s even more flawless: "Manager Duan, with your day-to-day responsibilities and industry-leading business acumen, it is our honor to be able to collaborate with you. Waiting for however long is somethi..."Come here." Huo Mingzheng reached out his hand to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan stood before him, her hand instinctively retreating to the side of her body.

He stood bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, the crimson light casting a halo around his tall and imposing figure. His presence was undeniably powerful and commanding.

She was flustered, hastily applying gauze to her back, only dabbing the edges of the skin with burn medicine for General Lei's sake, so as not to waste his time.

Ke Ho-ming is different. If he gets angry, he'll definitely belittle her for being too dedicated to her work.

He's got a sharp tongue, and she's not looking forward to experiencing that again.

"I'm going to find a clinic to take care of this," she whispered, looking around before placing the car keys on the coffee table.

He looked down at her from his height. She wasn't wearing high heels today, standing at a height of 1.7 meters, a head shorter than him.

Fu Yan is not the popular small V face that many people pursue. She has a very standard oval face, with a small face and delicate features. A small face is especially charming, especially when viewed from a high angle. As soon as she raises her eyes, it's a kind of pitiful beauty.

He makes men itch with desire.

Being stared at by Huo Mingzheng, her scalp tingled. She raised her eyes and glanced at him.

Ho Mingzheng fixed his gaze on her red lips without a sound, and his cold Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"If you were so afraid of being alone with me before, how dare you provoke me Give it here!"

Knowing that Fu Yan was stubborn, he directly grasped her wrist and turned over her hand, which had been ripped open halfway through the gauze.

It wasn't that he hadn't torn it open completely, but rather that the original wound had been scalded by water. The flesh stuck to the gauze, with some parts already clotted. Tearing it open forcefully would cause secondary injury.

Fu Yan was pulled by him, unable to resist. She was dragged to the edge of the sofa and sat down. Because she didn't stand firm, she ended up sitting on Huo Mingzheng's lap. She immediately stood up as if electrocuted, but then Huo Mingzheng encircled her waist and pressed her back onto the sofa.

"How old are you, to be burned like this"

Fu Yan thought of that woman. According to General Lei, her name seemed to be Su Hong.

If it was an accident, she wouldn't mind. But if it was intentional, she's never been one to back down from a fight.

"Are your employees careless and blaming me for it"

"Project department" Huo Mingzheng flipped through something under the tea table and looked up at her.

"The tea infused with the aroma of tea. 'Maybe they didn't mean to do it,' he said."

The man scolded in a low voice, "Speak properly."

He flipped through a few things but couldn't find the tweezers. Before this, his hand had been injured by a broken pen, with fragments stuck in his palm. Cao Fang had treated him then, the tools should be in the break room.

He pulled Fu Yan's hand and stood up, walking to the wall beside the office desk and pushing open a sliding door.

A spacious lounge came into view, the last rays of sunlight fading into the horizon. The city's neon lights began to twinkle one after another. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a scene of twinkling lights awaited.

Stepping into Huo Mingzheng's private territory, Fu Yan had a feeling of being a lamb entering a tiger's den.

Cao Fang knocked and came in, having bought some wound treatment medicine and burn medicine as instructed by Huo Mingzheng.

"Mr. Huo, do you need my help"

Huo Mingzheng found the tray holding tweezers from the cupboard and said without turning around, "Put your things on the table and get out."

"Yes."

And it wasn't until Huo Mingzheng pulled her to sit on the sofa that Fu Yan realized her hand had been held by Huo Mingzheng all along. He had just been talking to Cao Fang like that.

She felt a dryness in her throat and awkwardly shifted her gaze.

"

She hissed in pain, instinctively pulling her hand back.

"

Huomingzheng clenched her wrist tightly and said in a deep voice, "Endure it."

The movements were a bit more gentle than before.

Time ticked by, Huo Mingzheng's handling of the wound was professional. Having attended military school for two years, he was frequently injured during physical training and dealing with such simple wounds was easy for him. his reading glasses and when he saw the few photos on the tablet, his face turned ashen. "Jing Shu dares to...""Grandpa, as I understand it, Jing Shu likes him very much. He is also a good man. Love...