This weirdness is because Huo Qiran has always been warm and smiling. Even when he is silent and has no expression on his face, he is still gentle, but this is not the case at this moment.

He looked at her and Brayden, with an expression on his face that seemed confused, puzzled, and...unhappy.

But what does it look like if Huo Qiran is unhappy?

Jing Li doesn't know.

Besides, she probably wouldn't have the chance to see him unhappy.

Even so, she still pushed Brayden again and said in a dumbfounded voice: "Don't just learn one or two Chinese words and then use them randomly. It's nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Brayden looked sincere and serious, almost swearing to the sky, "every word of mine is true, you must believe me."

Jing Li smiled helplessly at Huo Qiran, and then said: "You go back first, you have to drive to the restaurant, remember to rest early, bye."

As she spoke, she pushed Brayden towards the hall.

The two of them were walking, joking, and talking and laughing. They were clearly extremely intimate.

Huo Qiran stood outside, watching the two people walk into the elevator and completely disappear from his eyes before finally slowly retracting his gaze, turning around and walking silently to the parking place alone.

When Huo Qiran finally arrived home, Yueyue was sitting on the sofa downstairs making a phone call. When he saw him calling out "brother," he only responded in a low voice, without even looking at his sister, and went straight downstairs.

Go up.

Yueyue was stunned and called him again: "Brother! I have a math question to ask you!"

Huo Qiran seemed not to have heard anything, and his figure had disappeared upstairs.

Mu Qian came in from the back garden and asked, "Brother is back?"

Yueyue snorted and said: "I'm back, but I still don't know where my soul is! He ignored me even when I called him!"

After hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but frown slightly and said, "Isn't the cold getting worse again?"

As she spoke, she hurried upstairs.

When he walked into Huo Qiran's room, he had already laid down on the bed with his clothes undressed. Mu Qian hurried forward and directly put her hand on his forehead.

The temperature is normal and there is no fever.

Huo Qiran slowly opened his eyes and called out: "Mom."

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Qian said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"It's okay." Huo Qiran shook his head.

"You still said you're fine?" Mu Qian stared at him, "My voice is hoarse! Has the cough gotten worse again?"

"No." Huo Qiran said, "I had some spicy food tonight."

"You still eat spicy food when you cough like this?" Mu Qian said, "Do you want to piss me off to death?"

Huo Qiran responded vaguely, and then said: "Not anymore."

After hearing this, Mu Qian gently stretched out her hand and patted his forehead, and then said: "Have a good rest. If you feel uncomfortable tomorrow, don't go to the laboratory. Do you hear me?"

Huo Qiran responded again, not sure if he heard it or not, but slowly closed his eyes again.

Mu Qian glanced at him, curled her lips slightly, stood up and left his room, opened the door and walked into the study.

Huo Jinxi was preparing for a video conference later. When he saw her coming in, he just asked: "Qi Ran is back?"

"I'm back." Mu Qian said, "He looks so lost that he doesn't know what kind of stimulation he received."

Huo Jinxi looked up at her, saying: "The son is stimulated, you are very happy?"

Mu Qian snorted softly and said, "Men who are not sensible should be taught well. Regarding this, my position has never changed, even if that person is my son."

Huo Jinxi heard the words and smiled slightly, and then said: "Then I don't know what the talented writer, what lessons to be learned, can I be sensible?"

Mu Qian glanced at him and said, "Romantic is not guilty, not romantic is guilty. There is nothing wrong with others. What lessons do you need?"

Huo Jinxi snorted again.

Mu Qian walked behind him, hugged him from behind, leaned on his shoulder and said: "People can ask me to eat again, push it many times, and push me again."

"In other words, can't you say that you don't go to the appointment?" Huo Jinxi asked coldly.

"It's not just that you can't pass it. You just want to ask someone to dinner, so you can repay the enthusiasm of others!"

Huo Jinxi listened, and stretched out his hand and twisted it lightly on her.

Nympho

On this night, Huo Qiran was dizzy and late, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or did not fall asleep. Not only did he get up in the morning, he lost his throat completely.

When Mu Qian saw him like this, he couldn't help but say: "Don't go to the laboratory today, rest at home, and call Uncle Bei to give you a needle."

"It doesn't matter." Huo Qiran answered hard in his mouth, "I can't hold it up, I will come back to rest."

Mu Qian glanced at him and said, "There are guests at home at night, even if you support it, come back earlier."

Huo Qiran listened, but nodded and nodded. It was a response.

When Mu Qian saw his lack of interest, he turned his head and asked Huo Jinxi: "You said to entertain Stewart, are we preparing for western meals or Chinese meals?"

After hearing this problem, Huo Qiran raised his head and looked at Mu Qian. He still could only use the mouth shape: "The guests at night are Stewart?"

Mu Qian did not answer his question, but laughed, and said to Huo Jinxi: "You see him, it doesn't look like when you can't speak when he was a child, you can only communicate with others ..."

When Huo Qiran saw Mu Qian not answering his own question, he couldn't help but make a little sawwood -like sound: "Stewart?"

"This voice is more like when he just opened." Huo Jinxi immediately cooperated with Mu Qian and gave his son a blow.

Huo Qiran held the temple a little headache.

When the husband and wife finally laughed, Mu Qian cleared his throat and answered his question: "Yes, Stewart, I heard that his son also came to Tongcheng and planned to invite them to all guests."

Huo Qiran paused, and then said: "What about Jingli?"

Mu Qian carefully identified his mouth shape, "What? Chicken ribs? Do you want to eat chicken ribs?"

Huo Qiran closed his mouth again and looked at Mu Qian with a grievance sight.

He didn't believe Mu Qian didn't know what he asked. His mother, his mother, was clearly intentional.

After the gaze of his son's grievances, Mu Qian finally tender and said with a smile, "Jingli? She is an old guest of our family, and it will definitely come together! So, do you come back to eat at night, do you come back to eat at night?
Chapter completed!