After the first snow, it seems that winter has really begun.

Winter is a lazy season, but Mu Qian, who has been lazy for half a year, only started to get busy again when winter comes.

The Painting Hall is preparing for a new art exhibition. This time, the art exhibition will be held in the famous Tongcheng Art Museum, and the theme is the exhibition of works by masters of Chinese paintings throughout the ages.

Among them are many famous paintings by Chinese painting masters during the Republic of China period. As for the present, paintings by Fang Miao and Mu Huaian and others participated in the exhibition.

The exhibition was proposed by Wen Yu, the manager of the Painting Hall. Mu Qian strongly agreed when he heard it, and immediately customized the plan and carried out various work.

It is true that nowadays, it is a bit too early to put Mu Huaian, Fang Miao and a group of Chinese paintings in the same exhibition hall, but in Mu Qian's view, Mu Huaian's artistic attainments are not inferior at all.

Have such qualifications.

Now, she has created the goals and ambitions he failed to achieve during his lifetime.

It is precisely because of this that Mu Qian devoted himself to this art exhibition, running back and forth between the organizers and the exhibitors, and doing his best to strive for more famous paintings to participate in the exhibition.

As soon as I get busy at work, Mu Qian will inevitably lose something in her family life.

Huo Qiran complained about this, but after hearing that Mu Qian was busy for his grandfather who had passed away for many years, Huo Qiran was very sensible and didn't say anything else.

This busyness lasted until late December, and Mu Qian gradually assigned the work at hand and took a proper rest.

After all, two days will be Christmas, which is the day when Ye Jinfan and Lu Tang hold their wedding. How could she not keep her energy and attend their wedding in the best condition?

On a rare free afternoon, Mu Qian returned home early.

The aunt was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Mr. Huo was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he suddenly saw her coming back, he paused slightly, and then said: "What's wrong today? He came back so early? Is the sun coming out from the west?

?”

"The sun is not out today." Mu Qian replied, walked to the sofa, leaned against the old man and leaned on the old man's shoulder, "Grandpa, I'm so tired."

"I still know how tired?" Mr. Huo said, "That's fine, I thought you were so busy that you didn't know anything."

Mu Qian suddenly noticed something from his words, looked up at him, "Grandpa, this kind of beating style is not suitable for you."

After hearing this, Mr. Huo nodded slightly and said, "Then I will test you, what day is today?"

“No. 21.”

"What about tomorrow?"

“No. 22.”

"What about yesterday?"

Mu Qian suddenly frowned, "On the 20th...whether are you taking the elementary school entrance exam?"

"Well, No. 20." Mr. Huo looked at her with a smile, "What day is the 20th?"

"What day?" Mu Qian was a little puzzled, "December 20..."

She frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something, her face suddenly changed.

Mr. Huo raised his hand and knocked her, "You finally remembered it?"

Mu Qian chuckled twice a little stiffly: "My wedding anniversary with Huo Jinxi..."

"How can you even forget such days?" Mr. Huo asked, "Everyone in the world remembers it, you don't remember it alone, do you think it's appropriate?"

"That person is very busy, Huo Jinxi has never reminded me..." Mu Qian muttered and defended, and suddenly remembered something again, "No wonder I came back in the middle of the night yesterday, and there was a set of jewelry on the dressing table. I thought Huo

Jin Xi gave it to me on a whim..."

The more she said that, she became more and more guilty, and couldn't help but snatch her fingers, "Did he originally plan to celebrate with me?"

"Don't he know you're busy?" said Mr. Huo, "I originally thought you could be a little conscience. I remembered to get up and go home early. Who knew you haven't remembered it yet!"

"Then why didn't he tell me?" Mu Qian said, "I'll be back soon if he says to me..."

"How much he indulges you and how much he lets you do, you don't know what you know?" Mr. Huo asked back.

After hearing this, Mu Qian was silent for a while, he suddenly turned his head to look at Mr. Huo, "He was not like this before, and he has become more and more crazy recently..."

Mr. Huo heard her words, glanced at her and asked, "Do you like his crazy heartbrokenness or don't?"

Mu Qian curled his lips and said, "I think it's normal for him to be a little cold and ruthless and perverted-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qian suddenly realized something was wrong.

In the middle of winter, the heat in the room was obviously very strong, but a chill suddenly came from the back of her neck.

Mu Qian suddenly turned around and saw Huo Jinxi walking down from the upstairs with a cup.

He seemed to just glance at her lightly, with no expression on his face, but the chill on Mu Qian's body became more and more obvious.

She quickly pulled Mr. Huo, but who knew that Mr. Huo seemed to feel nothing. She cleared her throat and went to watch TV with concentration.

Huo Jinxi turned straight into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee before turning around, looking at Mu Qian, and slowly said, "I'm back? Do you want to give you a bath?"

His tone was calm and his words were rare and tender, but Mu Qian felt a chill again inexplicably.

She still couldn't adapt to Huo Jinxi like this.

"No need." Mu Qian said, "I don't want to take a shower yet."

"Then come up, I'll give you a gift." Huo Jinxi said.

Another gift?

Mu Qian was both guilty and prepared. While following Huo Jinxi upstairs, he asked Mr. Huo for help with his eyes.

But Mr. Huo kept pretending that he could not see anything, so Mu Qian had to go upstairs with a tough bullet.

After going upstairs, he walked into Huo Jinxi's study.

Huo Jinxi sat in a chair, pulled her in front of her, turned on the screen of the computer and looked at her, "Aren't you going to hold an art exhibition recently? I happened to know a Chinese painting collector, this is the catalog of his hidden paintings.

I can lend you three pictures."

After hearing this, Mu Qian hurriedly approached the computer and looked carefully.

The other party is worthy of being a collector known to Huo Jinxi. There are several famous works on the hidden paintings at hand, and any one of them is priceless.

After the surprise, Mu Qian couldn't help but feel more guilty.

She turned to look at Huo Jinxi, "You really want to give me such a good gift?"

"What are you suspicious?" Huo Jinxi asked.

Mu Qian hesitated for a moment and spoke carefully: "I forgot our wedding anniversary..."

"Yes." Huo Jinxi responded lightly.

"I didn't remember when I saw your gift."

"Um."

"I didn't prepare a gift for you, either." Mu Qian said.

Huo Jinxi was still looking at her calmly, "So what?"

"Aren't you very angry and annoyed?" Mu Qian said, "I would rather you look at me with a cold face, don't you be so gentle, okay?"

After hearing this, Huo Jinxi reached out and gently stroked her chin, and slowly spoke-

"You like me to be a little cold and ruthless and perverted, right?"

Mu Qian hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

Huo Jinxi slowly came forward and said in a deep voice: "I don't."

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth slightly and took Mu Qian's earlobe.

After realizing that he was being played with, Mu Qian was furious and decided to fight with him!

...

After this fight, Mu Qian felt soreness in his waist and back, and his vitality was severely damaged. He leaned against Huo Jinxi's arms and didn't want to move.

It was not until Huo Qiran came home from school that Mu Qian cheered up again.

She has been busy for a long time and is rarely at home today. After dinner, the family enjoys parent-child time in the small living room upstairs.

Huo Qiran has accumulated a lot of things to share with Mu Qian, and he has learned the latest painting skills, and he can't wait to show them to Mu Qian.

When all the display tools were about to stop, Huo Qiran suddenly found that his red watercolor was running out.

"There is on the bookshelf in my room." Mu Qian said, "You can get it yourself."

After hearing this, Huo Qiran immediately jumped up and ran happily towards Mu Qian's room.

It took only a few steps, and he just took a watercolor, but he went there for more than two minutes.

When he came out, the thing in his hand was not a watercolor, but a picture book that was completely inconsistent with his figure.

"Mom, whose painting is this?" Huo Qiran asked while walking out.

Mu Qian was looking at his picture album with her head down, but suddenly she heard the word "painted book". When she suddenly looked up, she saw what was in Huo Qiran's hand, her face suddenly changed.

"Put that thing back for me!" Mu Qian said anxiously, "Aren't you going to get the watercolor? Why do you look through the things in my room?"

When Huo Qiran heard this, he hesitated for a moment and didn't know what to do.
To be continued...