nameless anxiety spread through her chest, her brows furrowed, eyes downcast, a mixture of sorrow and complexity in their depths.She was nervous, but he was calm.She was the one who was destined to b...The nutritionist hurried away from the second floor.
In the early morning, the entire manor fell into slumber.
Huo Mingzheng pushed open the bedroom door. Fu Yan was already asleep. He walked over, extinguished the lit incense, and sat down by the bed.
She curled up, lying on her side at the edge of the bed, a display of insecurity.
These days, she has been sleeping like this.
When they first got together, for most of the time, Fu Yan slept soundly in his arms, exhausted. It was only one time when he returned home late from a business trip that he discovered her sleeping position when she was alone.
She has always lacked a sense of security.
Huo Mingzheng gently traced her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, then took out a tube of ointment from his robe pocket. He lifted the covers, letting her head rest on his thigh, lying back to expose a large expanse of her neck skin.
He squeezed some ointment onto his fingertips and gently dabbed it on the cut on her neck. The image of her holding a shard of broken mirror, threatening him, flashed through his mind again.
He wiped his index finger clean with a damp tissue, held her close, and leaned against the headboard, closing his eyes.
A dim room, as if a sigh had escaped from it.
......
As the sun rose, Cao Fang got out of his car and walked up to the building, dripping with dew. He gently knocked on the bedroom door twice. Huo Mingzheng opened the door wearing a bathrobe. He closed the door behind him. Besides having some bloodshot eyes, his eyes were clear.
It was obvious he wasn't sleeping at all.
Cao Fang followed him into the study, and couldn't help but worry about Huo Mingzheng's health. From Fu Yan leaving Nancheng to Zurich, and then back to Nancheng, General Huo had very little time to rest.
Alas, Miss Fu didn't appreciate it at all. She kept giving Mr. Huo the cold shoulder and never cared about his health.
Ho Mingzheng fished the cigarette box and lighter from his desk, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette.
"Miss Li did indeed visit the nursing home yesterday morning."
He let go of the lighter and paused, his obsidian eyes as deep as an icy abyss, "Besides Xiaoxing, have you seen anyone else"
Cao Fang replied, "He gave the guard a red envelope and got him to drink. Probably he wanted to stop the guard from calling the dean. He also met Xiao Xing's life teacher and played with Xiao Xing for most of an hour. Later, Ji Lin also came. Something happened in between, and Ji Lin left in a hurry."
Have you asked the life coach yet
Cao Fang shook his head. "The welfare home's life teachers work on a rotating shift system, with a three-day rotation during the Spring Festival. She just finished her shift yesterday morning and handed over to other life teachers before returning home. I called her but got no answer. Someone has been sent to her hometown."
Huomingzheng's brow was cold.
Dawn broke, and the manor was shrouded in a thick fog. He walked to the window and lightly traced the frost on the glass with his finger. "It's probably hopeless."
Cao Fang was taken aback.
His phone rang at the same time.
"Fang Ge, we contacted people from Lao Luo's hometown. Lao Luo said she had informed her family and was expected to arrive around 3 PM yesterday. However, she hasn't returned yet, and her phone goes straight to voicemail. We checked the station's surveillance footage, and it shows Lao Luo got off the train. After that, she went to the restroom, and then disappeared."
Cao Fang's heart skipped a beat, as if a chill ran up from his feet, freezing him in place.
He looked at Huo Mingzheng and thought to himself, this Luo teacher is probably really “going back home.”fter all, before Huo Yuan's legs were disabled, his fame surpassed both Huo Mingzheng and Fu Hanlin. He was truly brilliant and radiant, with a noble status and remarkable prosperity.He just felt that...