Chapter 630

ught about Fu Yan being at the police station now, he didn't know whether to scold Huo Mingzheng for being stupid or...Well, what else can I sayAfter hanging up the phone, he didn't dare to waste a mo...Huo Mingzheng stubbed out his cigarette and got into the car.

While Cao Fang was coming out of the building, Huo Mingzheng got out of the car. Fu Hanlin was here, and he was worried that something like last time would happen again.

But he found his worries were unnecessary.

He got in the car afterward and said, "Dr. Qin called me and said he was waiting for you at Zui Renjian to have a drink together."

Huo Mingzheng took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. There were indeed two missed calls from Qin Heng. After Fu Yan slept in the car, he turned his phone to silent mode, so he didn't hear them.

He hummed in response.

The car drove past Huo Mingzheng's from Fu Hanlin's side. Huo Mingzheng wasn't worried that Fu Hanlin would go upstairs to find Fu Yan after he left.

Before we talk about how Fu Yan slept, Fu Hanlin wasn't the type to cling on desperately.

According to his informants, Fu Hanlin hasn't appeared here for several days. He suddenly showed up tonight, and it's probably because he knows that Fu Yan and he are together.

Fu Hanlin protected Fu Yan.

Once this setting was accepted, Huo Mingzheng's jealousy surged uncontrollably in his heart.

The car was parked at the Drunkard's Paradise. Huo Mingzheng went upstairs and pushed open the private room door. Qin Heng was already sitting there drinking.

Besides him, there was no one else.

"Drinking alone" Huo Mingzheng walked over and glanced at the neatly arranged bottles of liquor on the table, three empty ones.

Qin Heng leaned back against the sofa, a lazy expression on his handsome face. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, which he usually kept tightly fastened, as if afraid someone might catch a glimpse of something.

“Isn’t today your birthday I’m here to celebrate with you.” Qin Heng unbuttoned his shirt, resting his hand on the armrest of the sofa. Years of holding a surgical knife had made his finger bones more prominent than those of ordinary people, but they only seemed longer and more elegant.

The little nurses in his hospital even secretly took photos of his hands. It was a harmless thing, and he didn't stop them. He just wouldn't allow them to spread them around.

"That's what he said, but if Huo Mingzheng wasn't a fool, he would have believed it, 'I haven't come to celebrate my birthday, why are you drinking alcohol' "

He sat down and took a bottle of wine, opening it. "Did Ji Qing upset you"

According to his years of understanding Qin Heng, Qin Heng looked kind and approachable, even a bit gossipy, but the indifference deep down made him not so concerned about people and things around him. Even gossip was gossip about him.

Such Qin Heng, basically no one could really anger him.

For so many years, he had only seen Ji Qing possess this ability.

The opening of the wine bottle abruptly stopped, and Huo Mingzheng instantly thought of himself.

Qin Heng took a sip of wine, "She can't do anything to me if she isn't related to me or close to me."

Given that the phrase "non-relative, non-acquaintance" came out of four characters, Huo Mingzheng could basically confirm it.

However, Huo Mingzheng is not a gossip person. If Qin Heng doesn't speak up himself, he won't ask another word.

Qin Heng raised his bottle and touched glasses with Huo Mingzheng's cup, "Happy birthday, you're another year older."

Hu Mingzheng doesn't really care about age, but when Qin Heng said that, he couldn't help but retort, "You're the same age as me, and your birthday is coming up soon. You're both thirty, just as old."

He gasped, a look of disbelief washing over him. "Thirty years old Is that considered old"

Huo Mingzheng picked up his wine glass slowly, "That depends on who you're comparing to. Thirty is a bit older than twenty-four."

Qin Heng: “......”!

That annoying guy named Ou Yang Fan is just twenty-four years old.

Qin Heng had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, neither up nor down. He took a sip of wine to suppress it, "She'll be thirty soon."

"Who" Huo Mingzheng was drinking. car sped past Huo Jing's side, and Fu Yan seemed not to be affected at all by the things she had said.But as they reached the red light intersection, Fu Yan stepped on the brake and gripped the steer...