Chapter 34

. Besides, you don't need to go to that gathering for the wives. They never look down on us anyway, so why bother sticking your face into a cold butt""What do you understand" Song Qing霜 said displease...Cao Yuan didn't answer, he picked up the drunk Xia with one hand, like carrying a little chick.

Fu Yan helped to put Xiaoxiao into the car, and then drove to Huo Mingzheng's car, which was about 500 meters away.

The car stopped downstairs at Fu Yanhua's building. She held onto the car door, said thank you, and Huo Mingzheng hummed in response, rubbing his jade ring finger, his gaze swept over her retreating figure.

Has anyone been caught

"Got him," Cao Fang replied.

......

Fu Yan walked out of the elevator. The motion-sensor lights in the corridor had been broken these past few days, leaving it pitch black except for the faint glow of the emergency exit signs.

Suddenly, she saw a figure standing at her doorstep.

She was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and she ran away as fast as she could.

"Fu Yan, it's me."

That shadowy figure spoke, its voice familiar.

She stopped short, turned back, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she recognized the man before her.

This is Fu Jing. He's wearing a black jacket over a white hooded sweatshirt. His eyes are gentle, and he's carrying something in his hand.

Fú Yánjīng let out a breath, her soul still shaken. Fù Jǐng wore an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, did I frighten you"

Fu Yan shook her head, her heart pounding fast, the lingering fear hadn't disappeared yet. She put on a relaxed expression, "Don't blame you, I'm just easily scared."

Something happened tonight, she's feeling uneasy, thinking it might be another weirdo.

It's still Fu Jing.

"I just got here, your phone was off when I called and no one answered the door. I thought something might have happened to you and was about to call the police." Fu Jing said as if joking, his lighthearted tone easing the tension that had filled the air earlier.

Only then did Fu Yan see that her phone had run out of battery.

There were too many harassing calls today, and she didn't even notice her phone shutting down automatically when it ran out of power.

"I heard from Ji Lin that you were from Guangcheng before. I just got back tonight after a two-day trip to Guangcheng. I brought some local specialties, you should like them." Fu Jing handed the food box in his hand to Fu Yan.

substantial and weighty.

"Would you like to eat some with me" Fu Yan took so many things from the other person, she felt especially embarrassed.

Fu Jing shook his head. "I've eaten too much these two days. It's good to see that you're fine. I'll go first."

He smiled and bade farewell to Fu Yan, as if his visit was solely for the purpose of bringing her food.

Back home, Fu Yan opened the lunch box. It was insulated and contained steamed rice rolls, Chaoshan braised dishes, and 馬蹄糕 (a type of sweet sticky rice cake).

At the very bottom of the lunch box, there is a bowl of sugar water.

This is her favorite preserved tangerine red bean paste.

She picked up the spoon and took a bite, it was very authentic and tasted exactly like what her father used to make when she was little.

So many years have passed, but nothing has changed.

Her eyes turned red for a moment, and her heart felt warm.

......

A man covered in blood lay motionless on the ground in the abandoned cement factory on the outskirts of town.

"Save...me...save..."

Cao Fang kicked the man down with one foot. The man fell back to the ground, unable to even make a sound.

He had his eyes half-closed, not because he didn't want to close them completely, but because he was afraid. Afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would be beaten again.

This group of people was too brutal, they beat him to death!

Poo coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the air that had been stuck in his throat finally passed.

The man's eyes were filled with terror, he stammered and begged for mercy: "I've said everything I know, and confessed everything... Please... please let me go."

Huo Mingzheng stubbed out his cigarette, his cold eyes soaking into the dew of the night. "Since you like to show off so much, then cut it off."

The blade flashed in the moonlight, and the dying man suddenly came back to life, screaming for help...a gentle press of this soft, crimson hue intensifies its captivating allure.She wasn't drunk, but she was definitely tipsy. Every inch of her was alluring.Huo Mingzheng's eyes darkened, his voice husk...