When Mu Qian returned to the Huo family, it was already late at night.

When she got out of the car, she accidentally found that Huo Jinxi's car had parked in the garage, which meant that he had gone home.

According to the past habit, if Huo Jinxi was still in the painting hall when she got off work, he would definitely come to pick her up. But today, he not only did not come to pick her up, but he didn't even send a message to her. He quietly

Just go home?

This situation is very strange.

With his control over her whereabouts, Mu Qian had reason to believe that he knew where she went and who she met today. So the current situation was just deliberately showing her?

Thinking of this situation, Mu Qian couldn't help but feel a little funny and walked into the house.

Mr. Huo and Huo Qiran should have both gone to bed, and the lights in Huo Jinxi's study are still on.

Mu Qian stepped forward and pushed open the door of the study, "Hello?"

In the study, Huo Jinxi sat quietly behind the desk. He was originally looking at the computer, but when he heard her voice, he turned to the door.

Everything seemed normal, but the only abnormal thing was that he was holding a cigarette in his hand.

An unlit cigarette.

But Mu Qian still changed her face slightly, "Didn't you quit smoking?"

Huo Jinxi leaned against the chair, threw away the cigarette casually, and asked casually: "Where have you gone?"

Mu Qian snorted slightly, "Do you don't know where I went?"

Huo Jinxi did not answer, but the look of looking at her was really uncomfortable.

Mu Qian was originally happy to share something with him, but seeing this, she couldn't help biting her lip, turned her head and walked towards her bedroom.

When he returned to the bedroom, Mu Qian did nothing else, just sat on the bed, placed the jasmine picture in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

Soon, the door of the room was unscrewed, and Huo Jinxi pushed the door and walked in.

Mu Qian looked up at him, then snorted again, and sat in a different direction with the painting.

But Huo Jinxi had already seen the painting clearly.

"Your father's painting?" Huo Jinxi walked up and asked.

Mu Qian thought about it and smiled decisively, "Yes, after seeing it abroad, Mr. Meng specially brought it back for me."

After saying that, she glanced at Huo Jinxi. Huo Jinxi looked at her, and her eyes became more depressed again.

"Is it good?" Mu Qian raised the painting and handed it to him.

After taking a look, Huo Jinxi slowly said, "Do you like it very much?"

"Of course I like it." Mu Qian said, "My father's painting... Speaking of which, my father has painted a lot of flowers, birds, fish and insects, but I seem to have never seen him paint jasmine flowers. This painting should be when my father was very young.

I drew it, but unfortunately I didn’t write down the date.”

Huo Jinxi didn't say anything, but just picked up the painting and put it by the window.

But Mu Qian still held his chin and looked at the painting almost obsessedly, "Maybe I should inquire with Mr. Meng, who did he buy this painting from, and where did that person get it from,

I can know when my father painted this painting.”

“Is this painting so important?”

"Of course." Mu Qian said, "This is the only painting of Jasmine that my father has painted. It is unprecedented, unique, so precious, of course important-"

Before she could say it completely, she suddenly had her lips blocked.

Huo Jinxi leaned forward and directly pushed her onto the bed, tightly sealing her, not giving her a chance to continue to speak.

Mu Qian was kissed heavily by him, and she couldn't smile. She wanted to say that he was stingy and couldn't say anything. She could only stretch out her hand to hook his neck and cooperate with her.

It was a very crazy night from last night to this morning. Mu Qian thought that she should be just making a fuss at this moment, but she didn't expect that this fuss, and two hours passed again.

Mu Qian was originally energetic and very excited. He was fussed by him several times now, and finally exhausted all his energy again. He returned to the bed and closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a short while.

Huo Jinxi lay beside her, looking at her sleeping face, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

...

At five o'clock in the morning, Mu Qian fell asleep for three hours and suddenly woke up without warning.

As soon as she woke up, Huo Jinxi, who had just fallen asleep, immediately opened her eyes and looked at the person in her arms.

Mu Qian opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling on her head empty and confused.

"What's wrong?" Huo Jinxi asked softly, stretched out his hand to look on her forehead.

But Mu Qian sat up suddenly, turned on the headlights in the room, and looked at the painting that was placed on the windowsill by Huo Jinxi, and remained motionless for a long time.

Huo Jinxi felt the temperature of her body getting colder and colder, rubbed her into her arms, and forced her to look at him, "What the hell is wrong?"

It took a long time before Mu Qian's gaze was difficult to focus on his face.

"Huo Jinxi." When she spoke again, her voice trembled slightly, "You said, why did my father paint all the flowers, birds, insects and fish, but never paint jasmine again? Why is this jasmine unique? This jasmine

, Who did he draw for?"

Huo Jinxi quickly understood what she meant.

Since ancient times, poetic painters have liked to use flowers to describe beauty, and Mu Huaian is no exception. For example, the peonies he wrote are all painted for Rong Qingzi.

Mu Huaian has painted many peonies of different shapes, but this jasmine that even Mu Qian has never seen has become a unique existence.

If this jasmine, like the peony he painted, was painted for someone, what would this person have in his heart?

For a long time, in Mu Qian's heart, Mu Huaian loved Rong Qingzi, and this love lasted until death, so Rong Qingzi's subsequent actions became uneasy in her heart...

But what if the facts she is doing is not the fact?

If Rong Qingzi's attitude changed suddenly after his father's death, would there be some specific reason?

Mu Qian dared not think, as long as she thought about it a little, she would be cold all over.

That was the father who existed in her life like faith. She could not, nor did she dare to put any negative thoughts on him.

But she couldn't help but think about the painting in front of her.

"Impossible...Impossible..." Mu Qian murmured, "Dad can't do this..."

Huo Jinxi pulled the quilt to wrap her around, held her tightly in her arms, and said in a deep voice: "There will be an answer soon."

...

Huo Jinxi's "very fast" is really fast.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Rong Qingzi and her new boyfriend appeared in the restaurant of the Huo family's old house to accompany Mr. Huo for breakfast.

Rong Qingzi is as radiant as ever, beautiful as ever, and her new boyfriend is mature and steady, and she is Jiang Taihe, a famous single tycoon in the city.

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me over for breakfast today?" Rong Qingzi asked.

Mr. Huo looked at her, then at her new boyfriend, and said lightly: "You have the nerve to say? How long has it been since I visited me? How many days left are there? I will see you less once, and you can't bear to leave too much.
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