Although Mu Qian said this, Qi Yuan still looked confused. He hesitated for a while before cautiously speaking: "How about I ask Mr. Huo for instructions first?"
Mu Qian became angry when she heard this and pushed him, "Then don't I know to ask him directly? Why should I ask you?"
Qi Yuan sighed slightly and said: "Madam, Mr. Huo just doesn't want you to worry about those people and things in Tongcheng anymore, so he lets you stay in Huai City to rest. This is Mr. Huo's hard work, why should you let it down?
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After hearing this, Mu Qian suddenly retracted her hand, and after thinking for a moment, she said again: "You are right."
Over the years, she has moved to many places, but she has never felt so at ease in Huai City.
This was Huo Jinxi's intention, and it was also her rare peace.
She really shouldn't let him down.
Moreover, judging from Ye Jinfan's current strength and deeds, it was not enough to shake the Huo family. She did not need to be too impatient at first. It would not be a bad idea to wait until his purpose became clearer before asking about the matter.
But even if Mu Qian thought this way, once her curiosity was aroused, it would not be so easy to calm down. Therefore, the more she looked at Qi Yuan, the angrier she became, and soon she drove him away with a push.
Being driven away like this, Qi Yuan felt relaxed and happy. After exhaling, he greased the soles of his feet and ran away very fast, for fear that Mu Qian would regret it and catch him again.
In fact, Mu Qian did regret it not long after he left, but she had no choice but to try to relax.
Huo Qiran still had fun attending several summer classes, and a tacit understanding with the teacher was finally established. Mu Qian didn't want him to give up halfway, so she still took him to class every day.
It's just that she is still worried about Tongcheng's affairs, but she is not as at ease as before.
During the day, Huo Qiran was taking a painting class, and the content of the painting was figures, so Mu Qian rarely entered the painting room and acted as a model for him.
For such a trivial matter, Mu Qian suddenly dreamed of Ye Xi at night.
The content of the dream was about when they were young, probably when they had just entered junior high school. At that time, Mu Qian entered a painting class, and Ye Xi signed up for a handicraft class, but she was often unwilling to learn those tedious decoration courses.
He sneaked into the painting class to chat with Mu Qian during class.
Mu Qian dreamed of two people sitting in the painting room chatting. The two kept chatting from dawn to dusk, but they talked about irrelevant things.
In the dream, Mu Qian always felt that she should have something to tell her, but she couldn't remember it anyway. Even if she did, she would be suddenly blocked and couldn't say it.
This feeling made Mu Qian very anxious, so anxious that she didn't want to stay in this dream anymore.
As she thought this, she suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.
The room was very quiet, only the sound of Huo Qiran's breathing could be heard.
Mu Qian lay quietly for a long time. The dreams that were still clear before gradually faded away, and the anxiety gradually dissipated. Then she picked up her phone and looked at the time.
It's half past one in the morning, still very early before dawn.
Mu Qian lay on the bed for a long time with her eyes wide open, but couldn't fall asleep anymore. She simply turned on the bedside lamp and got up from the bed.
Huo Qiran was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, not disturbed by her.
Mu Qian put on her clothes and walked to the side, poured herself a glass of water, and sat on the small sofa.
There was Huo Qiran's painting homework on the small table in front of her. Mu Qian was bored and opened it to take a look.
Huo Qiran has not been studying painting for a long time, but he is considered to be talented. Every painting in the painting book has always made some progress, especially his painting of Mu Qian today. Although it is still a simple watercolor painting, his features are already clear.
, extremely vivid.
Mu Qian saw it and couldn't help but smile. She inadvertently turned to the next page, only to find that there was another painting at the back.
There is a man in the painting, wearing a crisp suit and smart short hair, but his face is very blurry. If Huo Qiran hadn't painted the tie clip that Huo Jinxi most often wears, Mu Qian would not have dared to say who the man in the painting was.
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Seeing Huo Jinxi like this, Mu Qian couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This is probably the result of not being around the child often. Even though the child is very talented, I still cannot draw a clear picture of him.
Mu Qian slowly put down the painting book, but her eyes suddenly fell on the brush next to her.
Probably because she was really bored, she picked up a paintbrush and polished Huo Qiran's painting of Huo Jinxi.
This was the person she painted the most when she loved painting the most, so with one stroke, his features were smoothly sketched out without even thinking about it.
Mu Qian didn't think about it in detail. She just wanted to help Huo Qiran polish it, and quickly painted the pale, flat man in the painting with no specific image in life.
It wasn't until she had repainted her hair and leather shoes that Mu Qian put down her brush and looked at her results.
I haven’t painted seriously for many years. Even though the feeling of picking up a paintbrush is still familiar, I still regressed after all. I always felt that my paintings were not good enough and not realistic enough.
But after all, this man is completely different from what he was eight years ago, isn't he?
As she was thinking absentmindedly, there was suddenly an almost imperceptible knock at the door of the room.
Mu Qian came to her senses, thinking that maybe the light had been on for too long in the middle of the night and alerted the bodyguard, so she walked over and opened the door.
Who knew that as soon as the door opened, the man who was still on the drawing paper stood at her door very alive.
Mu Qian couldn't regain her composure for a moment. She looked at the person in front of her, then turned to look at the drawing paper on the table.
It was a cold night and the moon was dim, but Huo Jinxi didn't look like he had just walked in.
If he had just arrived, he would have alerted the bodyguards. Mu Qian should have seen one or two bodyguards no matter what he did.
But she didn't see it, which meant that the bodyguard had already been dismissed by Huo Jinxi.
How long has he been standing here?
The curtains in this room don't fit perfectly against the windows. Even if the curtains are closed, there is always a corner where you can see what's going on in the room.
Because there were bodyguards around, Mu Qian usually didn't pay attention to this.
But now——
She reacted belatedly and turned around to sort out the drawing papers on the table, but it was already too late.
Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand to hold her, without panic or rush, but simply asked: "Why are you sitting there for so long without sleeping in the middle of the night?"
Mu Qian gritted her teeth and glared at him, "Then why did you stay up so late at night and stand at the door of someone else's room?"
After saying that, she forcibly stretched out her hand to reach the painting on the table, grabbed it, and hid it in front of her like a thief.
Huo Jinxi neither fought nor grabbed her. He just stretched out his hand to circle her from behind and said in a low voice: "Show me."