Chapter 242

Mingzheng's gaze swept casually across the corner, where the light was dimmer. A woman sat there quietly, her head bowed as she poured and drank.As if sensing the man's gaze, Fu Yan raised her eyes s...It's not something to be ashamed of.

She said, "Big brother."

Huo Mingzheng's hand paused, his eyes darkened. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Yan said again, "Ji Lin."

The man frowned.

Then Fu Yan said again, "My mother."

His fingers tightened around the cotton swab.

And Xiaoxiao.

Ho Mingzheng's lips pursed into a straight line.

In ancient times, Ji Lin, Song Qing霜, Xia... Huo Mingzheng.

He suddenly drew out ointment from his right hand, along with a cotton swab, and shoved it into Fu Yan's hand. "Apply it yourself," he said coldly.

Fu Yan looked at his back as he walked towards the bathroom with a face full of confusion.

But if you're going to do it yourself, do it quickly.

Her half face was that big, Huo Mingzheng rubbed for a long time, and if someone didn't know, they would think he was doing some kind of beauty treatment on her face.

After applying the medicine, she left as well.

Huo Mingzheng walked out after washing his hands, and saw her with her back to him tidying up the medicine ointment and cotton swabs on the tea table, as well as the scattered documents beside them, neatly stacked together.

"No need to clean up, we'll be watching again later."

Fu Yan's hand froze, and she put the file back down.

She subconsciously looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock. He was still looking at documents this late, wasn't he planning to sleep

However, that's just how Huo Mingzheng is—he never stops working.

In her memory, Huo Mingzheng's only time getting sick with a fever was half a year after he took over the family business. He worked day and night, his body exhausted, illness invaded his body, and the disease came like a mountain, it took a full month to recover.

"Go wash your hands." The man walked over and ordered, "Then go to the bedside table on the right and get my private seal."

The company has important documents that need the president's signature. Huo Mingzheng injured his right shoulder and his right hand is not very nimble. He is not used to using his left hand, so he will use his private seal instead of signing the documents himself.

Fu Yan washed her hands and came out, pulling open the bedside drawer and seeing a blackwood box.

She thought it was his private seal, but when she opened it, she found a jade hairpin. She didn't know what kind of jade it was. Her index finger accidentally touched it, and there was a slight coolness, just like the feeling the jade ring on Huo Mingzheng's left hand gave her.

If her guess is right, it should be the same kind of water, a rare and precious treasure in the world.

He and his ring are a pair, representing the man's power and status, and the woman's tenderness.

It goes without saying that it's for Li Qin.

The bedside lamp illuminated her impassive face, and she then silently closed the box.

Further inside the drawer, I saw Huo Mingzheng's personal seal box, made of small leaf purple sandalwood.

Fu Yan held Huo Mingzheng's private seal and walked to him, handing it over.

Huo Mingzheng's gaze shifted from her hand to her face, his eyes deep and carrying a hint of inquiry.

"It's getting late, I should go now." Fu Yan placed the seal on the table.

Huo Mingzheng withdrew his gaze, holding a file in his left hand and said leisurely, "I saved you, I don't expect you to add fragrance to your sleeves and help me out. Just help me flip through the files and stamp them. Isn't that too much to ask"esight fully met the standards for an Air Force pilot. Even after spending just over a year mastering four years' worth of financial knowledge, his eyesight remained perfect.Qin Heng, who had started...