When Huo Jinxi and Mu Qian returned to the Huo family's old house, the living room was still brightly lit.

Mu Qian was speechless all the time, allowing Huo Jinxi to take her out of the car and walk into the living room with her hand.

In the living room, Huo Qiran and Mr. Huo were sitting at the dining table, with two heads together, not knowing what they were talking about.

Until he saw Huo Jinxi and Mu Qian walking in the door, Huo Qiran's eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly jumped out of the chair, ran to Mu Qian, and reached out to pull her hand.

Mu Qian came to his senses, looked at him, and then looked at Mr. Huo, "Grandpa is back?"

"I'm back." Mr. Huo said, "I'm such an old bone, I'm still comfortable living in this house."

Mu Qian then pinched Huo Qiran's face again, "Where are you? What are you doing if you don't sleep so late?"

Huo Qiran took Mu Qian's hand and took her to the kitchen.

On the kitchen table, a piece of powder was sprinkled, while Huo Qiran opened the door of the refrigerator and took out a small shallow plate from it. In the plate, there were more than a dozen dumplings of different sizes, which looked as tender as him.

Mu Qian paused, bent down and looked at him, "What did you do?"

Huo Qiran nodded proudly.

Mr. Huo immediately came to the kitchen door and said, "Today their school teaches making dumplings, and when they come back, they have to make them for you to eat. But you came back so late. He was so sleepy just now."

Huo Qiran pouted and looked at Mu Qian expectantly.

Mu Qian reached out and touched his head, "It just so happened that I drank too much today and the wind blew again. I wanted to eat something warm and hot. You, it's so considerate."

Huo Qiran smiled happily and shyly, and then handed the dumplings in his hand to the aunt.

"I'll cook it." Mu Qian stopped him and took the dumplings.

"You?" the aunt looked at her in confusion, "How can you cook?"

Mu Qian sighed slightly, "I don't know how to make a glutinous rice dumpling, don't you need any technical content?"

"Let her do it." Mr. Huo said, "She is ready, I want to taste it too."

"You think beautifully!" Mu Qian said, "Your body index will give you at most a bite, and I will give you some more soup at that time."

Several people laughed while talking. When Huo Jinxi changed his clothes and went downstairs, Mu Qian had already lifted up her sleeves and was about to put the dumplings into the pot and cook them under the guidance of her aunt.

Huo Qiran was guarding the side, while Mr. Huo turned around and returned to the living room with Huo Jinxi.

"How is Qianqian's emotions?" asked Mr. Huo.

"It's okay on the surface." Huo Jinxi said.

After hearing this, Mr. Huo sighed slightly and said, "All of them are miserable children."

"Don't worry," said Huo Jinxi, "I know she feels sad. She is likely to act impulsively. I will look at her and will not let her get into trouble."

After hearing this, Mr. Huo nodded slowly.

Soon, a few bowls of steaming dumplings were brought out in the kitchen.

Mu Qian put the dumplings in front of several people, then hugged Huo Qiran and said, "For the first time I worked with this kid, you must give all your face!"

Mr. Huo looked down at the bowl in front of him. Only one dumpling was lying in it, plus half a bowl of soup.

"I want to give this face. Someone is not allowed to eat more." Mr. Huo said, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the bowl in front of Huo Jinxi, and then said, "Jin Xi doesn't like sweet foods, I'll eat two for him."

Mu Qian immediately glared at him, "No eating!"

The spoon in Mr. Huo's hand had already reached out, and was blocked by Huo Jinxi's hand.

Huo Jinxi glanced at him and spoke slowly: "I can finish eating."

So, under the gaze of everyone, Huo Jinxi, who usually doesn't touch sweets, finished the bowl of dumplings bit by bit.

Mr. Huo snorted dissatisfiedly, holding the spoon can only drink soup.

The room has not been so lively for a long time. A few people gathered at the dining table to eat and chat. The topic was basically around Mr. Huo and Huo Qiran, which was warm and pleasant.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when Mu Qian finally sent Mr. Huo and Huo Qiran to go upstairs to sleep.

She settled Huo Qiran, and when she came out again, she suddenly remembered some things to say to Mr. Huo.

However, when she walked to Mr. Huo's door, Mu Qian suddenly stopped again. After thinking for a while, she turned around and walked towards Huo Jinxi's bedroom.

Who knew that as soon as he walked to the door of his bedroom, the door suddenly opened.

Huo Jinxi changed his nightgown and stood behind the door. It was obvious that he was preparing to go to her bedroom.

However, he was not too surprised to see Mu Qian appear in front of his door. After pausing for a moment, he asked her: "Sleep here today?"

"I don't care if you can sleep." Mu Qian replied.

So Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand, pulled Mu Qian directly into the room, and closed the door.

Mu Qian entered the door and was not ready to speak yet, Huo Jinxi had already spoken: "What's the matter to tell me?"

Mu Qian couldn't help but look back at him, "Is it obvious?"

"What do you think?" Huo Jinxi asked back.

So Mu Qian no longer shy and was confused and stretched out her hand to him, "I want to ask you to borrow money."

Huo Jinxi didn't ask how much she wanted, just asked: "What do you do?"

"Ask someone and do things," Mu Qian said, "there is no danger."

"Okay." Huo Jinxi said.

Mu Qian suddenly laughed and leaned over to him, "Look, I said I wouldn't be polite to you when I have requests."

After saying that, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him, then walked into the bathroom.

Huo Jinxi looked at her back and said nothing more. She just picked up her phone and sent a message to Qi Yuan.

When Mu Qian came out of the bathroom again, Huo Jinxi was leaning against the bedside reading a book.

She had no intention of doing other errands, so she walked to the bed and picked up her phone to prepare for contact.

Who knows that the phone screen lights up, but it shows a bank text message income reminder.

Mu Qian couldn't help but squint her eyes and counted the 0 on the screen.

She counted three times before she finally counted clearly. She couldn't help but look up at Huo Jinxi and raised her phone, "Are you... too big?"

"The problem that can be solved with money is not a problem," said Huo Jinxi.

"Only rich people can say such things." Mu Qian said, and then looked at his bank card balance. "But I can pretend to be rich now. It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality. Huo Jinxi, you can't use money to corrupt my soul and lure me to fall."

After hearing this, Huo Jinxi was silent for a moment, he suddenly said: "If money can solve all your unhappiness, I am willing to lose everything."
Chapter completed!