Mu Qian sat down on the sofa and waited quietly for Huo Jinxi's interrogation.
Huo Jinxi was not in a hurry. When Huo Qiran's figure disappeared on the stairs, he picked up the cigarette case and took out a cigarette. After lighting it, he took a slow puff and then looked at Mu Qian. He didn't say anything, just looked at her.
His heavy appearance was extremely oppressive.
Mu Qian sat on the sofa, sleeping well, and quickly explained with a smile: "Mr. Huo, don't get me wrong, I actually left something behind, so I came here to look for it. It should be in your car, do you mind if I look for it?"
Let’s look for it?”
After she finished speaking, she was about to stand up. The next moment, Huo Jinxi's voice came from behind: "This?"
Mu Qian turned around and saw that Huo Jinxi had a silver recording pen in his hand. It was the one she had missed!
"But this is it!" Mu Qian walked towards him with a smile, "It turns out Mr. Luo Huo is here! It's hard to find me!"
When she walked over and reached out to take the recorder, Huo Jinxi retracted his palm and already held the recorder in his palm with his slender fingers.
Mu Qian raised her eyes and looked at him, "Mr. Huo, what do you mean?"
"You put a voice recorder in my car." Huo Jinxi looked at her, "It's my turn to ask you what you mean."
Mu Qian suddenly laughed out loud, "You clearly know that I was drunk last night and don't know anything. Could it be that you would deliberately put this thing in your car to record your voice?"
Huo Jinxi still looked at her with deep eyes, obviously not accepting this explanation.
"Do you have anything worth checking? Could it be..." Mu Qian raised her finger and pointed upstairs, meaning Huo Qiran, but she quickly denied the answer for herself, "If I really want to check you, why bother?"
Using such a roundabout way, can't I just go back to Huo's house and ask Grandpa or Uncle Huo?"
"You're not checking me." Huo Jinxi's eyes were as dark as ink, "Then who are you checking? Lin Su?"
Mu Qian was still smiling, but her eyes gradually calmed down, and she looked at Huo Jinxi quietly.
This man was so smart and unfathomable that he saw through her so easily and quickly.
Or maybe she was too guarded against others, so she showed her flaws so easily when it came to Lin Su.
Mu Qian was a little annoyed. She rarely made such mistakes, but this time, it was really weird.
"Yes, I was checking Lin Su." Mu Qian admitted it frankly without any unnecessary struggle.
Huo Jinxi smoked a cigarette, but his voice remained calm, "Why are you checking him?"
"Someone reported that his company was involved in illegal behind-the-scenes transactions." Mu Qian blurted out.
Hearing this, Huo Jinxi raised his eyes to look at her again, "Why are you investigating this kind of thing?"
"I'm a reporter." Mu Qian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at him calmly, "If you're interested, just look it up!"
"Reporter?" Huo Jinxi slowly blew out a smoke ring and blurred his eyes, "How could someone who wanted to be a painter become a reporter?"
Mu Qian didn't expect him to mention the past.
Painting was indeed very important when she was a girl.
Because her deceased father was a painter, she began to learn painting when she was very young. After arriving at the Huo family, Mr. Huo and Huo Bainian reserved the opportunity for her to continue learning painting.
The former residence of the Huo family is quiet and beautiful, and it is a good place for painting. During the years when he lived in the Huo family, Mu Qian painted many paintings, and he did not take away the last one.
Not long after leaving the Huo family, she gave up painting completely.
Seven years passed by, and in Mu Qian's eyes, everything in the past seemed like a world away.
She raised her chin slightly, with gleaming eyes and a bright smile, "I don't even remember what happened in the past. I didn't expect Mr. Huo to still remember... Then haven't you always remembered me in these seven years?"
After saying that, she stood up, walked step by step to the sofa where Huo Jinxi was sitting, and sat on the carpet in front of the sofa. She leaned on the armrest of the sofa and raised her eyes to look at the man with deep eyebrows in the sofa, "I should use
What attitude should you take to face Mr. Huo's attention?"
She looked at him with innocent eyes, but her eyebrows were confusing.
Seeing that Huo Jinxi was unmoved, Mu Qian stretched out her hand, touched his trouser legs with her fingertips, and then slowly moved up.
Her fingers wandered up his trouser legs, passing through his calves, knees, and then slowly through his thighs... There was no sign of stopping, but her movements became slower and more seductive.