When Huo Jinxi and Mu Qian returned to the Huo family's old house, the living room was still brightly lit.
Mu Qian remained silent, letting Huo Jinxi take her out of the car, holding her hand and walking into the living room.
In the living room, Huo Qiran and Mr. Huo were sitting at the dining table. The old man and the young man put their heads together, not knowing what they were talking about.
When he saw Huo Jinxi and Mu Qian walking in the door, Huo Qiran's eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly jumped down from the chair, ran to Mu Qian, and stretched out his hand to hold her hand.
Mu Qian came back to her senses, glanced at him, and then at Mr. Huo, "Grandpa is back?"
"I'm back." Mr. Huo said, "I'm an old man, but I still feel comfortable living in this house."
Mu Qian then pinched Huo Qiran's face again, "What about you? What are you doing up so late?"
Huo Qiran took Mu Qian's hand and led her to the kitchen.
On the kitchen counter, a piece of glutinous rice flour was sprinkled, and Huo Qiran opened the door of the refrigerator and took out a small shallow plate. On the plate, there were more than a dozen glutinous rice balls of different sizes, which looked like
He is just as immature.
Mu Qian paused, bent down and looked at him, "Did you do this?"
Huo Qiran nodded proudly.
Mr. Huo then came to the door of the kitchen and said: "Today they teach how to make glutinous rice balls at school, and they have to make them for you to eat when they get back. It's a coincidence that you came back so late. He had already dozed off waiting just now."
Huo Qiran pursed his lips and looked at Mu Qian expectantly.
Mu Qian stretched out her hand and touched his head, "It just so happened that I drank too much today and the wind blows, so I want to eat something warm. You are so considerate."
Huo Qiran smiled happily and shyly, and then handed the glutinous rice balls in his hand to his aunt.
"I'll cook it." Mu Qian stopped him and took the glutinous rice balls.
"You?" Auntie looked at her doubtfully, "How can you cook?"
Mu Qian sighed slightly, "You don't know complicated things. Cooking glutinous rice balls and dumplings doesn't require any technical skills, right?"
"Let her do it." Mr. Huo said, "She's done it, and I want to taste it too."
"You have a beautiful idea!" Mu Qian said, "With your body index, I can only give you one bite at most. I will serve you more soup then."
Several people were talking and laughing. When Huo Jinxi changed clothes and went downstairs, Mu Qian had already rolled up her sleeves and was about to cook the glutinous rice balls under the guidance of her aunt.
Huo Qiran stood guard next to him, while Mr. Huo turned around and returned to the living room with Huo Jinxi.
"How is Qianqian feeling?" Mr. Huo asked.
"It's okay on the surface," Huo Jinxi said.
After hearing this, Mr. Huo sighed slightly and said, "They are all poor children."
"Don't worry." Huo Jinxi said, "I know she is sad and may act impulsively. I will watch her and won't let anything happen to her."
Mr. Huo listened and nodded slowly.
Not long after, several bowls of steaming hot glutinous rice balls were brought out from the kitchen.
Mu Qian placed the glutinous rice balls in front of several people, then hugged Huo Qiran and said, "This is my first time working together with this guy, so you must give me all the face!"
Mr. Huo lowered his head and looked at the bowl in front of him. As expected, there was only one glutinous rice ball in it, plus half a bowl of soup.
"I want to give you some face, but someone doesn't allow me to eat more." As Mr. Huo said, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the bowl in front of Huo Jinxi, and then said, "Jin Xi doesn't like sweets, so I'll eat two for him."
of."
Mu Qian immediately glared at him, "Don't eat it!"
The spoon in Mr. Huo's hand had already been stretched out, but was blocked back by Huo Jinxi's hand.
Huo Jinxi glanced at him and said slowly: "I can finish eating."
So under the gaze of everyone, Huo Jinxi, who rarely eats sweets, finished the full bowl of glutinous rice balls bit by bit.
Mr. Huo snorted dissatisfiedly and could only drink the soup with a spoon.
The house has not been so lively for a long time. Several people gathered around the dining table to eat and chat. The topic basically revolved around Mr. Huo and Huo Qiran. It was warm and pleasant.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning before Mu Qian finally sent Mr. Huo and Huo Qiran to go upstairs to bed.
After she settled down with Huo Qiran, when she came out, she suddenly thought of something she wanted to say to Mr. Huo.
However, when she reached Mr. Huo's door, Mu Qian suddenly stopped. After thinking for a moment, she turned and walked towards Huo Jinxi's bedroom.
Who knew that as soon as he walked to the door of his bedroom, the door suddenly opened.
Huo Jinxi changed into her nightgown and stood behind the door. It was obvious that he was going to her bedroom.
However, he was not too surprised when he saw Mu Qian appearing in front of his door. After a moment of pause, he asked her: "Will you sleep here today?"
"If you can sleep, it doesn't matter to me." Mu Qian replied.
So Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand, pulled Mu Qian into the room and closed the door.
Mu Qian entered the door. Before she was ready to speak, Huo Jinxi had already spoken: "What do you want to tell me?"
Mu Qian couldn't help but look back at him, "Is it obvious?"
"What do you think?" Huo Jinxi asked.
So Mu Qian stopped being hesitant and directly extended her hand to him, "I want to ask you to borrow money."
Huo Jinxi didn't ask her how much she wanted, but just asked: "What to do?"
"Hire someone to do something." Mu Qian said, "The kind that's not dangerous."
"Okay." Huo Jinxi said.
Mu Qian suddenly laughed and approached him, "Look, I said that I won't be polite to you when I have requests."
After saying that, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, then walked into the bathroom.
Huo Jinxi looked at her back and didn't say anything more. He just picked up his phone and sent a message to Qi Yuan.
When Mu Qian came out of the bathroom again, Huo Jinxi was leaning on the bedside reading a book.
She had no intention of doing other chores, so she walked to the bed and picked up her phone to prepare contacts.
Who knew that when the phone screen lit up, it showed a bank text message income reminder.
Mu Qian couldn't help but squint her eyes and count the 0's on the screen.
She counted three times before finally counting clearly. She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Huo Jinxi, raised her phone, and said, "Are you... too generous?"
"Problems that can be solved with money are not problems." Huo Jinxi said.
"Only rich people can say such things." Mu Qian said, while looking at her bank card balance, "But now I can also pretend to be a rich person. It's just a matter of going from frugality to luxury, and from frugality to luxury.
It's hard to be frugal when it comes to luxury, Huo Jinxi, you can't use money to corrupt my soul or seduce me into corruption."
After hearing this, Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment and suddenly said: "If money can solve all your unhappiness, I am willing to go bankrupt."
Hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but pause, and then added: "Most of the time, I am quite happy. This is not a difficult thing, so there is no need... no need to bankrupt everything."