Chapter 258

edom, muttering to himself, “These reporters are just idle. They even film when wealthy people pick someone up at the airport. Do they even need to follow them to the bathroom”People nearby laughed,...She ducked to the side.

Huo Mingzheng's hot lips brushed against her cheek, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe, his breath scorching, and in a husky voice he asked, "Not willing"

Fu Yan naturally didn't forget the deal she had made with Huo Mingzheng.

He saved her mother, and she became his lover.

He wanted her, it was a reasonable request within the deal.

"Hmm" A seductive voice drifted across her eardrums.

Fu Yan's eyes were moist and bright, but that night, Li Qin's words "boyfriend" woke her up completely. She struggled between morality and ethics.

She despised herself for this, but she couldn't help it.

She could only explain, "You're injured and can't move around comfortably."

"I'm only hurt in the shoulder." The man's gaze was fixed on her red lips, his knuckles gripping her jaw as he leaned down to kiss her again.

The hand holding the chin moved backward, fingers reaching under the cloak.

Fu Yan's butterfly bone on the right side was marked with another red mole, which was set off by her fair skin like a beautiful agate, making people love her.

She wasn't good at disguising herself, or perhaps her acting skills were terrible when facing Huo Mingzheng.

Her body trembled, and her clenched fists betrayed her unwillingness. Huo Mingzheng kissed her for a while, then opened his eyes to see her tightly closed eyelids fluttering eyelashes, completely out of it.

He lost interest, let go of her, sneered and got up to walk to the window and light a cigarette.

The bowl of porridge on the table was left untouched.

The news about Huo Mingzheng's injury has spread throughout the outside world. Having injured Huo Mingzheng, the Chen family is finished this time.

Besides the warning from Old Master Fu, no one in Nanshi dared to plead for the Chen family. However, every day, people came to see Huo Mingzheng under the pretense of visiting him, hoping to show their presence and curry favor with him.

Ke Huo Mingzheng is notoriously difficult to deal with.

So far, besides his close friends and family, no one else has been allowed into the ward.

So, by night, the ward was exceptionally quiet.

He opened the window to smoke, wearing only a thin hospital gown. The wind blew into his clothes, pressing against his chest and outlining his strong physique. His handsome face seemed even more aloof and unapproachable.

Ho Mingzheng saw the figure of Fu Yan approaching from the window glass. He smoked silently until she was only two or three steps away from him.

"Do you do this to everyone" He spoke without turning, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as he remained impassive.

She paused, her hand holding the coat, and stopped walking.

Ho Mingzheng chuckled wryly, "Or are you only willing to let go of everything and care about me because I took a knife for you"

"It's not just because you took a knife for me," Fu Yanxin's heart suddenly ached.

He thought she was making him congee and giving him her coat out of gratitude.

"Yeah, and also because I saved your mother." Huo Mingzheng took a hard drag of his cigarette, his lungs filling and contracting with each inhale, carrying a bitter taste that lingered in the air.

Fu Yan clenched her fingers tightly, letting out an "mm" sound.

There's no need to explain too much, he promised after all. He'll help her save her mother, and in two years she can leave his side.

Old Master Huo regarded her as a thorn in his side.

She will eventually leave the Huo family, him, and Li Qin. The rest of the Huo family will have nothing to do with them anymore.

Huo Mingzheng stubbed out his cigarette, the ember sputtering out with a hiss, just like the bottomless darkness in his eyes.

"Okay, just remember our agreement." his original position, but after ten minutes, the file on the computer screen hadn't turned a page.He turned his head, his gaze falling on Fu Yan's lips that were sometimes pursed and sometimes sligh...