with it; this is a reaction of someone after intense fear and stress.He glanced at Huo Mingzheng, but Huo Mingzheng ignored him and directly carried Fu Yan into the empty room next door.The door is cl...Fu Yan found the loophole in his words, "President Huo, since you haven't seen it, how do you know what kind of performance it is"

"What about you, what's a girl like you looking at" Huo Mingzheng didn't answer but asked back, his fingers tightening their grip on her.

Fú Yān could bear it no longer and blurted out, "It's Jì Lín, but not him who saw it, his friend did."

Although it sounds like he's making friends out of thin air, Qi Lin really doesn't have that kind of preference.

Huo Mingzheng narrowed his eyes, "He really didn't teach you well."

Fu Yan came to Huo's house at the age of eight, which was the year he was kidnapped. He spent a whole year in a daze and didn't see her much.

Later, I accidentally saw her argue with Huo Jingshu a few times. Huo Jingshu's mind was indeed inferior to hers. Even when arguing, she had loopholes everywhere, and Fu Yan plugged one after another, leaving Huo Jingshu speechless and angry, she ran away in frustration.

She sat alone on the edge of the rockery, with no one to play with her. Even if it were for Uncle Wu's sake, no one in the Huo family treated her like a real member of the family.

A tiny little lump huddled there, holding a gnarled branch and drawing in the dirt.

He glanced at it, then shifted his gaze away. He sat in the rocking chair inside the pavilion, closed his eyes and meditated, seeking a moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, a small hand clasped onto his. He abruptly opened his eyes and instinctively pulled his hand away.

"Brother, your hands are so cold."

She didn't know where she got the courage, again holding his hand and breathing on it.

Actually, he really dislikes it when people touch him, let alone something like this puffing air at him. He finds it disgusting.

That day, when he met her crystal-clear and warm eyes, he forgot to take his hand away.

"Aren't you afraid of me" He had begun to sound different, his voice strained but not gruff.

She shook her head. "They said you were crazy... Achoo!"

He frowned.

After sneezing, she sniffed her nose. "But I don't think you're crazy. A madman wouldn't be this handsome or kind."

"Am I gentle"

She gave a sly smile. "I know you've scared Huo Jingshu away several times on purpose. You're helping me."

He scoffed: "I just found it noisy."

She held his hand, smiling and said, "Oh!"

"Don't you believe it"

She opened her eyes wide and lied, "I didn't."

"No laughing."

"Oh!"

"Come over here, you're blocking the sunlight."

"Oh!"

She was just standing at the edge of the stairs, almost falling.

Even crazy people can be gentle and handsome, don't be deceived when you go out.

"Oh!"

He frowned, "What else can you say besides 'oh'"

She stood in the sunlight, a bright smile on her face, "I understand, brother!"

"No laughing allowed."

She closed her mouth, her eyes flickering like the brightest star before dawn.

"You are the sixth child in your family, call me second brother."

"Second brother!"nds 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 bric...