ngzheng's teacup water swayed gently, like the wind blowing in from outside, not much of a ripple, and no one could pay attention to it.Huo Mingzheng put the teacup back, his fingertip stained with a...The girl's face flushed quickly. She hadn't expected the other person's voice to be so pleasant.

She shyly nodded.

Just like Fu Yan, Huo Mingzheng leaned back in his chair. At that moment, Fu Yan realized something was off.

As expected, Huo Mingzheng said earnestly, "I'm chasing her. If you want my WeChat, ask her first."

The girl was taken aback at first, then looked at Fu Yan's face, her expression gradually becoming awkward.

Fu Yan cursed in her heart, calling the man insane. She wished she could put the wok on his head. She grabbed her bag and left the wok shop.

Ho Mingzheng followed from behind, in the dim alley. He wanted to grab Fu Yan's hand, "You wear high heels and walk so fast, be careful you twist your ankle."

Fu Yan pressed her hands into her pockets and hurried down the brick street.

"Mr. Huo, you've finished your congee and seen the person, it's time to go back."

The result wasn't clear. She hadn't noticed a piece of blue brick that was pried up at one corner, and as she stepped down, Huo Mingzheng grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him. "It's dangerous! You didn't see it"

Fù Yān's breathing was ragged. "Who said I didn't see If you hadn't pulled me, I would have already crossed over."

Huomingzheng looked at her eyes wide with lies, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to the past. He couldn't help but hold onto Fu Yan tightly, wanting to grasp everything, never letting go of his hand again.

"Yan Yan."

He stared into her eyes, "Let's start over, okay"

How could Fu Yan not see that Huo Mingzheng went to Wangji for porridge because of her.

He wasn't doing anything she couldn't guess. The words he had just said to that girl, she didn't doubt for a moment.

She just thought it was too late.

So much deception and hurt, have completely torn the two apart.

"Hu Mingzheng, we are not a good match."

Ho Mingzheng's hand tightened on Fu Yan's arm. "No one is more suitable than us."

"If by 'suitable' you mean physical compatibility, I have nothing to say, after all, I haven't experienced other men."

This statement by Fu Yan was mostly sarcastic.

Ho Mingzheng said in a tense voice, "I haven't touched other women."

I don't care anymore.

Fu Yan grasped his hand, "How many misunderstandings have you caused me My heart has been worn away by repeated pain. Now there's only a little bit left, enough for me to continue my life. I can no longer offer that last bit of sincerity as a bet."

She looked into Huo Mingzheng's eyes, "You asked me why there are a pair of men's shoes at my doorstep. Because I live alone, I need to be safe. You didn't notice before because I didn't need them, because I believed you could protect me. But now I only believe in myself. While you hurt me, you also made me realize that relying on nothing is better than relying on oneself."

Huo Mingzheng had guessed the intention behind those shoes, but hearing her say it out loud, his heart ached suddenly.

According to Qin Heng, hurt is a strong medicine that can cause a person to grow rapidly.

If this is the price of her growth, then he truly deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces.

Ho Mingzheng forcefully hugged Fu Yan into his arms, wishing he could rub her into his flesh and blood, transferring all her pain onto himself.

He lowered his head and pressed against the nape of her neck, "I'm sorry, Yan Yan, I'm so sorry."

You don't have to say sorry, in a way I even thank you. I think this is pretty good.

Huo Mingzheng couldn't stand her using such a nonchalant tone when speaking to him, as if he had truly become someone unimportant.

"Do you mean that you want to express the meaning of 'still as water'"

His hand went down, gripping her clenched fingers. His palms were marked with deep indentations from her nails, some even bleeding.

Fù Yán used her strength to pull her hand back, but Hòu Míngzhēng refused to let go.

He breathed shallowly, "If you truly are as still as water, then what is this"th, and even in the early morning, there are still many people at the airport.Cao Fang held open a large umbrella to shield Huo Mingzheng's head, while Huo Mingzheng enveloped Fu Yan in his arms. The...