elped up by their companions and greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Huo."Huo Mingzheng was naturally indifferent, even to familiar people he wasn't enthusiastic and still cherished words like gold.He simp...She didn't move the phoenix tail shrimp, nor did she vent her emotions.

Her eyes welled up for a moment, but she forced herself to hold it back.

Huo Mingzheng knew why she didn't eat shrimp, but she had no reason to question him, and she didn't think it was necessary.

After dinner in a tranquil atmosphere, she declined Shen Wei's invitation as they left Jinhui Garden and drove away in her own car.

The new car needs to be broken in, she wasn't used to driving it, and her speed was slow. When they arrived at the brand store, unexpectedly Ho Mingzheng's car was following behind hers and had just arrived too.

Shen Wei got out of the car and glanced at Fu Yan's new car, teasing her: "How come a young lady from the prestigious Huo family doesn't drive a better car Or maybe try to charm your second brother into buying you a luxury car"

"My second brother won't spoil me."

"You can try," Huo Mingzheng said as he got out of the car, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting a cigarette with one hand.

Smoke obscured his stern features, and his cold gaze swept past Fu Yan's eyes.

Fu Yan did not look at him or speak, and turned to enter the store.

Shen Wei walked in, arm in arm with Huo Mingzheng. The clerk had received notification that they were coming and was waiting at the store entrance, "Mr. Huo, Ms. Shen, Ms. Fu."

Before they were engaged, it was not appropriate for them to address her as Mrs. Huo. It's the most difficult thing in the world to serve a wealthy family; even the slightest slip of the tongue could lead to trouble.

From both an emotional and rational standpoint, Ms. Shen is the most suitable choice.

The manager personally led them to try on the dresses. They were five gowns that Shen Wei had ordered before, and they needed to choose three from them. Each one was outrageously expensive.

The Huo family is a truly powerful and influential aristocratic family.

"Azheng, which set do you think looks better"

Ho Mingzheng pointed to the white one on the shelf. Shen Wei immediately beamed, "I think this one looks good too, but I also think the purple one is very nice."

"Xiaoyan, what do you think"

Fu Yan nodded. "White, it suits your temperament better."

Shen Wei searched for what to try on first, but her attention was caught by a gown displayed on a stand not far away.

She pointed to that direction, “I’ve never seen this before”

She looked over and saw a long, floor-length mermaid gown in navy blue. Under the lights, the skirt seemed to shimmer with an almost imperceptible glow, probably due to rhinestones embellishing the pleats.

Her heart skipped a beat when she looked over.

She likes it very much.

The shopkeeper replied, "This is Mr. Fan's new work."

Mr. Fan is the founder of this brand, an internationally renowned fashion designer. Even foreign billionaires' daughters can't get him to personally design a dress for them.

"Come here, let me try it on." Shen Yi looked at the dress with longing, she nudged Huo Mingzheng, "A-Zheng, do you think it looks good"

"Good-looking." Huo Mingzheng had a faint smile on his lips.

Fu Yan looked away. He would never compromise like this for a woman.

The manager knew Shen Wei's measurements by heart. He wanted to say something but felt it wouldn't be appropriate, yet he also didn't want to offend him.

Fu Yan didn't follow him, sitting on a sofa farther away from Huo Mingzheng, taking out her phone to reply to Fu Jing.

Fu Jing asked her if she was free in the evening and wanted to go to the fencing club, which he owned.

Fu Yan is quite interested in fencing.

After teaching her several times, Ji Lin completely doubted himself and felt that he wasn't skilled enough to teach her well.

It turned out that Fu Yan was just someone who had no athletic ability.

"No, lest you question your life, Ji Lin is very familiar with this aspect of the problem."

Fu Yan single-handedly types.

Two seconds later, Fu Jing replied.

I'm his senior brother, my cultivation level should always be higher. When I teach you, he'll know what it truly means to question life.a cold and took medicine, which could have an impact.She quickly showered, changed into a fresh set of pajamas, brewed a cup of red sugar ginger tea, and sat powerless on the sofa.It's just a dull ach...