In Mu Qian's heart, Mu Huaian is a gentle and loving father, an enlightenment teacher and idol, and a pearl in the painting world.

He is talented, has excellent painting skills, and his elegant and lively style is even more personal than Fang Miao, who has long been famous. When he began to emerge, Fang Miao's paintings were not famous.

If he were still alive, he would have become a master of the contemporary painting world.

But he left too early and he had not had time to manage his painting career well, so he passed away. The paintings he left were sold randomly by Rong Qingzi, and his painting career disappeared.

Mu Qian still remembers when she found that all her father's paintings were processed by Rong Qingzi, she also cried and made a fuss in front of Rong Qingzi, asking her why, but Rong Qingzi did not answer her, turned around and sent her to the Huo family, and left Tongcheng without looking back.

Mu Qian once thought that the loss of her father's paintings would become a regret for her life, but she did not expect that in her lifetime, she could see these paintings appear one by one again.

Her hopeless heart, which was hard to death, jumped up again in a moment.

There are still such moments in life where you can truly feel the beauty of life.

"Thank you." She stretched out her hand and hugged Huo Jinxi tightly, "This is the best gift I have ever received in my life."

Mu Qian couldn't help but blushed slightly, but she didn't let tears fall. She just laughed and rubbed into Huo Jinxi's arms and rubbed again and again.

Maybe it was because her initiative was too sudden, Huo Jinxi's body was slightly stiff. After a while, he reached out and held her waist and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect you to know so early."

"You should let me know earlier." Mu Qian looked up at him, "In this way, grandpa won't have to worry about the wedding."

When Huo Jinxi heard this, he looked at her quietly.

"You won." Mu Qian said, "You chose me to propose a way that I could not resist. I have no other way except to promise you."

She looked at him with a smile, her eyes circling, and her eyebrows were full of magnificence, "Huo Jinxi, you have to marry me as scheduled."

Her voice was sweet and pretty, as if she was really full of longing and expecting a lot.

However, Huo Jinxi's eyes were extremely insignificantly darker.

...

Mu Qian spent most of this day in the painting hall.

In addition to savoring Mu Huaian's paintings, she also met with the head of the public relations company who hosted the art exhibition, learned about the details and progress of the preparation, obtained the initial printed brochure, and gave her own opinions appropriately.

She devoted herself to it until after eight o'clock in the evening, when the staff tactfully reminded her whether to eat something before continuing, she realized that time was passing quickly.

When Mu Qian returned home, Huo Qiran was already asleep. When Mr. Huo was about to go upstairs to rest, he saw her entering the door, and stopped for a moment.

"Grandpa!" Mu Qian said with a brisk step and said sweetly.

Seeing her bright eyes and radiant look, Old Master Huo couldn't help but be stunned, "Where have you been going this day?"

Mu Qian stepped forward and helped Mr. Huo sit down, took out the promotional brochure of the Mu Huaian Art Exhibition from his bag and handed it to Mr. Huo.

"This is..." Mr. Huo took it, looked through it carefully, and suddenly realized something, and looked at Mu Qian with a smile, "What Jin Xi gave it to you?"

Mu Qian nodded repeatedly, smiling.

Seeing her appearance, Mr. Huo couldn't help but feel very happy, and then said, "I asked him about such a good thing just now, but he didn't even say anything."

"He's back?" Mu Qian asked.

Mr. Huo nodded, "It's in the study."

"It must be busy with the company again." Mu Qian curled her lips and turned to look in the direction of the kitchen, "Auntie, is there anything else to eat in the kitchen?"

"Ah? You haven't eaten yet?" the aunt said in surprise. "I didn't call in advance and said... I've stewed some sweet soup now. If you're hungry, why don't you make a bowl of noodles for you?"

Mu Qian thought for a while and replied, "No, it's okay to have sweet soup. I'll drink a bowl. By the way, I'll serve Huo Jinxi as well, and I'll take it for him."

Mr. Huo always smiled when he listened.

...

When Mu Qian held two bowls of sweet soup and pushed open the door of Huo Jinxi's study, Huo Jinxi was on the phone, holding a cigarette in his hand, his eyes were cold and cold. It was obvious that the content of the phone should not be very pleasant.

If others saw him, they would retreat. But Mu Qian seemed to be invisible and walked straight in, sat down opposite his desk, put a bowl of sweet soup to him, and brought another bowl to eat.

Huo Jinxi quickly ended the call and left his cell phone, but he still kept smoking.

Mu Qian looked up at him, then suddenly stood up, grabbed his hand holding the cigarette, took it off, and slapped it into the ashtray, then looked at him, "Drink sweet soup, I'll take it for you."

But Huo Jinxi didn't even look at the bowl of sweet soup, and just said, "I don't eat sweet."

Mu Qian paused and suddenly put down the spoon in her hand, "What do you mean?"

Huo Jinxi lit a cigarette for himself again, then looked at her again, "It's hard to understand?"

"I know you are working overtime, so I specially brought a bowl of sweet soup to make you moisturize. What is worse than your wish?" Mu Qian asked.

Huo Jinxi looked at her quietly and slowly said, "You are willing to do so."

Mu Qian immediately understood what he meant.

What he called willingness naturally did not refer to this bowl of sweet soup.

Mu Qian looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed. Then, she slowly lay on his desk and looked into Huo Jinxi's eyes, "What would you do if I was not willing to do it? Will you drive me away? Will you cancel the wedding? Will you take back the things you gave me?"

Huo Jinxi looked at her with a heavy face, as if she wanted to see through the true emotions behind her smile.

But Mu Qian gradually smiled and said coldly: "When you don't give it to you, you'll chase after you, but if you give it to you, you pick up Qiao, and you have to investigate whether I'm willing. Yes, not only is I not willing, but I still regret it very much now! Just think that I'm a slut, Huo Jinxi, let's forget it!"

After saying that, she stood up, turned around and left his study without looking back.

Huo Jinxi sat quietly in the chair, finished smoking a whole cigarette deeply, then pulled out the cigarette butts, got up and walked out of the study.

Mu Qian's door was not locked, and Huo Jinxi walked in as soon as he pushed the door open.

Mu Qian was lying on the bed and looking through the booklet I got back from the painting hall today. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she looked up and glared at him, then got up and got out of bed, "I'll go and sleep with Qi Ran."
Chapter completed!