late to go back home to add clothes.She was wearing thin clothes today. She sneezed several times when she came out of the company, her nose was slightly red now, and there were a few teardrops on he...Fu Yan went to the drawer and randomly pulled out a tie. When she got it in her hand, she realized it was the one she had bought herself.

Just as she was about to change, Huo Mingzheng grabbed her hand and took a few glances. "I think this one is good, try it on."

"This is cheap, it doesn't suit you." Fu Yan withdrew her hand, wanting to put the tie back.

Huo Mingzheng clenched his fist, unable to tell if he was joking or not. "Isn't it said online that I can be dignified even wearing a sack Being able to wear an inexpensive tie with elegance is also my skill."

Fu Yan really wanted to say that he had no shame, but the fact was, he truly did. Huo Mingzheng was naturally a clothes hanger, never someone who was complemented by them.

But she just didn't want to use this tie, but Huo Mingzheng clearly wanted her to.

At a standstill, Fu Yan thought that it was better to endure a short pain than a long one. Huo Mingzheng stabbed her several times with the knife. She should have been numb by now. He wanted to see what would make her feel embarrassed.

This time, Huo Mingzheng cooperated and didn't make things difficult for her.

Fu Yan made a skillful knot, unwilling to tangle with him any longer. She said without looking back, "This one's good, let's take this one."

Ho Mingzheng snorted coldly: "You're getting better and better at lying through your teeth. This tie doesn't look good, and besides, it's the wrong one."

He took off his tie and threw it to her.

Fu Yan gritted her teeth and endured, striking again. Huo Mingzheng was still unsatisfied.

"Mr. Huo, what style do you prefer" Fu Yan couldn't bear it any longer.

"One moment you call me Erge, the next Huo Zong. How many identities do I have" He loosened his tie and his face darkened.

"Huo Mingzheng, what do you want to do!"

Huo Mingzheng looked at Fu Yan, who was looking like a puffed-up cat, and smiled, "Finally couldn't hold back"

The tie was put back in her hands.

"Very good, it's up to my satisfaction."

Fu Yan tightened her tie, unable to stand Huo Mingzheng's relentless teasing. She took a deep breath, "Does Shen Wei know you're so good at flirting"

He smoothed out his collar and said matter-of-factly, "Well, maybe we can give it a try next time."

She couldn't bear to say any more to him. Every word felt like a knife twisting in her heart. She couldn't take it anymore, so she dropped her tie and turned away, ready to leave.

However, he was stopped by Huo Mingzheng's grip on his wrist. "You can't contain your excitement and are restless. Then write a couplet for me, something like 'a hundred years of happiness together'."

Fu Yan wanted to say he was crazy.

Ho Mingzheng leaned in, coming close to her ear, his voice low and husky: "Your calligraphy is quite good. When did you learn"

He saw the words she had written in the study. Fu Yan clenched her fingers, he definitely recognized them.

"Copying my handwriting secretly" His voice dropped even lower.

Fu Yan's scalp tingled, and after a long pause, she said, "I used to be interested in learning calligraphy. Your writing is just barely legible."

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Barely."

He seemed to have made up his mind: "Since you appreciate it so much, wait until you get married, and I'll write a couplet for you"

She got married....

Fu Yan never thought about marrying anyone else. She shook her head and remained silent.

Ho Mingzheng lowered his eyes to look at Fu Yan, who was so close. After all, she was still young, and her lie had betrayed her. Her cheeks were flushed, a mixture of shame and anger, and her eyes were red-rimmed as if she was about to cry.

But he knew she wouldn't cry, her temper was as stubborn as ten oxen couldn't pull.

Man's warm breath approached, Fu Yan was too familiar with Huo Mingzheng's reaction, he was moved.

He may have been planning this whole act even when she first put a tie on him.

She quickly raised her elbow to jab him in the chest, but he effortlessly caught her hand and pressed it against the mirror in front of them, where she had tied a scarf she bought.

"Ho Mingzheng..."

The man grabbed her chin, and a fierce kiss swept over her like a tidal wave.

Fu Yan Teng didn't make a move, but with all his might on his feet, he was effortlessly broken through. He strode forward with his long legs, pressing against her kneecap, and held her captive from above.

Stepping back a little, his voice was hoarse and low, gritting his teeth as he growled, "Fu Yan, don't tell me you don't feel anything.", today's marketplace belongs to the young generation, but Director Lei firmly declined: "Sorry, Miss Fu."Fu Yan's eyes flickered, she didn't miss the fleeting embarrassment on the other person's face...