Chapter 470

d it, the flavor was so authentic. But Huo Mingzheng's face was cold and sullen, looking like he wouldn't answer her question.She just couldn't understand why Huo Mingzheng wanted to learn how to cook...This sound......

Fu Yan suddenly opened her eyes.

As he turned, his eyes met those of Huo Yuanshi sitting in the wheelchair. Reflected on the wall was the tall and imposing figure of Aji pushing Huo Yuanshi's wheelchair.

The gurgling sound I just heard was probably the wheels rolling. That's why I felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It's been too long since I heard from you.

"Big brother," Fu Yan's voice choked up.

It had been over two years since she last saw Huo Yuan. He went to England for treatment and never video called her, only occasionally chatting with her on WeChat or calling her sometimes.

Since returning home, she has been under house arrest by Huo Mingzheng in a manor in Jinling. She is not allowed to contact the outside world, and even though she knows he's back, she can't meet him. The only thing from him she received was the gift he sent to the manor last time.

He is still the warm and gentle older brother she remembered.

The wheelchair continued to move forward, stopping by the bedside.

Fu Yan sat up from the bed. Huo Yuan's gaze fell on her face, he looked at it for a few times, then raised his hand to gently stroke the top of her hair twice, and sighed, "You suffered."

Before he was confined to a wheelchair, Huo Yuanshen had been playing tennis for many years. He used to wear tank tops and shorts when playing, and his muscle lines were very beautiful. In recent years, he has become much thinner.

Fu Yan bit her lip and shook her head.

As Huo Yuan was about to speak, he raised his hand. “Agu."

Ajie immediately walked up to Fu Yan's face and placed a packed bowl of porridge on the table in front of her, "Mr. Huo is worried that you won't eat anything, so he asked me to get porridge from Wang Ji. It's your favorite flavor."

Fu Yan smelled the fragrance, her mood was complicated, "Big brother still remembers my taste."

"How could you forget" Huo Yuan shi took the spoon out for her and wiped it with a napkin, "I have a good memory."

That is indeed the case.

The Huo family, except for the somewhat out-of-place Huo Jingshu and her family, are all very intelligent. Especially Huo Yuanshi and Huo Mingzheng, they are the best of their generation, outstanding individuals.

Memory is largely determined by genetics. Both of them have remarkably good memories.

Fu Yan only moved a few scoops, and Ajie frowned, "Miss Fu Yan, don't worry Mr. Huo."

Huo Yuanshi waved his hand, "It's alright, don't force her if she can't eat."

He took out a napkin and wiped Fu Yan's lips. Fu Yan reached up to take the napkin, "Big brother, I can do it myself."

When Huo Yuan didn't give her the tissue, he gently wiped away the corner of her mouth on one side, then the other. The soft paper finally brushed past her lower lip and bounced slightly.

Her formerly plump red lips were now devoid of even a hint of color.

When Huo Yuan moved the porridge in front of her, his fingers brushed against her fingertips and gently clasped them. "Are you cold"

Fu Yan shook her head, "You don't need to worry about me, you're not well, don't stay here too long."

Huo Yuan then involuntarily tightened his grip on her hand, his tone still calm and gentle, "Don't lie to Big Brother."

"I'm fine, big brother. You should go back." Fu Yan withdrew her hand.

She glanced at Huo Yuan's pale and slender hands.

Actually, Huo Yuan's hands were colder than hers. After his car accident, his hands seemed like they could never warm up.

She treated him like a brother when she was younger, often warming his hands for him. But now that she's twenty-five, not fifteen, the boundaries between men and women are much clearer.

Huo Yuan looked at her hand that she had withdrawn, and hummed meaningfully.

After leaving the police station, Aji pushed the wheelchair out. The rain had stopped, and there was water on the ground. The wheels splashed gently as they rolled over it.

"Yanyan and I broke up."ul or encouraging quote to them.But she was careless and often lost her bookmarks, so she made many of them. Whenever she lost one, she just replaced it with a new one. Over the past two or three year...