Mu Qian poured himself a glass of water, and did not rush to go upstairs, but sat downstairs and drank slowly.

After a while, Qi Yuan got out again and hurried to the door. He probably went to the car to get the documents. After a while, he hurried upstairs with a few more documents.

After Mu Qian finished drinking a glass of water, Qi Yuan came down from the upper floor again, looking worried.

Mu Qian didn't plan to pay attention to him. When she was about to go straight upstairs, Qi Yuan stopped her: "Miss Mu."

Mu Qian stopped and turned to look at him.

"Miss Mu, can you persuade Mr. Huo?" Qi Yuan said, "You have heard what the doctor said today. He really can't work hard..."

"You tell me this?" Mu Qian felt a little funny, "If you don't come and send him documents, I'll see how he works."

Qi Yuan's face turned slightly red, "I... I can't do anything, and there are so many business in the company. If those documents are not passed by Mr. Huo, the work cannot be unfolded..."

"You are such a big company, you really have the final say on him?" Mu Qian asked, "Is there no one else who can do it for you?"

"Of course, everyone will do their own jobs," Qi Yuan replied, "But Mr. Huo will do important projects personally."

Mu Qian sneered, "If you don't believe in others, you don't believe in others. It sounds so nice."

"You just advise him." Qi Yuan said, "If this continues, his body will not be able to bear it."

"Why do you think I can persuade him?" Mu Qian replied, "You don't know what your boss's personality?"

Qi Yuan looked at Mu Qian quietly for a moment and replied: "I am...intuition. If there is anyone in this world who can persuade Mr. Huo, then it must be Miss Mu."

Mu Qian couldn't help laughing out loud, "I've only heard that women have a sixth sense, and men's sixth sense, aren't it reliable?"

"You have always been confident." Qi Yuan said, "How come you have no confidence in yourself?"

Mu Qian glanced at him, "Honest people can also use provocation? It's a pity that it's useless to me."

Mu Qian stopped talking nonsense to him, turned around and went straight to his room, and closed the door with a "slam".

That night, Huo Jinxi did not leave the study until dawn.

When he was about to go back to his room, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Mu Qian's room located on the other end of the corridor.

The door was closed and there was no light coming out of the crack in the ground. At this time, according to her habit, she should still be asleep.

Huo Jinxi turned around and walked into his room.

The next morning, when Mu Qian went downstairs, he happened to hear Mr. Huo ask about his aunt Huo Jinxi's situation again.

The aunt probably got Huo Jinxi's instructions and replied: "It's pretty good. I've been home, so he can definitely have a good rest."

Mr. Huo didn't seem to believe it, "I woke up in the morning and passed by the study. There were quite a few cigarette butts in the ashtray!"

After hearing this, the aunt hurriedly said, "That should be something I haven't cleaned before. I'll go clean it right now."

After saying that, the aunt turned around and walked upstairs, just passing Mu Qian. Mu Qian couldn't help but praise the aunt's wit in her heart.

When she finished breakfast with Mr. Huo and went upstairs again, she suddenly heard a "pop" sound from the study, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Mu Qian couldn't help but walk over and saw that there was only the aunt in the study, who seemed to be cleaning the desk, but accidentally touched something on the ground.

Mu Qian didn't care. Just as she was about to turn her head and walk away, she suddenly saw an iron box in her aunt's hand.

She couldn't help but stop and then walked in.

When the aunt heard the footsteps, she turned around and saw her, she breathed a sigh of relief, "I was tidying up the desk, but I accidentally touched the box."

Mu Qian stepped forward and heard the aunt say, "I didn't put it outside before..."

Only then did Mu Qian see clearly that the box was an old-style mooncake box with two peonies on the lid. Because the surface has oxidized and painted off, it looks particularly old.

"Where did you put it before?" Mu Qian asked.

The aunt pointed to the cabinet under the desk, "It's where it is placed. It's probably because Jin Xi took it out and looked at it."

Mu Qian stretched out her hand, and the aunt naturally handed her the box.

She held the box in the palm of her hand, weighed it gently, and weighed the familiar weight.

...

Huo Jinxi was forcibly detained at home by Mr. Huo. On the surface, he had done enough skills. At least during the day, he seemed to rest in his room until the evening when he went downstairs to have supper with everyone.

There was a rare crowd on the dining table, and Huo Qiran looked very happy, but the three adults had their own thoughts, which made the whole meal feel a little silent.

After dinner, Mu Qian went upstairs. Regardless of whether Huo Jinxi or a patient, he directly left the task of tutoring Huo Qiran's homework to him.

Fortunately, guiding Huo Qiran's homework is not a big deal, so Huo Jinxi just thought it was a rest.

"What's wrong with Qianqian today?" Mr. Huo was also a little confused. "I didn't say much when I was having a meal. I obviously looked much better yesterday, but I was silent again today."

Huo Jinxi calmed down for a moment and replied: "I will pay attention."

Mr. Huo glanced at him and sighed again.

When Huo Qiran fell asleep and when Huo Jinxi walked into the study, he knew the reason why Mu Qian was silent.

An iron box that originally belonged to his study was gone.

...

Mu Qian locked the door and got up from the bed slowly when he heard the knock. After opening the door, he saw Huo Jinxi standing at the door.

I don’t know if it’s because of illness or sadness. When he faced her recently, the sharp aura on his body dropped sharply, but at this moment, the momentum seemed to have returned.

"Give me my stuff back." Huo Jinxi said.

Mu Qianman asked casually: "What?"

Huo Jinxi looked at her, and then his eyes fell on the dressing table in her room - the iron box was quietly resting there.

Huo Jinxi raised his foot and wanted to walk in. Mu Qian stopped him with her body, looked back along his gaze, and then looked at him again, with her eyes provocative, "If you remember correctly, that should be my thing. What should I do, I should have the final say."

"You dare." Huo Jinxi said.

"Why don't I dare?" Mu Qian replied, "I had the courage to bury it seven years ago, and seven years later I had the confidence to burn everything inside!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jinxi's eyes suddenly darkened and he grabbed her wrist. He was obviously a sick person, but his strength was still enough to control her.

He pulled her with one hand, walked into the room quickly, walked to the dressing table, and suddenly lifted the lid of the iron box.

In the box, dozens of portraits of large and small characters remain the same.

Every picture is painted by him.

Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment before letting go of Mu Qian and buckled the box again.
Chapter completed!