red, he was truly cold at heart. What he said and did could never be changed by anyone.He had worked by Mr. Huo's side for so many years, the only one who could change him was Miss YanYan.But unexpect...Ho Mingzheng chuckled softly, looking down at the coat covering him with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

Fu Yan spent ten minutes or so in the bathroom. When she came out, the flush on her face had subsided and her makeup was gone, leaving a clean and clear complexion.

"Come here."

Huo Mingzheng sat on the sofa and reached out to her.

Fu Yan gathered all her hair at the back of her head and tied it into a loose bun with a leather tie.

She has a round head shape, silky smooth hair cascading down her shoulders, with a few strands falling gracefully beside her ears. Her pale skin peeks through the dark strands, creating an unintentional aura of beauty that captivates the gaze.

Actually, Huo Mingzheng preferred her without makeup, but she loved beauty and makeup was essential for social occasions. Therefore, he never restricted her from wearing makeup.

Huo Mingzheng withdrew his gaze with a half-smile, picked up the ointment on the table with his left hand, stuffed it into his right hand, and then twisted open the lid.

Fu Yanqing saw that his movements were clumsy, "You can't do it, let me come."

"Sit down." Huo Mingzheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

If other people, they might be provoked by your "I can't" three words and even sarcastically say "You don't know if I can or not." But Ho Mingzheng wouldn't.

He despises using crude jokes to belittle women, and he wouldn't do it even to Fu Yan, the woman with whom he has the most intimate physical relationship.

Qin Heng knew him well and often teased him as the most reticent upright gentleman.

He neither confirmed nor denied it, just smiled.

A cotton swab smeared with ointment, Huo Mingzheng said in a low voice: “Come closer.”

Fu Yan was worried that he would suddenly "lose control" again. She stretched her neck out, bringing her face closer to make it easier for him to apply medicine, but she didn't get too close to avoid fanning the flames.

Huo Mingzheng saw her awkward posture, holding the cotton swab, and laughed angrily: "Why don't you cut your head off and put it in front of me Separated from the body, how far do you want to be away from me"

Fu Yan was speechless after being scolded, her butt moved a few inches forward, closer to him, but not touching him.

A delicate, pretty face was right before his eyes. Huo Mingzheng's gaze dropped low.

After removing the concealer and foundation, the slap mark on the left cheek became even more prominent.

The cotton swab snapped in two with a crackle.

Fu Yan was startled and looked up at Huo Mingzheng. The man turned his head, throwing the cotton swab into the trash can, then took a new one, dipping it in the ointment.

On Saturday night, I got slapped. When I went back home, I used the medicine that Fu Hanlin bought, plus the cold compress from the beginning and the hot compress for the past two days. Actually, in Fu Yan's view, it wasn't so obvious anymore.

But Huo Mingzheng's eyes were too sharp.

When he was at military school, his eyesight fully met the standards for an Air Force pilot. Even after spending just over a year mastering four years' worth of financial knowledge, his eyesight remained perfect.

Qin Heng, who had started wearing contact lenses in high school, was filled with envy and cried out to the heavens about unfairness.

The ointment has a cooling and soothing effect, it feels very cool and comfortable.

Fu Yan slowly relaxed, her gaze inadvertently drifting upwards. Her eyes landed on Huo Mingzheng's sharp nose bridge and long eyelashes. He lowered his brow, his expression not particularly focused, but her heart suddenly began to race.

The feeling of youthful infatuation overlapped, bringing both pain and numbness.

She hastily withdrew her gaze, her eardrums throbbing.

The man caught her every little move, his eyes gradually deepening, his lips slightly parting, "How did you learn to cook fruit porridge"

"My father taught me," Fu Yan said, relaxing unconsciously in front of him and speaking slowly. "When I was little, I got sick and didn't want to eat. He coaxed me with fruit congee."

Huo Mingzheng stared at her lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you treat me like a child"in and Huo Cheng-qi. They were unaware that he hadn't slept well for a long time, and that staying here allowed him to get some extra rest."I haven't had much of an appetite lately," he said, offering...