e among all. Besides loving his wife and inheriting the handsome genes of the Huo family, everything else seems to be a genetic mutation.He thought the position of head of the family was his for the t...Hu Mingzheng's voice inevitably dropped, "Then go to sleep."

Fu Yan was jolted awake, she stood up abruptly from the ground. She stood too quickly and her vision blurred for a moment, almost causing her to fall. Huo Mingzheng caught her waist from behind, gently pressing her down and sitting on her legs.

Their eyes met, and Fu Yan suddenly looked away. "It's getting late," she said. "You should get some rest. If Cao Fang and Cao Yuan are unavailable, I can just take a taxi back."

"It's not worth the time to go back. It's better to just sleep here." Huo Mingzheng knew what she was afraid of.

Fù Yān lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering a few times. Her fingers gripped the edge of her clothing tightly, "Then, I'll sleep in another room."

Qin Heng overslept during his midday rest, and he wasn't clean.

She unconsciously looked at the middle bed. Even if it was a special care ward in a public hospital, the bed wouldn't be very big. It was probably about one and a half meters wide.

"I'll sleep on the couch. My sleeping position isn't good, I'm afraid I might hit your wound."

Huomingzheng nodded, not making it difficult for her, "As long as you can sleep."

Fu Yan's heart secretly let out a sigh of relief.

You can wait for her to finish washing up, change into the pajamas Huo Mingzheng prepared for her, and when she's about to lie down on the sofa, Huo Mingzheng lifts the blanket on his left side, "Come up here, I won't touch you tonight."

Just listen to what men say, don't take it seriously.

This is something Fu Yan saw online. She had dated Huo Mingzheng for two years before, and she strongly agreed with this statement.

So she was just listening anyway, pulled back the blanket and wanted to lie down, "No need, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Come up here, or should I come down and hug you"

He looked at Fu Yan, his words lacking any hint of compromise. It was as if she couldn't speak now, and the next second he would really come over and hug her.

And she also knew that Huo Mingzheng was a man of his word, despite his injured shoulder, when he went mad, he simply ignored everything.

At this moment, Fu Yan suddenly realized she had fallen for Huo Mingzheng.

He first made concessions to her, agreeing to sleep on the couch. When she came out in pajamas, he pushed his advantage further.

Fu Yan walked over and sat down by the bed. She turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. She gently pulled back the covers and lay down on one side of the bed.

In the darkness, Huo Mingzheng's frigid voice seemed to brush against her eardrum, "Come closer."

"What" Fu Yan was covered by the quilt, half her face muffled.

He lay back, seeming to say it casually: "Nothing, just suddenly remembered that horror film you watched a while ago. This atmosphere..."

Before he could finish his words, Fu Yan suddenly turned around and covered his mouth!

Damn Huo Mingzheng!

Her mind involuntarily recalled the film, and the more she told herself not to think about it, the stronger her subconscious desire to do so became. The images in her mind grew increasingly vivid.

Huo Mingzheng was covered in her mouth, but there was still a gap between her palm and his lips. He chuckled softly, "You're so timid, yet you dare to watch horror movies like others. I remember that scene..."

Fu Yan suddenly clamped her hand over his mouth. In the dim light, Huo Mingzheng could clearly see her eyes, which seemed to hold both a warning and a plea.

A feeling of both fierce and tragic.

As Qin Heng would say, it's a case of "weak player, strong desire". He has the guts to watch horror movies even though he's not capable.

He stretched his hand across the pillow, and with a gentle sweep, pulled her closer. He directly pulled her into his arms and said in a muffled voice, "No more talking, go to sleep."

Fú Yān was exhausted. She knew she couldn't win against Hòu Míngzhēng, so she simply gave up struggling and fell asleep shortly after.

In the darkness, Huo Mingzheng looked at the person in his arms who was gradually relaxing her guard in her sleep. His fingers caressed the imprint of his palm on her left cheek, his eyes darkened, and a hint of cold light flashed through them.Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.