Chapter 687

ould he have been bewitched and confused to appear at her doorstep early in the morning""One enticement at a time, which eye did you see that with" Song Qing霜 still wanted to argue with her, but was h...After racking her brains for a long time, she couldn't come up with any insults to hurl at him. Embarrassed and furious, she desperately wanted to get off his legs, but Huo Mingzheng still held her waist tightly. "Yanyan," he mumbled, "I'm drunk, just lean against me for a while, hmm"

"You can lean against the backrest." Fu Yan pushed but couldn't move him away.

"The backrest is too hard."

"Fu Yan: "..."

This limited-edition Bentley worldwide, the seats are too hard...

She knew Huo Mingzheng's alcohol tolerance was good, but tonight he really drank a lot. At the banquet outside, no one would dare to make him drink so much. This time it broke his bottom line, didn't it

Even Uncle Ji, who usually has a good tolerance for alcohol, was drunk like that. After the alcohol kicked in, Huo Mingzheng had probably reached his limit as well.

Seeing that he was indeed quite drunk, Fu Yan didn't move. She waited until he seemed to have calmed down before trying to pull her fingers out from the ones entwined with his.

As soon as she moved, Huo Mingzheng's head that had been resting on her shoulder shifted.

"Yanyan, you're not being good."

It's not worth arguing with a drunk.

However, the hand tightened its grip even more, and the head pressed against the nape of the neck shifted slightly.

Huo Mingzheng's breath all blew across her collarbone, it was both itchy and numb. There was a particularly itchy patch there, she was so itchy that she retracted her neck, the whole person surged forward and fell onto Huo Mingzheng's shoulder.

Their posture like this, is like an embrace.

Ho Mingzheng's hand on her waist moved upward, smoothing her back. "Let me hold you for a while, I miss you."

Even though she was right in front of him, living under his very nose, he said he missed her terribly.

A crack seemed to appear in the depths of Fu Yan's heart. She held her breath, letting out a shallow sigh, but her chest still felt tight and constricted, aching with every beat.

The car drove into Jinshen Mansion. Fu Yan got off the car, and Huo Mingzheng followed closely behind her.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo, welcome back."

Butler Lao stood in the hallway.

Fu Yan changed her shoes at the entrance, "Lao Luo, boil a bowl of sobering soup. Your Mr. Huo is drunk."

After she finished speaking, she didn't look at Huo Mingzheng and went straight upstairs.

Luo Shu walked up to Huo Mingzheng's face, momentarily undecided, "Mr. Huo, do you need this"

Huo Mingzheng's gaze shifted away from Fu Yan's retreating figure. There wasn't a hint of intoxication in his eyes. He was truly drunk, and he genuinely wanted to hold her.

"She tells you to cook, so you cook. From now on, her words are in front of me."

Luo Shu didn't ignore Huo Mingzheng's doting smile. He watched Huo Mingzheng go upstairs, and Cao Fang walked in just as he let out a sigh. "Luo Shu, what are you sighing about"

Lu Shu retracted his gaze, thinking back to the last time he asked Cao Fang a question. Cao Fang gave him some unreliable answers, and he let out another sigh, "You don't understand."

Cao Fang was taken aback. Was there anything he didn't understand

After showering, Fu Yan lay in bed. It was almost eleven thirty at night, and the entire estate had quieted down.

Suddenly, my phone made a ding sound and a WeChat message appeared on the screen.

She clicked to open it. It was a message from Huo Mingzheng: "Good night, Yan Yan. That photo isn't ugly, it's cute."

Fu Yan kicked the pillow next to her leg away, "I'm so annoyed!"y test from the floor. Just before throwing it in the trash, she hesitated, opened her phone camera, took a picture of it, and saved it to WeChat.His fingertips gently traced over the photograph, his...