These photos are not perfect to Mu Qian.

It is true that Huo Jinxi has a background in architecture and has first-class aesthetic skills. These photos have their own aesthetic style in composition and lighting. Even if they are just taken with their mobile phones, they are quite professional.

But as a woman in the photo, most of the only thing she pays attention to is herself.

Although Mu Qian also has great pursuits in art, it is up to her to herself. If she really wants her to post these photos to the public and expose some minor flaws on her face, she must have some concerns.

But now, after looking at these photos over and over again, she was no longer feeling unhappy.

There are still messages popping up on the WeChat dialog box, most of which are gossiping about what kind of love the couple are playing, and some are even more bored.

Mu Qian didn't reply, and after brushing photos from her circle of friends, applying facial mask, washing her face, applying skin care products, then she walked out of the bathroom calmly.

Huo Jinxi was still lying on the bed in his previous position, still holding his tablet, studying finance and economics.

Mu Qian walked over, lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, and asked casually: "Have you posted the photo?"

"Send it." Huo Jinxi replied.

Mu Qian said "Oh", then lay down and said, "Then I'm sleeping, I'm so tired today..."

As she said that, she turned off the bedside lamp on this side of her, posed and closed her eyes.

A moment later, there was also movement from Huo Jinxi's side.

She heard him put down the tablet, turned off the light, and then seemed to lie down.

Soon, Mu Qian waited for the man's temperature.

Opening her eyes, there was only the gentle and hazy night light in the bedroom. Although the facial lines of the man in front of her were blurry, how could she still need to use those lines to see his face clearly?

Mu Qian's dark eyes shone brightly in the dim light, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Huo Jinxi lowered his body.

"Since those photos cannot satisfy Mrs. Huo..." he said, "then I can only make other efforts..."

Mu Qian lay on his back, biting his lips and chuckling, and closed his eyes and saw the stars in the sky.

...

When Huo Jinxi was working hard with devotion, the cell phone placed at the bedside suddenly rang.

His cell phone ringtone has never been loud. Although the repetitive rhymes make people a little irritable, it is not enough to affect the two people.

Even though that phone rang for a long time.

Not long after, Mu Qian's cell phone rang.

Mrs. Huo, who is so angry that her cell phone ringtone is always the loudest.

It was the moment when the phone ringtone rang, both of the people who had just re-invested were affected.

Mu Qian's body stiffened.

Huo Jinxi's body also stiffened.

Mrs. Huo was not very happy.

Mr. Huo was even more unhappy.

The moment he picked up his phone and saw the caller, Mu Qian rolled his eyes, mute the phone directly, threw it out, and then looked at the man with a heavy face in front of him.

"Or..." Mu Qian's fingers were circling on him, "Go to bed early today and beat him tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jinxi's face seemed to be heavier.

Obviously, there is no word "go to bed early" in Mr. Huo's dictionary at this moment.
Chapter completed!