Chapter 659

nse and didn't say much more.After leaving the company, Fu Yan stopped a taxi and went back to Huo Gongguan. She had something to confirm with Song Qing霜.Back at the Huo Mansion, it was past dinner ti..."Miss Fu, you're here." Sun the secretary greeted her.

Previously, when Ms. Fu was still at Xin Cheng, Mr. Sun addressed her as "Ms. Fu, Deputy Director". Now that Ms. Fu has resigned from Xin Cheng, Mr. Sun feels it is more appropriate to address her as "Ms. Fu".

This cry, "Miss Fu," caused Fu Hanlin, who was in the ward tending to Old Master Fu, to pause his actions.

After that, he continued to wipe his grandfather's hands.

I could only see his back, yet I could feel his silent sorrow.

It is widely said that Fu Hanlin appears to be a gentleman, but deep down he is cold and indifferent.

But Fu Yan knew, he was particularly filial to his grandfather and father.

Especially Grandpa.

After Fu Hanlin and his father had cleaned the old man up, Fu Hanlin wrapped black gauze around his own arm. He turned and walked out of the ward. As he passed by Fu Yan's side, his footsteps paused slightly.

"My condolences," Fu Yan said to him.

Fu Hanlin's eyes were slightly red behind his glasses. "Grandpa died with a smile on his face," he said, "He said he was finally reunited with grandma, that he was happy. He didn't want to see us cry."

Fu Hanlin finished speaking, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, stuffed it into Fu Yan's hand, and walked away.

A tear rolled from her eye and fell.

Huo Mingzheng witnessed the scene at the end of the corridor, but did not step forward.

At this time, it's the right thing to not step forward.

Qin Heng stood beside him, "Don't take it to heart."

He knew Huo Mingzheng wasn't a person who couldn't tell right from wrong, but his heart must have been a little uncomfortable.

But he was wrong.

Huo Mingzheng retracted his gaze, turning to walk towards the smoking area, Qin Heng following behind.

He Mingzheng lit a cigarette, the swirling smoke obscuring the emotions in his eyes, "I didn't take it to heart."

These years, compared to my grandfather, the old master Fu, who had a short time with her, is more like her grandfather. She must be very sad now.

He only cared about her emotions; other people were unimportant to him. He didn't care about them and didn't want to make her heart ache anymore because of those unfounded feelings of jealousy.

Who said it wasn't

Qin Heng also felt quite uncomfortable.

To say that Fu Yan was treated poorly in the Huo family for those ten years, besides the few years when her fifth uncle was alive, is an understatement. After his death, she became increasingly ostracized. At that time, her mother was still oblivious and had no time to care for her. Fu Yan's understanding of familial love was purely instinctive—a sense of closeness and a desire to protect.

But at least Lian wasn't completely without anything. She still had her mother.

Qin Heng looked at him meaningfully, "You've changed, A Zheng."

Ho Mingzheng smiled wryly.

Fu Yan kept vigil outside the ward until midnight. She didn't do much else, just like Ji Lin, she stayed here as a friend.

Ji Lin worried that her body wouldn't be able to handle it, but he had to wait for Fu Jing to return home before leaving. He wasn't going so soon.

He sent Yao to the first floor and saw Huo Mingzheng standing by her car.

Fu Yan also saw Huo Mingzheng. In fact, she had seen him before going upstairs.

Ji Lin's footsteps faltered.

So Huo Mingzheng is still here.

Although I don't want to admit it, Huo Mingzheng is indeed very different from before now.

If Huo Mingzheng had been as good at dealing with Fu Yan in the past as he is now, he wouldn't have opposed their relationship so much.

But he still didn't want to give Fu Yan into Huo Mingzheng's hands, abusing her first before chasing her back. What did Huo Mingzheng think of his little Fu Yan

There's no such thing as a free lunch!

He ignored Huo Mingzheng directly and called his own driver, "Lao Chen, send Xiaoyan back.".The moment the curtain was lifted, a crisp voice drifted in on the wind, "Sister Yan, how did you find this shop You didn't bring me here, I really couldn't have found it. Is it really as delicious a...