That night was no different from usual, but the next morning, Huo Jinxi's face seemed to be even worse than the previous night.

Huo Qiran probably knew why, so he got up and called Mu Qian again.

The phone call was connected in seconds, and Huo Qiran soon saw Mu Qian's slightly tired face on the other end of the phone.

"Son, it's so early." Mu Qian's voice was slightly hoarse, "Have you got up?"

Huo Qiran responded, then suddenly widened his eyes, looked at the environment behind Mu Qian and asked, "Mom, where are you? It seems that it's evening there?"

"Yes." Mu Qian lazily showed him the environment she was in. At this moment, she was sitting in a moving car, and the surrounding area was dark and unfamiliar, and she couldn't tell where it was.

Huo Qiran held up his cell phone and walked out of his room. He happened to see Huo Jinxi coming out of the study. He couldn't help but meet him, "Dad, mom's phone is on!"

After hearing this, Huo Jinxi seemed to have known it for a long time. He stood there waiting for Huo Qiran to come forward, and then looked at the screen of his mobile phone.

"Hello!" Mu Qian immediately greeted him when he saw him, "Dear husband, do you miss me?"

Huo Jinxi's face did not improve at all, and he only asked lightly: "Here?"

"It's here." Mu Qian replied.

"Where has mom been?" Huo Qiran asked again, "Is Europe or America?"

"Oh Iceland." Mu Qian sighed slightly and said, "It's frozen to death!"

"Is it because of that Mr. Si Ting?" Huo Qiran asked again, "Has he gone there?"

"Yes!" Mu Qian was angry when he said that, "Son, do you think this person has something wrong with picking places with ice and snow and go crazy. He came to Northern Europe in March and went to Argentina in August. He was really convinced-"

"As an artist, he always has a personality." Huo Qiran said, "Is he looking for any inspiration this time?"

The mother and son started gossiping about this and left Huo Jinxi next to him.

When Huo Qiran went out to school, he suddenly remembered that his dear parents seemed to have said a few words this morning?

Isn't this too abnormal?

...

It was early morning when Mu Qian arrived in Iceland. She took the plane to transfer for more than ten or twenty hours. After finally staying in the hotel, she fell asleep and slept until the afternoon.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Si Ting had sent her a message in the morning saying that he was going out to find inspiration and told her not to follow him.

Mu Qian couldn't help rolling her eyes.

A madman is a madman! It is said that the Si family in Haicheng is full of madman, and it is indeed well-deserved!

Mu Qian complained in her heart, and finally picked up her cell phone again and called Huo Jinxi.

The phone was called, but no one answered.

Mu Qian curled her lips and did not continue to beat her. She got up and went downstairs to find something to eat.

But when he was sitting alone in the restaurant facing the snow-capped mountains, Mu Qian couldn't help but feel dazed.

It has been a long time since she has gone out like this, and she has no husband, son, daughter, sister, and friends by her side.

At this moment, someone patted her on the shoulder from behind, "You won't sleep until now, do you?"

Mu Qian didn't look back and rolled her eyes again.

In such a cold snow country, there is only one lunatic around you. What's the point?

The madman sat down directly opposite her, glanced at the food that was almost unmoved in front of Mu Qian, pulled it over without hesitation, and sent it to his mouth.

Mu Qian glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him, turned his head and lay on the armrest of the sofa, staring blankly into the distance.

Si Ting had enough food and drink, and then he looked at Mu Qian, who was very different from his usual condition, "Are you infected by the virus?"

"No." Mu Qian responded weakly.

"Then what's going on?" Si Ting said, "I told you not to come with me, you insisted on coming."

"If I don't come and stare, how can you get angry?" Mu Qian said, "But now... I miss my son a little."

Si Ting sneered without hesitation.

But Mu Qian ignored him completely, stared at the snow scene in the distance for a long time, and then slowly spoke: "Suddenly I remember that I still owe my son a Nordic trip."

It was just before she recognized Huo Qiran, and Huo Qiran had not spoken yet. She and Huo Jinxi wanted to take him to Nordic Europe for a while during the holiday. Unexpectedly, before leaving, he was suddenly stabbed by Cheng Manshu, who was mentally broken...

Now that I remember, those things are already very far away, but after that, either the time was too late, or Huo Qiran had a place he wanted to go. In short, their Nordic trip has not been put on the agenda until now.

At this moment, Mu Qian was here and suddenly recalled the past, and for a moment, she was full of thought.

How great would it be if they could be here too?

Mu Qian was dominated by her thoughts, and for a moment, even her vision became blurred.

Not far from the window, there was a white hilly mountain, covered with thick snow. At some point, several figures of all sizes appeared on it, walking hard on the snow.

As Mu Qian looked at them, he regarded those people as the people he was thinking about.

Didn’t the figures, one big and two small, match the three people she was worried about?

Those people seemed to be looking for something in the snow, walking back and forth, but they were all in that small area—

Mu Qian watched it for a long time without realizing it.

Until there were other customers coming next to the window, some discussed, some took photos, and some applauded...

Only then did Mu Qian realize that those figures were actually writing in the snow with their feet!

And what they wrote was...

L—O—V—E—

Mu Qian suddenly opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but stand up.

At the same time, the figures of all sizes suddenly turned around at the same time, facing the direction of the restaurant, and threw various blew kisses and heart-to-heart competitions...

It was cold outside, and the people were covered with thick bodies, and even their faces were wrapped, and they could not see their true colors at all.

But that did not prevent Mu Qian's heart from beating wildly.

She knew who it was, she knew who those blowing kisses and heart-to-heart gifts were for...

Si Ting sat by the window, looking at the situation outside the window coldly. Before he could make an evaluation, the figure in front of him suddenly flashed and ran out of the door...

Within two minutes, Mu Qian's figure appeared on the snow-

She didn't even wear a coat and threw herself into the arms of the tall figure.

The next moment, I heard the figure of the zipper being pulled apart, and then she was wrapped in a warm embrace.

I raised my head and met a pair of familiar eyes, deep and warm.

"What if I don't wear a coat, I don't want to do if it's frozen?"

"It's frozen, and someone is also a warm baby for me-" Mu Qian smiled with a sneer, turned around and took his daughter who was screaming and hiding into her arms. Then, he hooked her son over, and each of them gave incense and kissed her, and then said, "You two little guys, dare to skip school while I'm not here?"

The little princess Yueyue held her mother's neck tightly and kept showing kindness, "Mom, I miss you so much..."

Huo Qiran was not very adapted to the weather here, his nose was slightly red from the cold, but his eyes were still warm and peaceful, "Dad said, this trip is more important..."

As he said that, he couldn't help but sniff, obviously he couldn't understand, and had long forgotten why this trip was so important.

But Mu Qian still couldn't help but blushed slightly, lowered her head and kissed him on the face.

Yueyue couldn't help but pout, "Yueyue also wants her mother to kiss—"

Mu Qian turned his head and kissed his daughter on the face again.

Then, she finally looked up at Huo Jinxi again.

He stood beside him, quietly looking at her, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Huo Qiran suddenly realized something, and immediately hugged his sister from Mu Qian's arms, turned his head and walked towards the warm place.

In the snow and ice, Mu Qian was finally taken into his arms by Huo Jinxi again.

The two are in the center of "LOVE" and are almost integrated.

"Qi Ran seems to no longer remember this trip..." Mu Qian murmured in a low voice.

"It's okay." Huo Jinxi said, "There is still a long time in the future, enough for him to go through everything."

The cold wind in the mountains suddenly blew, and a few snowflakes that came from nowhere fell on the two people.

Under the passionate kiss, no one noticed it.

The wind is very cold and the snow is very cold.

Love is warm, deep, and long...
Chapter completed!