These photos are not perfect in Mu Qian's opinion.
It is true that Huo Jinxi was born in architecture and has first-class aesthetic skills. These photos have his own aesthetic style in terms of composition and lighting. Even if they are just taken casually with a mobile phone, they still have a professional attitude.
But as the woman in the photo, most of the time she will only focus on herself.
Although Mu Qian is also very pursuing in the field of art, it is ultimately about her own life. If she really wants to post these photos to the public and expose some minor flaws on her face, she must still have concerns.
But now, after looking at these photos over and over again, she no longer felt unhappy at all.
Messages are still popping up in the WeChat dialog box. Most of them are gossiping about what kind of love-showing game the couple is playing, and some are even disgusting.
Mu Qian didn't reply even a single word. She looked at the photos in her circle of friends, applied the facial mask, washed her face, applied skin care products, and then walked out of the bathroom calmly.
Huo Jinxi was still lying on the bed in the same position as before, still holding his tablet and studying financial stuff.
Mu Qian walked over, opened the quilt and sat on the bed, and asked casually: "Have you sent the photo?"
"Sent." Huo Jinxi replied.
Mu Qian said "Oh", then lay down and said, "Then I'm going to sleep. I'm really tired today..."
With that said, she turned off the bedside lamp on her side, got into a good posture, and closed her eyes.
After a while, there was movement from Huo Jinxi's side.
She heard him put down the tablet, turn off the light as well, and then seemed to lie down as well.
Soon, Mu Qian felt the man's body temperature.
Opening her eyes, only the gentle and hazy night light was still on in the bedroom. Although the facial lines of the man in front of her were blurry, where did she need to go through those lines to see his face clearly?
Mu Qian's dark eyes shone brightly in the dim light, and she asked, "What are you doing?"
Huo Jinxi lowered his body.
"Since those photos cannot satisfy Mrs. Huo..." he said, "then I can only make other efforts..."
Mu Qian lay on her back, biting her lip and laughing softly. She closed her eyes and saw the stars in the sky.
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While Huo Jinxi was working hard, the cell phone on the bedside suddenly rang.
The ringtone of his mobile phone was always low, and although the repetitive rhythm made people a little annoyed, it was not enough to affect the two of them.
Even though the phone rang for a long time.
Not long after, Mu Qian's cell phone also rang.
The flamboyant Mrs. Huo always has her cell phone ringtone set to the loudest.
The moment the cell phone rang, the two people who had just re-engaged were affected.
Mu Qian's body stiffened.
Huo Jinxi's body also stiffened.
Mrs. Huo was not very happy.
Mr. Huo was even more unhappy.
The moment she picked up the phone and saw the caller, Mu Qian rolled her eyes, turned off the phone, threw it away, and then looked at the stern-faced man in front of her.
"How about..." Mu Qian rubbed her fingers in circles, "Go to bed early today and beat him tomorrow?"
Hearing this, Huo Jinxi's face seemed to darken.
Obviously, the word "go to bed early" does not exist in Mr. Huo's dictionary at this moment.
Soon he hugged Mu Qian, flipped their positions, and amidst Mu Qian's uncontrollable laughter, he pressed her head down and kissed her again.