Mu Qian tied up her hair and took a quick shower.

When he dried his body and walked out of the bathroom, Mu Qian saw himself in the mirror.

Her skin is snow-white and she is extremely easy to leave traces.

At this moment, she could clearly see the kiss marks on her neck and the scratch marks on her thighs.

Looking back on the situation just now, was Huo Jinxi venting his strength or deliberately leaving these traces on her?

Mu Qian didn't worry about this issue for too long, because what she was thinking about now was another thing.

After a moment of silence, Mu Qian reached out and pinched the skin of his neck and shoulders.

She followed the traces left by Huo Jinxi and used force little by little to create more and more conspicuous marks on her neck.

After finishing it, Mu Qian slowly put on the skirt she had just taken, but found that the round neck design of the skirt could not cover the traces on her neck.

Mu Qian walked out of the bathroom, opened the door of the wardrobe and looked for clothes to wear again.

Most of the clothes in the past were young and ridiculous, and she was no longer the flat figure in the past, so there were not many clothes she could wear.

When he flipped into the innermost part of the wardrobe, Mu Qian suddenly stopped moving.

She saw a red skirt.

On her 18th birthday, she wanted to wear the dress that Huo Jinxi looked for.

She passed through and he saw it, but everything went off track that day.

Mu Qian remained motionless for a long time until a knock came from the door.

"Who?" Mu Qian asked in a low voice.

"Miss Mu, it's me." Ding Yang's voice sounded outside, "The old man is asleep again, you can rest."

Hearing his words, Mu Qian did not answer, and there was still only the red old skirt in her eyes.

...

At three o'clock in the morning, Huo Jinxi also did not rest.

He sat in his former study, in front of him several documents that had not been approved yet.

The clock ticked, and he focused on placing documents, but suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the door.

Then, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Huo Jinxi's pen tip did not pause or looked up. It was not until he finished writing this document that he closed the pen and slowly raised his eyes.

Mu Qian stood at the door and looked at him, with red skirt, long hair, and a clear gaze.

That expression and appearance look very similar to seven years ago.

Huo Jinxi's eyes narrowed slightly.

But the next moment, she smiled, her eyes swayed, charming and beautiful, and she lost her former shadow again.

"Mr. Huo." Mu Qian called him lazily, "Can you bother you and send me home?"

...

Mu Qian guessed that Huo Jinxi would not refuse, but she didn't guess that Huo Jinxi would send the driver and drive her to her personally.

This is just right.

The roads were particularly smooth in the early morning, but the atmosphere inside the car was extremely depressing.

Huo Jinxi's eyes were sluggish all the way, and his aura was cold all over his body, which was particularly overwhelming.

Mu Qian sat quietly in the passenger seat, humming a song in her heart, and gently beat the fingers on her knees, as if she didn't care about Huo Jinxi's existence at all.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the community where Mu Qian lived.

Then Mu Qian turned his head and looked at Huo Jinxi with a bright smile, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Huo Jinxi did not answer her, put down the car window and lit a cigarette for himself, took a sip before finally looking at her, "What about?"

Mu Qian didn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of the car. When she heard Huo Jinxi's question, she laughed and leaned against the seat to look at him, "Of course it's about all the help you gave me... and giving me it."

The lights at the entrance of the community were as bright as day, making her eyebrows and eyes shine. Her red skirt seemed to be more gorgeous, and the ambiguous traces on her neck and shoulders were even more conspicuous.
Chapter completed!