Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,The bodyguard on the phone hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Fu, don't you know Miss Fu has already moved to Mr. Huo Mingzheng's place.",The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.。