spoke, his tone was conciliatory, as if inviting discussion. Yet inexplicably, it also carried an air of finality that made refusal seem impossible.Are all superiors like thisHe is, he also is.Thinki...Fu Yan returned home at half past ten.

She just stepped out of the elevator, and the elevator doors closed again. The hallway was dark.

A crimson glimmer flickered near her doorstep, a vague silhouette dancing in the light.

The previous shadow made Fu Yan's scalp tingle. Just as she was about to run away, the figure let out a light cough.

The motion sensor light in the hallway turned on.

It was Huo Mingzheng's handsome face.

And several cigarette butts littered the trash can beside him.

It's clear he has been waiting here for quite a while.

Fu Yan's breath, held in her throat, suddenly escaped with a soft whoosh, her heart pounding wildly.

She took a breath.

Ho Mingzheng stubbed out his cigarette and strode over, "Scared"

Fu Yan retreated a step and shook her head.

The smell of tobacco on him was strong, it made her eyes hurt, both aching and stinging, the rims of her eyes were red.

Ho Mingzheng, seeing her state, could no longer hold back and pulled her into his arms. "It's not your fault, it's mine. You can blame me, scold me, even hurt me, but you can't ignore me."

Fu Yan pushed him away, "I've always ignored you. You misunderstood."

"Am I really misunderstanding" Huo Mingzheng's gaze locked onto her.

Fu Yan didn't want to say anything more to him. She turned around and strode toward her home, leaving Huo Mingzheng behind.

Ho Mingzheng chased after her from behind, grabbed her arm and stopped her in her tracks.

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She had been scared just now, but this should have eased by now. However, her complexion was still not good, with beads of cold sweat on her forehead.

Ho Mingzheng frowned, then saw the plastic bag she was holding from a convenience store, with a few packs of sanitary napkins visible inside.

"Stomach ache" The grip on her arm tightened slightly before releasing a bit, but wouldn't let her break free.

"Just leave it alone."

As soon as Fu Yan's words fell, Huo Mingzheng pulled her to the door and swiftly pressed the code into the keypad lock.

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment, ignoring the pain in her abdomen, "How..."

The password to her house was known only to her and Xiaoxiao, but considering she used to live in a luxurious mansion before, Li Qin had easily guessed the code on the door. This time, she had learned her lesson.

He chose a password that almost no one would guess.

She doesn't believe that Huo Mingzheng would know.

He Mingzheng paused his fingertips on the combination lock, a layer of gloom covering his eyes. He said casually, “Before you came back, I was bored and tried a few times.”

The door opened, Huo Mingzheng pulled her in, and directly lifted her up and placed her on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall. He then knelt down to help her change into slippers.

He opened the shoe cabinet and glanced inside, but there were no men's slippers.

He was very satisfied with the result.

She explained that no man had ever been to her house, not even Fu Hanlin, who was probably just wandering around downstairs.

He took off his shoes and, wearing only socks, picked her up and carried her into the living room.

He placed her on the sofa and pulled a blanket from beside it, shaking it out to cover her abdomen and legs.

"Where's the brown sugar" Huo Mingzheng asked her in a low voice.

Fu Yan turned her head to the other side, probably because the pain in her abdomen was too intense. She bit her lip, beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead, not making a sound. dared not admit that he would let her give birth to the child and then entrust the child to Li Qin for raising.Her eyes were moist, but her gaze was filled with stubbornness. She said in a soft voice...