Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind her and wrapped around hers. "Cold?"

The palms were warm and dry, the fingertips, with their slight calluses, gently grazed her delicate skin. It was a hand that belonged to only one person.

Fu Yan instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Huo Mingzheng tightened his grip. "Cutting window decorations takes a lot of time and effort, no need to do it anymore."

Saying that, he took the scissors and the cut-out window decorations from her hands. Just as he was about to hold them up to take a look, Fu Yan, who had been ignoring him all along, suddenly snatched them back.

"Give it back to me!"

Ho Mingzheng agilely moved the paper window aside, Fu Yan rushed forward, her hands propping up against the back of the sofa. Perhaps because the living room was warm, she cut the window flower seriously and nervously, her face slightly flushed, looking much healthier, and her whole person seemed more lively.

She's no longer the one you see during the day, lifeless and puppet-like.

Ho Mingzheng slightly curled his lips, but he didn't return the window flower to her. Instead, taking advantage of his height, he reached up and looked at it in the light.

Is it a puppy?

The nutritionist was taken aback and quickly explained, "It's a bull, Ms. Fu cut a bull. This year is the Year of the Ox."

Ho Mingzheng couldn't help but smile, looking at the "ox" in his hand with its drooping "horns." He said seriously, "It's an ox with astonishing skeletal structure."

Both the maid and the nutritionist couldn't help but stifle their laughter.

Several maids secretly glanced at Huo Mingzheng's face. It turned out that Huo always looked so handsome when he smiled, no wonder so many ladies from prominent families in Nancheng wanted to marry him.

However, they only admired him in their hearts. They held the utmost respect and admiration for Mr. Huo, not daring to have any improper thoughts.

Fu Yanmian passed by Huo Mingzheng's face with an expressionless face and went straight upstairs.

Ho Mingzheng put down the scissors, took the paper window decorations, and followed her footsteps. He gently enveloped her hand in his, "Are you angry?"

He had a faint smell of alcohol on him. Fu Yan sarcastically said to him, "Mr. Huo, did you drink fake wine?"

To have someone decorate the estate and to do so with such festivity, and even to tease her with her window decorations, this was not at all like that cold and aloof Huo Mingzheng who never seemed approachable.

Ho Mingzheng's lip line lifted slightly, and on that stunning face, his features seemed to glow with a new vibrancy. He was so beautiful that one couldn't look away.

If it were in the past, Fu Yan would have definitely let herself sink into despair.

At this moment, Huo Mingzheng's every frown and smile was a thorn to her, a poison.

She retracted her gaze and turned to walk towards the master bedroom.

"Yaoyao."

Huo Mingzheng suddenly called out to her from behind.

Fu Yan's footsteps unconsciously came to a halt, and she immediately frowned, twisting the doorknob.

The man behind her took a step, his warm hand gripping hers tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

Ho Mingzheng's voice was low and husky, "You couldn't take the window flower from my hand just now, so have you ever thought about how you managed to snatch the gun from me that night?"

Seeing her eyelashes tremble, his hand clenched, and his voice grew tight, "Don't you really notice anything at all?"

"I never intended to replace you with Li Qin, not from the beginning to the end."

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