Mu Qian rolled up her hair and took a quick shower.
After drying herself and walking out of the bathroom, Mu Qian saw herself in the mirror.
Her skin is snow-white and extremely easy to leave marks.
At this moment, she could clearly see the hickeys on her neck and the scratches on her thighs.
Recalling the situation just now, was Huo Jinxi using so much force to vent, or was he deliberately leaving these marks on her body?
Mu Qian did not dwell on this issue for too long, because she was thinking about another thing now.
After a moment of silence, Mu Qian reached out and pinched the skin of her neck and shoulders.
She followed the marks left by Huo Jinxi and used little by little force to create more and more conspicuous marks on her neck.
After finishing it, Mu Qian slowly put on the skirt she just took, but found that the round neck design of the skirt could not cover the marks on her neck at all.
Mu Qian walked out of the bathroom, opened the closet door and looked for clothes to wear again.
Most of the clothes she wore in the past were childish and ridiculous, and since she no longer had the flat figure she once had, there weren't really many clothes she could wear.
When she reached the back of the closet, Mu Qian suddenly stopped.
She saw a red skirt.
On her eighteenth birthday, she wanted to wear the dress that she showed Huo Jinxi.
She had gone through it, and he had seen it, but everything went off track that day.
Mu Qian stayed still for a long time until there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Mu Qian asked in a low voice.
"Miss Mu, it's me." Ding Yang's voice sounded outside, "The old man has fallen asleep again, you can rest."
After hearing his words, Mu Qian did not answer, her eyes still only saw the old red skirt.
…
At three o'clock in the morning, Huo Jinxi also didn't rest.
He was sitting in his former study room, with several unfinished documents in front of him.
The clock was ticking, and he was concentrating on reviewing the documents, when he suddenly heard slight footsteps coming from the door.
Then, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Huo Jinxi did not pause his writing, nor did he raise his head. It was not until he finished reviewing the document that he closed his pen and slowly raised his eyes.
Mu Qian stood at the door and looked at him, wearing a red dress, long hair, and eyes as clear as a deer.
That look and appearance are very much like those of seven years ago.
Huo Jinxi's eyes narrowed slightly.
But the next moment, she laughed, her eyes swaying, charming and charming, but they were no longer the same as before.
"Mr. Huo," Mu Qian called him lazily, "could you please take me home?"
…
Mu Qian guessed that Huo Jinxi would not refuse, but she also did not guess that Huo Jinxi would send the driver and drive her himself.
That's just right.
The roads were particularly smooth in the early morning, but the atmosphere inside the driving car was extremely depressing.
Huo Jinxi's eyes narrowed all the way, and his whole body had a cold aura, which was particularly oppressive.
Mu Qian sat quietly in the passenger seat, humming to her heart and tapping her fingers gently on her knees, as if she didn't care about Huo Jinxi's presence at all.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of the community where Mu Qian now lives.
Mu Qian then turned her head and looked at Huo Jinxi with a bright smile, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."
Huo Jinxi didn't answer her. He lowered the car window and lit a cigarette for himself. He took a puff before finally looking at her, "About what?"
Mu Qian didn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of the car. When she heard Huo Jinxi's question, she laughed, leaning on the seat and looking at him, "Of course it's about all the help you gave... and seeing me off."
The lights at the entrance of the community were like daylight, illuminating her features, her red dress seemed to become more gorgeous, and the ambiguous marks on her neck and shoulders were even more conspicuous.