ven to this day, he still takes special care of her;The second reason is that she has a debt of gratitude to Huo Mingzheng equivalent to saving her life.Outside opinions are mixed, but the most widely..."Bit your tongue" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Fu Yan was in so much pain that her eyes welled up with tears, she dodged Huo Yuan's hand.

When Huo Yuan saw her, he loosened his grip and said, "Eat slowly."

Fu Yanxin absentmindedly hummed in response, but her mind was already occupied with the thought that Huo Mingzheng's birthday was approaching.

He is thirty.

This time last year she was still thinking about what special gift to get him for his birthday, but she couldn't come up with anything. Now there's no need to even think about it anymore.

......

A black Bentley was parked downstairs in the residential building. Huo Mingzheng opened the car door and got out, striding with long legs into the building on his right.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped in, just as they were about to close, someone rushed over.

"Excuse me, wait for me!"

A deliveryman wearing blue work clothes rushed into the elevator.

He nodded sheepishly to Huo Mingzheng and turned to press the floor button, only to find that the other person had pressed the same floor he was going to.

Thinking and thinking, he suddenly remembered something. He turned to look, his gaze falling on the other person's handsome face, his eyes brightening suddenly.

"It's you then"

Huo Mingzheng's cold gaze fell on his face, and then he recognized him.

That day, he was drunk and asked Yan to go to the Night Return bar with him. As a result, when they arrived under the Jing Sheng Garden building, she gave him to a delivery guy.

The man in front of me is the delivery guy.

"Hey there," the young man said, "Mister, don't you live at Jing Sheng Garden"

He remembered it too clearly. After several years of delivering takeout, it was the first time he had delivered to "someone." At that moment, he could tell that the other party must be someone powerful and influential.

He only thought that rich people lived in prime locations, how could they live in Jing Sheng Garden

But the rich have ways of thinking that are beyond the comprehension of us poor people.

Although this neighborhood is a significant improvement over Jing Sheng Garden, it doesn't seem to quite match his demeanor.

Huo Mingzheng simply hummed in response, emotionless. Seeing that he didn't press the floor button, his gaze fell on the takeout bag in his hand.

There are only two households on the twelfth floor. One belongs to Fu Yan, and the other was bought by him a few days ago. Now, only Fu Yan lives there.

“Give me the takeout,” he said, extending his hand.

The delivery guy was taken aback. "What did you order"

"Hmm."

Just to be safe, the delivery guy still asked cautiously, "Could you please provide your phone number"

"13xxx059xxx."

The delivery guy glanced at the phone number on the takeout order, it was right, it matched.

He glanced at the name above again, then back at Huo Mingzheng. His eyes seemed to look at him as if he were a pervert.

But in that instant, when their eyes met, he was struck by the power in the other person's gaze and immediately meekly handed over the takeout.

"Here you go."

They arrived at the twelfth floor. Huo Mingzheng stepped out of the elevator, and the voice-controlled lights in the corridor turned on.

A sound of inhalation came from behind, and Huo Mingzheng turned around instinctively. He saw the delivery guy rubbing his arms, as if he was rubbing goosebumps off.

He glanced down at the name on the takeout order and immediately understood why the other person had been looking at him that way.

This miss won't starve.

Huo Mingzheng's temples twitched.

What's this namelight, Fu Yan peered through the gaps between the stairs, unable to make out how many people there were, only blurry shadows.The wooden stairs creaked under the weight of several burly men. Fu Yan was...