Chapter 102

ao Yuan stopped Fu Jing outside.The elevator doors closed slowly, Fu Yan only then saw clearly that the person hugging him was Huo Mingzheng. Her lips parted in a breath, her voice soft as a mosquito,...Fu Jinghe...... Huo Jingshu

Fu Yan was stunned.

She suspected she had misheard.

Fu Jing is gentle and modest with a clean and sunny temperament. Huo Jing is the only daughter of Huo Jia Siye, but she is much wilder than her name suggests. She and Fu Jing are like water and fire, incompatible.

She was the same age as Fu Yan, but during their studies, Fu Yan's grades always surpassed hers. She secretly resented Fu Yan, though she wasn't inherently bad; she was just a bit willful.

I heard she was pursuing an athlete before.

Could it be Fu Jing

"What You're not happy about their engagement" Seeing her lost in thought, Huo Mingzheng's voice turned cold.

Fu Yan didn't know where she had angered him again. She was in a bad mood, pulling the blanket over herself and muttering, "What does it have to do with me."

And why should she be happy or unhappy

...and so on.

Tomorrow is my father's death anniversary.

She didn't lie when she said she was going back to Guangcheng before. She was truly preparing to go back. Every year, she would visit her father's grave, but this year she wasn't going back, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

"Given your current situation, if you go to Guangcheng, you might end up joining your dad."

Before this, I knew Huo Mingzheng had a sharp tongue, but I didn't expect him to be so venomous.

She was thinking, Master Huo was a university professor and Madam Huo was a pianist. They were both very nice people. While they weren't exactly fond of Yao, they were certainly charitable to her, treating her better than most people in the Huo family. How could such a good son as Huo Mingzheng come out of them

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. But there was nothing she could do about him, so she simply pulled the covers over her head.

Huo Mingzheng directly threw off the quilt, dragged her up from the bed, "If you can't argue, pretend to be a turtle. Qin Heng said you need to get out of bed and move around."

"I don't have the energy."

She told the truth. The drug was too strong. To this day, she can only manage to lift a spoon and pull up her blankets. She can't do anything else. Even going to the bathroom downstairs requires help from a nurse.

I even began to wonder if I was going to be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of my life.

"A hint of sarcasm played on Huo Mingzheng's lips, "Didn't you just say you were going to Guangcheng"

He knows how to get under your skin.

He dared not speak out of anger, but glared with a pair of sparkling eyes.

Alas, her face was pale and she seemed to have lost all her vigor. There was only pitiful about her.

"Get up." Huo Mingzheng stood by the bed, clutching the blanket, looking like he wouldn't back down at all.

Two minutes later, the nurse brought over an IV stand and hung the IV bag on it. Fu Yan wanted to reach out for help, but even though Huo Mingzheng was closest to her, she asked the nurse instead: "Can you help me up"

The nurse just said, "Okay, I'll help you up."

Huo Mingzheng reached out and lifted Fu Yan from the bed, supporting her limp body steadily. His voice was low, scraping against her earlobe, "What's wrong with you"

They were very close, the warm breath swirling into her ear. Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat, feeling a tingling sensation. Her ears flushed instantly.

She feigned nonchalance, averting her gaze, then reached out to grab the IV stand. It had wheels at the bottom, and she could lean on it for support as she walked.

Besides the nurses' station, Fu Yan discovered that there was only her as a patient on this entire floor.

That's all, her relationship with Huo Mingzheng is something that can't be known by outsiders.terday. This is a cake I made, please try it."Over the past thirty-one years, Fu Hanlin had encountered countless women offering him gifts. Some were shy, others with flirtatious gazes, all attempting...