Chapter 420: The Land of Gentle Passages, Heroes' Tombs

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At three in the morning, Huo Mingzheng felt the vibration of his smartwatch on his wrist. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look at the person in his arms.

Even in dim light, he could see Fu Yan's face clearly in this environment.

She slept soundly, her profile pressed against his arm, a soft lump.

Huo Mingzheng raised his arm and turned off the alarm on his smartwatch.

He usually only wears a business watch, and he only uses a sports watch when working out. But late at night, he had to hurry back to Huo Gong Guan, setting an alarm clock for fear of waking up Fu Yan. He then put on his sports watch, the vibration only he could feel.

Fu Yan unconsciously burrowed into Huo Mingzheng's arms. At this moment, she didn't know that Huo Mingzheng was about to leave.

The man gazed down at her silently for a while, savoring these few seconds. When five minutes had passed, he sighed soundlessly, kissed her forehead, and then gently laid her down on the pillow.

Who would have thought that he, who has always been decisive and ruthless, would also have such a hard time parting ways.

No wonder they say that gentle lands are the tombs of heroes.

As Qin Heng said, he had fallen for Fu Yan in this lifetime.

Getting out of bed, Huo Mingzheng stretched his slightly sore arms and remembered the ridiculous joke Qin Heng had told him earlier.

Qin Heng said his classmate had also treated a young couple.

That was a couple deeply in love, very much infatuated with each other.

Every night, the girl would cuddle in the boy's arms and fall asleep with his arm as her pillow. After a long time, the boy developed shoulder periarthritis, and the girl developed cervical spondylosis.

He glanced back at Fu Yan, who was fast asleep. It seemed like this habit needed to be changed.

Downstairs, he went straight to the underground car park. Cao Fang was already standing by the car door. As he stepped out of the elevator, he happened to see Cao Fang yawning.

Cao Fang saw Huo Mingzheng, and immediately retracted the yawn he had halfway through. His eyes welled up with tears, and he strained his facial muscles and eyelids to appear more awake.

Huo Mingzheng walked straight over and sat in the back seat, "Didn't you have a half-day rest"

"I don't trust others to drive." Cao Fang closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat, "I also slept for four or five hours, enough."

He slept well, went back to take a refreshing shower and fell asleep in bed.

In deep sleep, that much time is enough for him.

Huo Mingzheng indeed ordered him to rest for half a day in Mingyu Mansion, and to change shifts with a quick-witted bodyguard.

Although they were both brought out by him and Cao Yuan, and were one hundred percent reliable, he still couldn't bear to entrust such an important matter to others.

After all, who knows if there are others in the Romont family who might want to poison Ho Ming now that Simon is dead.

Ho Mingzheng didn't say anything, and ordered him to drive.

The carriage slowly drove away from Mingyu Mansion. Even though there wasn't any sound, Fu Yan suddenly woke up from her sleep. She instinctively reached out to the side of the bed and her hand still felt warm.

A lamp illuminated the headboard, its brightness set to the most comfortable level.

She shot up from the bed, and there wasn't a sound coming from the bathroom.

Huo Ming left.

In the spacious room, she was all alone. Even with the furniture there, it still felt empty.

The layout of Mingyu Mansion's house is similar to that of famous residences in Jinling. She currently sleeps on the third floor, and the second floor is also the master bedroom area. On the surface, it appears that Huo Mingzheng sleeps there.

Except for Luo Shu who lives in the room on the first floor, everyone else lives on the second floor.

Fu Yan lay back down on the bed, leaning on the pillow and reaching for Huo Mingzheng's used pillow. As a result, she felt something.

She clutched it in her hand and upon closer inspection, it was a small dog plushie. It had white fur, shiny black eyes, and was only the size of her palm, incredibly tiny. Even each strand of fur was meticulously detailed.

Fu Yan suddenly remembered the small dog-shaped window decorations she had cut at a famous mansion in Jinling before. Huo Mingzheng recognized them, and she jokingly told him she had cut them according to his likeness. Unexpectedly, he kept it in mind and actually bought her a small dog plush toy to replace him and sleep with her.

Fu Yan held the small doll close to her chest, imagining Huo Mingzheng's appearance and giggled. She turned around, burying her face in her pillow, her heart feeling both itchy and warm.

"Ho Mingzheng, you really are…"

The next day, Fu Yan went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

Luo Shu ordered someone to set out the breakfast. However, the moment he met eyes with Fu Yan, his gaze immediately darted away.

At first, Fu Yan didn't feel anything. However, when she made eye contact with Lao Shu, he always unnaturally averted his gaze, which piqued her curiosity. "Lao Shu, have you done something wrong"

Luo Shu thought to himself, how could this straightforward girl stab him in the heart like that

He didn't look at Fu Yan, lowering his head and saying with a stoic face, "Miss Fu, you are wronging me."

Fu Yanxin's doubts deepened, "You're looking at me when I speak."

Lao Shu looked up at her, his eyes clear and honest, without a trace of abnormality. Fu Yan didn't know what she was thinking about, but she couldn't help but smile.

Luo Shu looked completely baffled.

After breakfast, the bodyguard drove Fu Yan's car to the porch. She took the car keys, got in, and smiled at Lao Luo: "Don't worry about it. Report to him as you see fit. I know it was all his idea."

Lao Shu's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed!

Miss Fu didn't treat him as a peeping tom, and he couldn't help but praise her: "Miss Fu still has bright eyes, clearing my name."

"Oh" Fu Yan's voice trailed off with a playful smirk. "No wonder you haven't been looking at my eyes. You thought I thought you were a peeping tom, didn't you Huo Zong must have gotten you to take the blame."

Lao Shu: "..."

He hurriedly handed Fu Yan's bag up, "Ms. Fu, you better go to work now. If you keep talking, you'll be late."

Fu Yan looked at him with a frustrated face, wishing she would leave quickly but not daring to show it. Finally, she couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, Luo Shu, just tell him I'm good."

Looking at the car driving away, Lao Luo sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Uncle Luo, are you feeling unwell" the passing maid asked with concern.

Lao Shu let out a long sigh and watched as the maid hadn't finished sweeping up the fallen leaves. In the past, he would have scolded her a few times, but today he thought about it and decided to let it go. After all, everyone's money isn't easy to earn.

"It's nothing, I just think everyone is working very hard."

He's so tough, this "couple" is using him as part of their game, isn't he

But thinking about how they are now so "husband and wife following each other", Lao Luo's heart finally felt at ease.

As long as Mr. Huo and Miss Fu are in a good relationship, he is willing to take the blame for anything.

He quickly took out his phone, ready to call Huo Mingzheng to report on Fu Yan's situation. Seeing the time, he thought that this should be the time to send his grandfather for cremation, so he put his phone away again.s the same – boring and uneventful every year. Except for the two years he spent with Fu Yan, his thirty years of birthdays had never tasted as good. 。The flavor wasn't just limited to her dark dishes...