ook at Huo Jingshu, "I'm clean with Fu Yanqing. If I have to say it's not clean, then it's me who pursued her, she repeatedly rejected me, and asked me to live a good life with you. She did nothing wr...Xiaoye smiled, "原來是付小姐的書，我冒昧了。"

"It's nothing, it's just a book. Dr. Xiao, you are being too serious."

Lao Guanjia sent Xiao Ai to the door, and when he came back, the man and woman who were originally sitting in the living room were gone.

< Two minutes ago.

Fu Yan was placing the cup of red date tea on the tea table, and was about to go upstairs with her own things. As she passed by the sofa, she was just about to take her suitcase away.

A fair, slender fingered hand reached out first, and took the suitcase.

As soon as she looked up, Huo Mingzheng's gaze swept over her face. "It's too heavy, let me carry it for you."

The thirty-two inch suitcase was packed full of clothes and shoes, making it quite heavy, but Fu Yan could still manage to carry it.

Back then, when she moved out of her university dorm, it just so happened that Ji Lin was away competing out of town. She single-handedly carried three large suitcases down from the sixth floor of a dormitory without an elevator.

She wanted to take the suitcase, Huo Mingzheng wouldn't let her, and finally compromised, "You carry the bag."

He raised his chin and pointed to a bag hanging on the luggage rack, the one she used for her toiletries and makeup.

Fu Yan said nothing. She took the handbag from the luggage rack and, without a word, turned and walked upstairs. Lao Shu had already told her that she lived on the third floor.

Upstairs.

Huo Mingzheng pushed open the door to the third-floor room, carrying Fu Yan's suitcase.

Fu Yan took the suitcase from his hand, but when she did, Huo Mingzheng tightened his fingers and she couldn't pull it away.

She hasn't said a word since she was downstairs.

Huo Mingzheng pursed his thin lips, his gaze sweeping across her flawless face once more.

"Yanyan, are you jealous"

His voice was deep and resonant, like a cello string being played.

Fu Yan's brain buzzed, and she blurted out, "What are you talking about"

Huo Mingzheng looked at her flustered appearance, his heart softened. "She's just a psychologist, Qin Heng's disciple, and my condition was communicated to them through Qin Heng. The room where she gave me psychological treatment is equipped with surveillance cameras."

He did this to avoid any misunderstandings in the future. He didn't want to be unable to explain himself, of course, surveillance also has other uses, but he wasn't sure about those yet and hadn't decided to tell Fu Yan about them.

...but Fu Yan really didn't expect Huo Mingzheng to explain things in such detail, so thoroughly. It was something she had never experienced before. She wasn't unaware that he was changing, even changing more than her, more profoundly.

"You're overthinking it, I'm not jealous."

Saying that, she was about to take her suitcase back into the room.

“What does ‘that sentence is pretty good’ mean” He deliberately blocked her path and wouldn't give her suitcase, stepping closer to her.

That was a long time ago, it's hard to remember now.

Fu Yan's heart was filled with unexplainable restlessness. "It's just what it says on the surface, pretty good. Doctor Xiaoye seems like a really nice person, both in appearance and intellect."

"You're so concerned with her appearance," Huo Mingzheng said, his words carrying a hint of something deeper.

And because she was obsessed, she didn't notice the hidden emotions in his words, "Don't you think she's beautiful"

"I don't think so." Huo Mingzheng answered without hesitation.

His gaze lingered on her, his eyes holding a soft smile. "You're beautiful."ng hers. "Yanyan, don't cry," he said softly, "I'll be back soon..."She pushed him away forcefully. As she raised her hand to strike his face, she saw that the corner of his mouth and cheekbone were...