Although she had a premonition, Mu Qian was still shocked because Huo Qiran came alone, without anyone following him!
"How did you get here?" Mu Qian knelt down and looked at Huo Qiran, "Where are the adults in the family?"
Huo Qiran didn't respond to her, just looked at her helplessly.
Mu Qian had no choice but to carry Huo Qiran into the house.
Entering the house and seeing Mr. Huo sitting on the sofa, Huo Qiran suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Mr. Huo and then at Mu Qian.
Mr. Huo also looked at Huo Qiran and then at Mu Qian.
A minute later, an old man and a young man sat on the sofa on either side of Mu Qian, looking at Mu Qian who was on the phone.
Mu Qian's call was to Lin Shu. Lin Shu on the other end of the phone told her that Huo Qiran ran out of the house while she wasn't paying attention and that they were looking for someone all over the world.
Mu Qian listened to the phone, pressed her temples, and looked at the old and young in front of her with a headache.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Qian looked at Mr. Huo seriously, "Grandpa, your great-grandson dares to run away from home alone at such a young age. Don't you educate him?"
Mr. Huo calmly picked up the water glass in front of him, took a sip, and said, "He is here to find you. Besides, he has never acted in such a rebellious manner before he met you, so you should educate him."
Mu Qian bit her lip and laughed, "I don't have such an obligation. Just forget it if you don't educate him. When the time comes, it will be your Huo family's business to lose him."
"Your Huo family?" Mr. Huo repeated these words to Mu Qian.
"Grandpa, although I regard you as my biological grandfather, I am not from the Huo family after all!"
Mr. Huo snorted coldly and lowered his face.
Mu Qian had a headache.
The little one can't get rid of it, and the old one is getting more and more childish. Who has she provoked and has to bear all this?
While Mu Qian was staring at Huo Qiran, wondering how to teach him, the doorbell rang again.
The moment she opened the door, Mu Qian felt that she really should move to a bigger house. Otherwise, how could such a small one-bedroom house accommodate the three masters of the Huo family?
Huo Jinxi was wearing a dark suit, his eyes were darker than the color of the suit, his brows were cold and sharp, and he looked at her with a heavy gaze.
"Mr. Huo, it's a coincidence that you came here." Mu Qian stepped forward, "The elderly and children at your home are waiting for you to pick them up!"
Huo Jinxi saw the situation in the house at a glance, and his expression did not relax a little. After calling "Grandpa", his eyes fell on Huo Qiran.
Huo Qiran shrank his neck, stood up and ran to Mu Qian's side, hugged Mu Qian's legs, lowered his head and said nothing.
Huo Jinxi didn't move, and just said: "Qi Ran, come out."
Huo Qiran hugged Mu Qian's legs tightly and didn't let go. Mu Qian tried to move, and he immediately hugged her tighter.
"Ten seconds." Huo Jinxi's voice was still cold and hard, sounding like there was no room for maneuver.
Even though Mu Qian was not afraid of Huo Jinxi, she was vaguely aware of the strong cold air pressure. Huo Qiran, who was lying on her lap, was obviously shaking, but he still held her tight.
"Hey!" Mu Qian couldn't help but call him, "Kid, your dad is calling you!"
Huo Qiran then raised his head and looked at Mu Qian.
Those black and white eyes are full of expectation and desire, clearly visible.
But she clearly didn't give him anything.
The moment Mu Qian was stunned, Huo Qiran suddenly raised his head and handed her a piece of paper.
The moment she saw the content on the paper, Mu Qian's heart suddenly shrank.
There are only five words on the paper - are you a mother?
For a moment, Mu Qian seemed to have fallen into a trance-like situation. It was not until she met Huo Jinxi's cold and deep eyes that she suddenly woke up.
Huo Qiran was still holding her legs, waiting eagerly for her answer.
Mu Qian wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.
Finally, she spoke slowly and coldly: "I'm not."
The anticipation in Huo Qiran's eyes didn't have time to dissipate, so he just stayed there, staring at Mu Qian blankly.
Mu Qian took a deep breath, crossed her arms and looked at Huo Qiran, explaining again: "I'm not your mother, do you understand?"
"Huo Qiran." Huo Jinxi's warm voice sounded again.
This time, Huo Qiran finally let go of Mu Qian little by little, lowered his head, and shuffled toward the door.
Huo Jinxi looked at Huo Qiran with deep eyes. It wasn't until Huo Qiran came to him that he raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Huo in the room again, "Grandpa, are you leaving?"
"You guys go down first." Mr. Huo said, "I'll come down later."
Huo Jinxi turned around and left without looking at Mu Qian.
Mu Qian glanced at the two people leaving, then turned to look at Mr. Huo, "Grandpa, with your grandson's temper, I don't think your wish to find your grandson's wife will be easily realized!"
Mr. Huo didn't say anything. He stood up slowly and walked to Mu Qian. He bent down and picked up a piece of paper from the ground.
Mu Qian looked down and saw that it was the one Huo Qiran had just held in his hand.
Only then did she notice that the paper was wrinkled. She didn't know how long it had been on her body, and the writing was a little worn.
Mr. Huo took the piece of paper and looked at it, then raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mu Qian.
Mu Qian raised her hands, "I didn't do anything!"
Mr. Huo raised his hand, put the piece of paper on Mu Qian's forehead, and walked out the door without saying a word.
Mu Qian stood there without moving, until the footsteps disappeared in the corridor, she slowly took off the piece of paper from her forehead and took another look.
This was good, because in one night, she offended three men from four generations of the Huo family.
Mu Qian closed the door, walked to the trash can, and threw the piece of paper in her hand.
*
In the night, the black Bentley drove smoothly on Tongcheng Avenue.
In the back row of the car, Huo Qiran sat between Huo Jinxi and Mr. Huo, with his little head hanging almost to his chest.
Huo Jinxi was replying to emails on his tablet computer without looking at Huo Qiran.
The father and son have their own way of communicating, and no one else can get in, even Mr. Huo. But the old man looked at Huo Qiran several times and finally couldn't help but clear his throat.
Huo Jinxi didn't even raise his head, "What do you want to say, grandpa?"
"I didn't expect Qi Ran and Mu Qian to be so close to each other." Mr. Huo said.
"Yeah." Huo Jinxi did not deny it, "But now this fate is over."
"It's not so easy to break up between people."
After hearing this, Huo Jinxi threw the tablet computer with one hand, took out an earphone from the storage cabinet with the other hand and put it on Huo Qiran's head.
Huo Qiran remained motionless and showed no reaction.
Huo Jinxi then looked at Mr. Huo, "It's not that he likes Mu Qian, it's just that the feeling Mu Qian brings to him is different from other women. He longs for maternal love, but has never experienced it, so he blindly believes that this is what his mother feels like.
You can't take the faith of a six-year-old child."
"Why, after all these years, this girl Mu Qian is completely different now, but she still can't catch your eye?" Mr. Huo glanced at Huo Qiran, "Since you are the father of this child, you should consider this child.