Fu Yan washed a shower and lay on the sofa, took out her phone to search for Dr. Cheng.

A variety show was playing on the TV. After turning off the search interface, she opened WeChat.

Xia Xia was very clear about her salary level, and her circle of friends was also quite simple. Besides being cheated by Chen Shu before, the backgrounds of her other friends were very simple.

Even if it was just a coincidence that she hired Dr. Cheng, Xia's teahouse expenses exceeded her usual salary.

She knows Xiaoxia isn't the kind of person who wastes money.

There aren't many people in Nancheng who care so much about her health.

Ji Lin wouldn't hide it from her, besides, with Ji Lin's current state of mind, he had no time to worry about these things.

If it was Dr. Cheng who Fu Hanlin brought, he wouldn't have conspired with Xiaoxia to hide it from her.

The only possibility is...

Fu Yan's gaze lingered for a moment, her fingertip resting on the rose flower icon.

Her eyes didn't move away for a long time, her fingertips remained still, she just sat on the sofa, staring at the portrait, her heart churning with countless emotions, her eyes turning red inch by inch.

......

In the study of a famous residence in Jinling, Cao Fang placed several documents on his desk.

This is an urgent document.

Ho Mingzheng washed up and pushed open the study door. The silvery-grey bathrobe outlined the man's figure, making him appear particularly tall and slender. One hand casually messed with his damp short hair, while the other glided across his phone screen.

A WeChat message popped up.

The top profile picture is a slender, fair hand holding a bouquet of roses.

At this moment, an unread message is displayed on the profile picture.

Huo Mingzheng's hand, which was playing with his short hair, paused. A gleam flashed in his eyes as he realized something and closed the chat box.

Caofang was tidying up the old materials on his desk, some of which were useless. He threw them into the shredder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Huo Mingzheng standing motionless by the bookshelf. He took advantage of the downtime and glanced back.

Only seeing Huo Mingzheng holding his phone, staring at the screen, his thin lips curled up slightly, a very faint smile came out of his throat.

Visible relief.

Caofang was stunned.

Huo Mingzheng has always been a person who prefers actions to words. Even when he smiles, it's just a very faint fluctuation of emotion.

He had never seen Mr. Huo smile so openly before.

No, it's not that there has never been any such thing. Before I had any conflicts with Miss Fu, every time I interacted with her, after Mr. Huo returned to his car or hung up Miss Fu's phone, he often felt cheerful.

Needless to say, Mr. Huo must be looking into things related to Miss Fu.

But what exactly happened to make Mr. Huo so happy?

However, the next second, he heard Huo Mingzheng's phone make a ding sound, like a WeChat notification.

Huo Mingzheng's face immediately fell, and even the air around him grew cold.

Caofang was puzzled and didn't dare to ask, so after tidying up his things, he left and shut the door to the study.

Ho Mingzheng looked at the two messages in the chat box.

One was two minutes ago: {Thank you.}

The instant he saw these two characters, he already knew that Fu Yan had guessed it. She would take the initiative to thank him, indicating that she was not angry.

However, when he saw another message, he thought she was better off being angry.

Ho Mingzheng took a deep breath, feeling the pain pierce his heart for the first time.

He strode over to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled out his phone and opened the dialer. He dialed those eleven digits he knew by heart without hesitation.

The phone rang three times, and the other party picked up.

(Editor in charge:romance novels)