Chapter 503

didn't realize her voice was trembling with nervousness.His heart hammered in his chest, the thrumming of blood vessels a constant crescendo against his eardrums. A vague awareness crept over him of...However, the moment Huo Yuan's voice fell, a cold male voice came, "Big brother is sick and it's best to recuperate quietly in his room."

"A-Zheng, what brings you here today" Huo Yuanzhi put down his spoon and looked at the man in a well-tailored black suit. "If I remember correctly, today is a workday."

"There's a project going up nearby, I went to take a look," Huo Mingzheng tugged at his tie, "I heard Big Brother is ill, and you moved out of the old house just now. I'm worried you're not used to it, and wouldn't want to call a doctor on your own."

Huo Mingzheng strode in with steady steps and instructed Cao Fang to give the tonic to Aji.

"I'm afraid I'm beyond help," Huo Yuan smiled faintly.

"When your brother recovers, we should make him eat lots of nutritious food. You're too weak."

Huo Mingzheng walked in from outside, his gaze seemed to inadvertently sweep across Fu Yan's face, then over the fruit porridge on the table.

Some old scenes flashed through his mind, he asked Fu Yan who had cooked fruit congee for her before.

At that time, she replied to him with a serious air.

In ancient times, Ji Lin, Song Qing霜, Xiao Xia, and he.

When Huo Yuanshi followed his gaze, he took a spoon and scraped off the top layer of porridge. "This is fruit porridge, Ah Zheng, have you ever had it"

"I've had the pleasure of meeting twice." Huo Mingzheng sat down, his gaze sweeping across Fu Yan's face with a veiled meaning.

Fu Yan frowned, not wanting to continue standing here.

She put down her spoon and got up, Huo Yuan was behind her at the time. She didn't see clearly that he had picked up the spoon, as a result when her body touched his wrist, the bowl of scalding porridge directly spilled onto Huo Yuan's thigh.

With a crash, the bowl shattered on the ground!

"Big brother!" Fu Yan's face turned pale, and she instinctively wanted to use her hand to wipe away the porridge.

One hand on each side grasped her wrists. Huo Mingzheng's face was cold and dark, his clenched fingers slowly loosening their grip.

When Huo Yuan saw this, he grabbed her wrist and said, "It's hot, don't touch it."

Aji hurriedly dealt with Huo Yuan's leg, the porridge was so hot, but Huo Yuan didn't even wrinkle his brow.

Fù Yān felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she self-reproached. Hò Yuān, seeing this, comforted her: "Haven't you forgotten about my useless legs I can't feel the heat, so don't worry."

When he said that, Fu Yan's heart ached even more. Huo Yuan was so radiant and prosperous before, but now, because of his legs, he was trapped in this small space.

He couldn't feel the burn or pain, but a burn would still react on his leg.

When Huo Yuan let go of her wrist, "Aji, please take me to change my clothes first."

Even if his legs were disabled, Huo Yuan never suffered such humiliation before.

The wheelchair passed by Huo Mingzheng, and Huo Yuan sighed softly, "A-zheng, you sit here for a while, I'll be back soon."

The wheelchair left.

Ho Mingzheng cast a murky glance at Huo Yuanshen's deep gray trousers, where a patch had been soaked by congee.

Only Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng remained in the room.

Fu Yan squatted down to pick up the shards of porcelain on the ground. Huo Mingzheng reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist, "Just ask the maid to clean it up."

He held onto Fu Yan and wouldn't let her move, ordering Cao Fang to find a servant to clean up.

And then he pulled up Fu Yan, and walked towards the bathroom.

He turned on the tap and placed Fu Yan's wrist under the gentle stream of water, his eyes fixed on the reddening patch on her wrist. "You got burned and didn't even realize it," he said.rd across her own neck!Cao Fang's face changed. He had already ordered all weapons inside and outside the house to be put away, just to prevent Miss Fu from resorting to suicide and threatening Mr. Hu...