fang finishes feeding you, he'll take you to the company, or else you won't be able to leave this house."

Paying respects to him with anger but not daring to speak, she could only finish the bowl of chicken and vegetable congee in front of her.

I can't help but feel that Huo Mingzheng is a hypocrite. The rules and regulations of the Huo family are a benchmark in the industry, and there are clear written regulations for penalties for lateness, absenteeism, and early departure. People in the industry jokingly say that employees of the Huo family don't go to work, they go to serve in the military.

She was about to pick up her bag and leave when Huo Mingzheng pulled her into his arms, handing her a tissue to wipe the bit of porridge that had splashed onto her lips. His movements were gentle and meticulous.

Fu Yan was stunned on the spot.

"Are you coming back tonight" the man's voice was low and husky.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

She knew better than anyone that last night felt more like a stolen one.

That's so unreal.

Huo Mingzheng wiped the corner of her mouth, crumpled the tissue in his palm, and said, "The porridge tastes good."

Thinking of Cao Fang saying he hadn't eaten much these days, Fu Yan felt a pang in her heart and nodded, "I'll come over and make some for you."

Fu Yan went downstairs and got into the car driven by Cao Fang.

This is not Huo Mingzheng's exclusive car, it's the car that his usual bodyguard drives.

It's not particularly noteworthy.

The car drove into the newly built underground parking garage.lf to say, "A little."He moved the towel aside. Fu Yan's hair was tousled from being rubbed by his hand, and in the light, her delicate skin looked smooth and moist, fair with a hint of pink, like a j...