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That unbearable past, Fu Yan wanted to forget, but the memories of death were awakened by Huo Mingzheng's words. 。"My driving skills weren't bad to begin with" 。"Fu Yan reluctantly stood his ground to regain face for himself." 。

A soft chuckle escaped the man's throat, light and gentle, with a hint of indulgence.

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Fu Yan became irritated and said, "What are you laughing at!"

"Okay, I'm not laughing anymore"

。" Huo Mingzheng's lips were curved into a smile " 。

Fu Yan's residual gaze caught sight, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped.

。No matter what she said, Huo Mingzheng always acted like he was “bearing everything patiently,” making her seem like the “bad guy” instead. 。She must have gone mad to agree to send him back, and she never expected Huo Mingzheng to shamelessly make a birthday wish to her. 。That's taking him home. 。"Did you deliberately get Cao Fang out of the way?""No" 。"And he added, "I'm not lying to you." 。Fu Yan said that seeing Cao Fang's guess that he was also at the private restaurant, he instantly understood that Cao Fang had deliberately revealed a flaw waiting for Fu Yan to discover. 。For so many years Cao Fang had been by his side, he wasn't unaware of just how careful and cautious the man was. 。Later, he went out with Fu Yan. Seeing that the car had been driven away by Cao Fang, he confirmed his guess. 。In Qin Heng's words, Cao Fang deserves to be his personal bodyguard. 。

Fu Yan didn't say whether she believed it or not, she didn't want to speak with Huo Mingzheng anymore. She turned on the car music and focused on driving.

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All the way, Huo Mingzheng didn't speak anymore. He was always taciturn, and Fu Yan didn't feel anything unusual. When the car arrived at Jing Sheng Garden, she realized that Huo Mingzheng had fallen asleep sometime during the ride.

。He didn't even notice the car stop. 。Remembering the red bloodshot eyes I saw in his eyes when I saw him in the back kitchen earlier, he hadn't slept well again. 。Fu Yan wanted to slap him awake, but retracted her hand. 。Maintaining the same posture, she looked at Huo Mingzheng's sleeping profile, her eyes filled with countless unspoken thoughts, both deep and painful. Her eyes gradually turned red. 。

Fu Yan paid back her gaze, leaning against the backrest of the chair, looking at a street lamp not far away and sighed. It was getting late now. There weren't many people downstairs in the apartment building at this hour.

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She went to bed late last night and, without a midday nap, she fell asleep after having been busy with a bidding project for almost a month straight.

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Even breathing was very shallow.

。The man in the passenger seat slowly opened his eyes, the redness receding from them. 。He was indeed asleep. With Fu Yan by his side, he felt very secure, all his agitated emotions were soothed, and sleepiness came over him. 。Just as the car stopped, he woke up, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He was afraid that once he opened them, Fu Yan would leave. So he pretended to be asleep, hoping to see if Fu Yan would wake her up. 。As he thought, she wouldn't 。He could feel Fu Yan looking at him, and he heard her sigh, filled with helplessness, regret, and resentment. These emotions intertwined, making his heart ache. 。Ho Mingzheng turned his head to look at Fu Yan, who was leaning against the back of the chair just like him. 。Staring at the face he had longed for day and night, Huo Mingzheng's emotions that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly surged out like a floodgate had opened. 。He unbuckled his belt with a light touch, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Fu Yan's lips. 。 Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

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