After hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but lean on Lu Yuan's shoulder, chuckled lightly, and said, "You know why."
Lu Yuan could not help but turn his head and glance at her, paused slightly, and did not express his position.
The three of them went upstairs together. As soon as they entered the door, Huo Qiran went to the bathroom, while Mu Qian's eyes fell on this room that she had not been to for several days.
At the door, there are two styles of slippers for men and women. Men's shirts and T-shirts are neatly stacked on the sofa. There is also beer in the open kitchen that Lu Yuan will never touch.
"Rong Heng really doesn't suffer at all." Mu Qian said, "I spent money to buy home furnishings, so I just made this place my home, right?"
Lu Yuan listened and put the clothes on the sofa into the closet without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, she had just put away her clothes and was about to turn around when she saw Mu Qian walking behind her and looking over.
Lu Yuan closed the closet door instantly.
When Rong Heng first came here, he just carried a travel bag. Now the travel bag could no longer hold his clothes, pants, shoes and socks, so he could only put them in the cabinet.
Even though he knew he couldn't hide it from Mu Qian, Lu Yuan still pushed her away from here.
Returning to the dining table, Mu Qian poured out the soup from the pot and put it in front of Lu Yuan, and then asked again: "What's going on at his house?"
"Nothing happened." Lu Yuan answered calmly while holding the soup, "I only stayed here for a few minutes and met his parents and brother."
"Is Rong Juan here too?" Mu Qian said, "Aunt Rong must be very happy to see you, right?"
Lu Yuan slowly raised his eyes, looked at her, and then said, "Do you think his parents will be happy when they see me?"
"Why not?" Mu Qian said, "That fool Rong Heng can find such a good wife. They should wake up from their dreams with a smile."
Lu Yuan glanced at her and said, "You are the only one who can talk nonsense."
After hearing this, Mu Qian suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Lu Yuan and said, "I know you must have complicated emotions when facing them. After all, they are Rong Heng's parents. To you, their blessings are very important."
It's important, but it's definitely not the most important. The most important thing is the person who is willing to do everything possible to protect you, isn't it?"
When Lu Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but lower his eyes slightly. He was silent for a moment, and then finally whispered: "I know."
Mu Qian smiled slightly and held her tighter, "Just be yourself."
Huo Qiran walked out of the bathroom after washing his hands. Lu Yan reached out and called him to his side, glanced at the half-pot of hot soup left, and asked him: "Do you want to drink it?"
Huo Qiran quickly covered her mouth and shook her head repeatedly, "Mom said this soup was specially made for you, Aunt Yuanyuan, and is only suitable for girls. I won't drink it, I won't drink it anymore..."
After saying that, he suddenly burped.
Mu Qian immediately glared at him with dissatisfaction, "Your mother, I'm making soup for you with a big belly, and you still dare to dislike it? Your father doesn't even have to drink it even if he wants to!"
Huo Qiran blinked innocently and said nothing.
Lu Yuan looked at Mu Qian in surprise, "Did you make this soup?"
Mu Qian looked at her with a smile, "Yes, it tastes good, right?"
Lu Yuan did not comment, just said: "How come you are so interested in entering the catering industry?"
"Anyway, I won't care about anything or do anything in the future. I will concentrate on taking care of my son." Mu Qian leaned back in the chair, "Watch him every day, stay with him, and enjoy our family time, right?
son?"
Regarding this point, Huo Qiran seemed to be very satisfied. He leaned into Mu Qian's arms and nodded repeatedly.
"That's fine." Lu Yuan said, "It's time for you to relax..."
Mu Qian listened and said: "You think I am you? I am the best at self-regulation. I am always relaxed. Tell this to yourself."
Hearing this, Lu Yuan raised his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then slowly curved his lips.
It was getting late, and after Mu Qian left with Huo Qiran, Lu Yuan simply tidied the house, then took a shower and prepared to go to bed.
But after tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, she never fell asleep.
Late at night, Lu Yuan finally got up and sat on the sofa for a while before she got up and walked to the balcony.
Opening the locker on the balcony, Lu Yan took down a box from the top floor, opened it, and saw his drawing utensils and sewing tools.
Since she injured her hand, she put these things away and put them away, never touching them again.
But that night, she tossed and turned, it seemed, just for these things.
Lu Yuan took the box into the room, placed the contents on the table one by one, and finally couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush.
The brush was still the same as before, and the way she held the brush was still the same, but the feeling of holding the brush was extremely unfamiliar.
Lu Yuan stared blankly at the hand holding the pen for a moment, and finally put the tip of the pen on the paper.
However, when she tried to paint with the same techniques and techniques as before, she clearly noticed the stiffness in her wrists.
Her wrists that were unable to move flexibly made every stroke she made on the drawing paper become extremely stiff.
After a few strokes, Lu Yuan stopped.
Looking at the unfamiliar lines on the drawing paper, after a long time, she slowly folded the paper.
The moment she was about to put the piece of paper into the trash can, her movements froze.
After a while, she unfolded the paper again and spread it on the table in front of her. Then, she held the pen with her left hand and started drawing again one stroke at a time.
…
The next morning, after Mu Qian sent Huo Qiran to school, she went to a nearby hotel.
It was almost past breakfast time, so as soon as Mu Qian walked in, she saw Xu Tingrong sitting by the window.
She was sitting there looking out the window in a daze, with undisguised anxiety and sadness on her face.
"Aunt Rong." Mu Qian stepped forward, "I'm sorry, I was late when I sent my child to school."
"It's okay, I just arrived." Xu Tingrong came back to her senses and said, "Sit down."
Mu Qian sat down and ordered a cup of hot milk, then looked at Xu Tingrong, "What's wrong? Aunt Rong invited me out. Is there anything you want to ask me?"
Xu Tingrong sighed slightly, and then said: "Qianqian, Aunt Rong is telling you what's in her heart. You must not pervert me."
Mu Qian nodded, "Of course."
Xu Tingrong then said: "I won't hide it from you. Yesterday Rong Heng took your sister home and met your Uncle Rong..."
"Yeah." Mu Qian responded, "Did Uncle Rong say anything?"
"He only said three words." Xu Tingrong said slowly, "It's inappropriate."