I don't know why, but I can't say anything to refuse?

After hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but lean on Lu Yuan's shoulder, chuckled, and said, "You know why."

Lu Yuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at her, paused slightly, and made no statement.

The three of them went upstairs together. As soon as they entered the door, Huo Qiran went to the bathroom, and Mu Qian's eyes fell in this room that she hadn't come to for many days.

At the door were slippers of two styles, one man and one woman. The sofa was neatly stacked with men's shirts and T-shirts, and the open kitchen was also filled with beer that Lu Yuan would never touch.

"Rong Heng is really a loss," said Mu Qian. "I spent money to buy home furnishings, so I just took this place as the boss, right?"

After hearing this, Lu Yuan put the clothes on the sofa into the wardrobe without saying a word.

Who knew that as soon as she put down her clothes and turned around, she saw Mu Qian walk behind her and look over.

Lu Yuan instantly closed the wardrobe door.

When Rong Heng first came here, he just carried a travel bag. At this moment, the travel bag could no longer hold his clothes, shoes and socks, so he could only put it in the cabinet.

Even though he knew that he could not hide it from Mu Qian's eyes, Lu Yuan still pushed her away from here.

Back at the dining table, Mu Qian poured out the soup from the soup pot and put it in front of Lu Yuan, and then said again: "What's going on when you go to his house?"

"Nothing happened." Lu Yuan held the soup and replied lightly, "The Communist Party has only stayed for a few minutes and just met his parents and brother."

"Rong Jun is here too?" Mu Qian said, "Aunt Rong must be very happy to see you, right?"

Lu Yuan slowly raised his eyes, looked at her, and then said, "Do you think his parents will be happy when they see me?"

"Why can't?" Mu Qian said, "Rong Heng's stupid man, who can find a wife, is still such a good wife. They should wake up in their dreams with a smile."

Lu Yuan glanced at her and said, "You can just talk nonsense."

After hearing this, Mu Qian suddenly reached out and held Lu Yuan, saying, "I know you must be in a complicated mood when facing them. After all, they are Rong Heng's parents. For you, their blessings are very important, but they are definitely not the most important. The most important thing is the person who is willing to protect you with all his methods, right?"

When Lu Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but lower his eyes slightly, and for a moment of silence, then finally whispered: "I know."

Mu Qian smiled slightly and held her tighter, "Just be yourself."

After washing his hands, Huo Qiran walked out of the bathroom. Lu Yuan reached out and called him to his side, glanced at the half pot of hot soup left, and asked him, "Do you drink it?"

Huo Qiran quickly covered his mouth and shook his head repeatedly, "Mom said this soup is specially made for you, Aunt Yuanyuan, and it is only suitable for girls to drink. I won't drink it, I won't drink it anymore..."

After saying that, he suddenly hiccupped.

Mu Qian immediately glared at him dissatisfiedly, "Your mother, I'm making soup for you with a big belly. Do you still dare to dislike it? Your father has no need to drink it even if he wants to!"

Huo Qiran blinked innocently and refused to express his opinion.

Lu Yuan looked at Mu Qian in surprise, "You made this soup?"

Mu Qian looked at her with a smile, "Yes, it tastes good, right?"

Lu Yuan did not comment, but said, "How come you have this interest and plan to enter the diet world?"

"Anyway, I don't care about anything in the future, so I will concentrate on taking care of my son." Mu Qian leaned on the back of the chair, "Watch him every day, accompany him, and enjoy our parent-child time, right son?"

Huo Qiran seemed very satisfied with this, leaned against Mu Qian's arms and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay." Lu Yuan said, "It's time for you to relax..."

After hearing this, Mu Qian said, "Do you think I am you. I am the best at self-regulation. I feel relaxed at any time. Say this sentence to yourself."

When Lu Yuan heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at her for a moment, and slowly bent his lips.

As time went by, Mu Qian and Huo Qiran left, Lu Yuan simply cleaned up the house, then took a shower and prepared to go to bed.

But after tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, she never fell asleep.

It was late at night, Lu Yuan finally got up and sat on the sofa for a while before she got up and walked towards the balcony.

When Lu Yuan opened the locker on the balcony, he took a box from the top floor and opened it, and saw his drawing tools and sewing tools.

Since her hand was injured, she put these things away and she had never touched them again.

But that night, she tossed and turned, but it seemed to be for these things.

Lu Yuan took the box into the room and placed the things inside on the table one by one. In the end, he couldn't help but pick up the brush.

The brush is still the same as before, and the posture of holding the brush is the same as before, but the feeling of holding the brush is particularly unfamiliar.

Lu Yuan stared blankly at his hand holding the pen for a moment, and finally dropped the tip of the pen on the paper.

However, when she wanted to try to paint with the same techniques and techniques as before, she clearly noticed the stiffness from her wrist.

Her wrist, which was unable to move flexibly, made every stroke she fell on the drawing paper become extremely stiff.

After a few strokes, Lu Yuan stopped.

Looking at the unfamiliar lines on the drawing paper, after a long time, she slowly folded the piece of paper.

The moment she was about to put the paper into the trash can, her movements froze.

After a moment, she unfolded the paper again and spread it on the table in front of her. Then, she held the pen in her left hand and drew it stroke by stroke again.

...

The next morning, after Mu Qian sent Huo Qiran to school, he came to a nearby hotel.

It was almost past breakfast time, so as soon as Mu Qian entered the door, she saw Xu Tingrong sitting by the window.

She was sitting there looking out the window in a daze, with unconcealed anxiety and sorrow on her face.

"Aunt Rong." Mu Qian stepped forward, "Sorry, I'm sending my child to school, it's too late."

"It's okay, I just arrived." Xu Tingrong came to her senses and said, "Sit down."

Mu Qian sat down and ordered a cup of hot milk. Then she looked at Xu Tingrong, "What's wrong? Aunt Rong asked me out. Do you want to ask me if you have anything?"

Xu Tingrong sighed slightly, then said, "Qianqian, Aunt Rong tells you what she is saying in her heart, you are not allowed to do it perfunctorily."

Mu Qian nodded, "Of course."

Xu Tingrong then said, "I don't hide it from you. Yesterday Rong Heng took your sister home and met your Uncle Rong..."

"Yes." Mu Qian replied, "Did Uncle Rong say anything?"
Chapter completed!