ing at the kitchen door. He took out his phone and filmed a short video.After replying to the email, Huo Mingzheng raised his hand to rub his temples. His gaze shifted from the tablet and he unconscio...Today the temperature in Zurich is just right, and Fu Yan slept well last night.

The first two days after arriving in Zurich, she experienced very strong pregnancy symptoms. Perhaps it was due to the change in environment. She vomited every night, unable to sleep soundly. The next day, she would pretend to be fine and appear before Fu Hanlin as if nothing had happened, so that he and Ji Lin wouldn't worry.

Fu Yan woke up early and smelled a strange, yet familiar scent in the hallway.

"Miss Fu, are you awake"

A middle-aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes came out of the kitchen, smiling and greeting Fu Yan.

"Good morning Luna, what are you cooking"

Luna is a maid arranged by Fu Hanlin to take care of Fu Yan. She can speak, Law, German and three languages, is diligent and simple, and kind to others.

The house I'm living in now was the one Fu Hanlin lived in when he studied at university in Zurich.

Luna had taken care of him for four years, tending to his every need, and now he had hired her again to look after Fu Yan.

They had a pleasant week getting to know each other.

"Luna said with a smile, 'Mr. Fu said that today is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year in your China. He said that since you just came to Zurich, you might miss your hometown, so he asked me to learn how to make rice porridge for the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, so you can try it.'"

Fu Yan suddenly realized.

It's rice porridge for the Eighth Day of Lunar New Year, no wonder it tastes so familiar.

"Mr. Fu is really concerned about you, miss." Luna winked at her.

Fu Yan guessed she had misunderstood, and quickly explained, "Me and President Fu are not what you think."

Luna looked at you with an expression that said, "You can say whatever you want; I don't believe it."

But she also knew such an explanation was too pale. Let alone Luna wouldn't believe it, anyone who saw Fu Hanlin's care for her wouldn't believe it either.

Luna stifled a laugh and turned back to the kitchen.

Fu Yan sighed, she had missed the best time to explain. She went downstairs and pushed open the door to walk into the garden. There weren't many flowers this season, and the previous few had already withered.

Fu Hanlin's house is well-located, in a secluded yet convenient spot. It offers good privacy, while being within easy reach of bustling areas. It's near Banhoff Street, a luxury shopping street, a paradise for the wealthy.

She was sitting in a wicker chair when she suddenly saw a bright red rose blooming in the bushes. She curiously walked over to it.

Just as she was about to push aside the bushes, a low voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Be careful, it's thorny."

Fu Yan was so startled that she jumped, turning around to see Fu Hanlin standing in the sunlight.

Lost in thought, Fu Hanlin casually placed his black long coat on the wrought iron stool.

He took a pair of scissors from the tool rack beside him, walked over, parted the bushes, supported the flower stem with his left hand, and held the scissors in his right. With a snap, the rose was cut.

Fu Hanlin's movements were smooth and precise as he removed the thorns from the flower branch, rustling sounds accompanying each careful pluck. When finished, he presented her with the thornless branch.

"Mr. Fu, how did you get here" said Fu Yan unexpectedly as she came to her senses.

The rose petals were still dewy from the morning, exceptionally vibrant and beautiful. Fu Hanlin recalled that night in college when she had danced in the female dance troupe, a smile involuntarily tugging at his lips. "Don't you want to"

Fu Yan looked at the flower, took it over generously, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Let's see how you." Fu Hanlin answered her question.

Fu Yan's hand holding the flower tightened, her eyelashes trembling slightly as they fell.

He looked windswept, like he had just gotten off a plane.

He just returned home a few days ago, but he came to see her again as soon as the weekend arrived.

If we calculate it that way, then in terms of time......lemn. "The child... wasn't saved."Fu Yan's face, which was already expressionless, suddenly stiffened, her complexion nearly translucent.My mind is blank.Then, a splash of crimson blood marred the bla...