ow that he couldn't have her, he wanted to ruin her. She absolutely didn't believe it.Ho Mingzheng should know.However, she had no right to ask. Before this, at her home downstairs, she told Huo Mingz...Fu Yan noticed his gaze and silently shifted back a little, but Huo Mingzheng spoke again, "Answer my question. Don't move."

"Is fruit porridge a way to fool me, or coax me"

He leaned in, his breath warm and ticklish against the fine hairs on her cheek.

Fu Yan pursed her lips, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over her. "Recovery requires energy, I want you to eat more. My cooking isn't very good, but this fruit porridge is something I can manage."

His cooking skills, Huo Mingzheng had personally experienced.

Before they broke up, she got a whim and cooked him a meal on a holiday. The kitchen looked like a war zone after the battle, and the food was so bad that she had to order takeout from a restaurant in the end.

The apartment she rented was equipped with a kitchen, basically for her to cook instant noodles and snail noodles.

Once he returned from a business trip and knew she was home, he went straight there. When he opened the door, he smelled an indescribable odor, thinking that maybe her bathroom's sewer pipe was clogged and backing up.

As a result, she was sitting on the carpet in the living room, watching television, and slurping noodles from a bowl.

That was the only time, when he came back from a business trip, that she couldn't bring herself to kiss him.

Ho Mingzheng changed the cotton swab with another dipped in ointment, his low voice laced with a hint of irony. "Afraid I'll recover slowly"

This left Fu Yan unsure of how to respond. She wasn't sure if she had misunderstood, and couldn't be certain whether his words were simply platonic or something more.

She mumbled, "You're the pillar of the Huo family. Everyone is worried when you fall."

"What about you What's your real answer, no need to be so formal." Huo Mingzheng teased her.

He’s really indiscriminate when he teases people, and even though she has a relatively thick face, she was still flustered by him, her cheeks turning red. “You saved my life, of course I want you to get better soon.”

Huo Mingzheng gave her a look. "You'd really be wasting your talent if you didn't go to the public relations department."

This mouth, all pompous and self-important, with one excuse after another.

Speaking of this, Fu Yan thought of something. She had wanted to ask him before, but she thought it wasn't necessary. But now, she suddenly wanted to ask.

I went to your company's PR department for an interview, but your company didn't want me. Lu Jingmao, the one who designed my mother's stuff, said that it was you who opened your mouth and wouldn't let me go to Ho's.

She thought Huo Mingzheng would deny it, or say he didn't remember, after all, this was nothing to him.

To his surprise, he readily admitted with a grunt, "It was me who orchestrated it."

Mingming had known the answer all along, but when he admitted it himself, Fuyuan still couldn't help but feel sad. "Why"

"I don't want to see you at the company."

Having thought of countless possibilities, she wasn't a good fit for the Huo family, or perhaps that year the Huo family suddenly stopped accepting interns. It could also be that Huo Jingshu didn't want to see her and was asking him to speak up.

She never expected it to be this answer.

The delicate complexion is visibly unwell.

She lowered her eyes, “Oh.”

Huo Mingzheng frowned, raising her face with a cotton swab, "I've always been clear about public and private matters, and I don't condone anyone. Even if Huo Jingshu was in the company, I would reprimand her."

"What do you mean" she said, looking at him blankly.

"Not very bright, are you Figure it out yourself." Huo Mingzheng poked her cheek with a cotton swab.

Ho Mingzheng was notorious for his cunning mind, his thoughts the hardest to fathom. Even a few years ago, Fu Yan was utterly unable to guess his true feelings at the time.

Only the corner of his mouth hadn't been applied with ointment yet. Huo Mingzheng changed a cotton swab, lowered his head to squeeze out the ointment, and asked, "Whose fruit congee was cooked"

The topic change was too abrupt, making Fu Yan feel that this question had been dwelling in his mind for a long time. However, Huo Mingzheng wasn't such a boring person; it was just a casual inquiry.utching her hand and pressing it against his chest. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressured you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be angry with me.""I'm not mad at you. You were drunk, and I was worried you...