There are some places where Mu Qian arranges to go, and some Huo Jinxi is familiar with.

The reason why he is familiar is not because he has been, but because he has seen it.

Those photos and videos about Xiaoxiao, he watched many times and watched it many times. Those places that Mu Qianhe had visited had seen it many times.

Mu Qian does not seem to avoid these places, but she does not mention a smile.

Healing is hard to heal.

Huo Jinxi knew clearly that she was not so easy to recover.

And Mu Qian also knew clearly that Huo Jinxifei had to accompany her back to Feicheng for a while.

On March 1, the first month of the lunar calendar.

Mu Qian looked at the calendar before going to bed at night before she realized that time flies. Huo Jinxi, who was sitting on the bed and reading a book: "It's been almost half a month, when will we go back to Tongcheng?"

"I still have time." Huo Jinxi replied.

"Even if your company is fine, Qi Ran is about to start." Mu Qian said, "Don't you have to go back to prepare?"

"He likes here very much." Huo Jinxi said, "What does it matter for a few more days?"

After hearing this sentence, Mu Qiang paused for a moment, and suddenly shouted him: "Huo Jinxi."

Huo Jinxi still looked at the book in his hand, but just responded.

Mu Qian smiled at him slightly, "After two days, let's look at it with a smile."

Huo Jinxi's hand rolled over the book. After a while, he turned to look at her, his eyes deep and dull.

"Actually, you want to wait until March 4th, look at her, right?" Mu Qian asked.

On March 4th, Xiaoxiao disappeared from this world.

Huo Jinxi did not deny: "I want to see her with you."

"Okay." Mu Qian looked calm and smiled slightly, saying, "Anyway, I haven't seen her for a long time. This time I left, and I don’t know when I came back next time."

Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand, and seemed to want to hold her, but Mu Qian had lying in the bed, covering half of his head with a quilt, and lying on his back at him.

Don't arrange other things that day. "

Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment, put down the book in his hand, and lay down.

Mu Qian was lying quietly, and suddenly felt that he was posted from behind him, reaching out to circulate her.

The heating in the room was enough, but her body was slightly cold.

Huo Jinxi incorporated her hand into the palm and rubbed it gently for a while, but still didn't see it.

After Huo Jinxi paused for a moment, he suddenly flipped Mu Qian's body slowly.

Mu Qianren moved by him, but just sighed softly: "I'm not cold-"

The next moment, Huo Jinxi took her hand and put it in his pajamas.

Mu Qian was surprised slightly. When he returned to God, his hand had been placed on his chest.

Except for body temperature, even his heartbeat is clearly detected.

Her hand couldn't help shrinking, it seemed that she wanted to take it back, but Huo Jinxi just pressed her and didn't let her move.

The frequency of his heartbeat, she can't be familiar with it.

When those intimate moments were incorporated into her arms, she always couldn't control it on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

At that time, he was only in his twenties. After experiencing a relationship, his heartbeat was always fast.

She only felt happy in her ear, as if the beating higher than the normal frequency was that he was telling his joy.

Now, he has gone through the wind and rain. From the moment of life and death, the frequency of heartbeat has long been calm and not like ordinary people.

It is extremely occasional, who is out of control, but who is it?

Mu Qian snuggled him quietly and gradually fell asleep.

Huo Jinxi has been circled her in her arms and pressed her hands on her chest until it was dawn.

In the early morning, Mu Qian was awakened by the footsteps of Huo Qiran running in the corridor. When she opened her eyes, she was still lying in Huo Jinxi's arms with her gesture last night.

Huo Jinxi looked down at her, as if she had watched her all night.

When Mu Qian moved, he noticed that his hand was still in his chest. The original cool palm had been integrated with the temperature of his body.

"It's not cold now." She said.

"It's really cold?" Huo Jinxi asked.

Mu Qian glanced at him, pulled out his hand, and showed it in front of him.

Huo Jinxi held her hand again. This time, he put it on his lips and kissed it gently.

Compared with his chest, he didn't have any temperature on his lips, but Mu Qian seemed to be burned a bit, quickly pulled back his hand, turned over and got out of bed.

Nympho

When she smiled and left this world, Mu Qian never forgotten, but she almost never saw her on this day.

In fact, even in normal times, she rarely goes to see her.

Speaking of the reason, it is nothing more than busy, but the real reason is still guilty.

Because she felt that she was negligent in her daughter, she didn't even have the courage to face her, she could only paralyze herself with work.

But now, in order to watch with her and laugh and laugh, Huo Jinxi can even care about the work that has always been the first place.

Mu Qian didn't want to brush Huo Jinxi's kindness.

Moreover, she really misses her daughter.

In the early morning of the 4th, Huo Jinxi entrusted Huo Qiran to Qi Yuan and accompanied Mu Qian to the cemetery.

The closer to the cemetery, Mu Qian seems to be uneasy.

Her anxiety did not perform too much, but she just looked out the window frequently, but Huo Jinxi noticed it, and reached out to hold her.

But Mu Qian did not relax because of this.

Huo Jinxi held her hand like this and walked into the cemetery.

Huo Jinxi did not tell Mu Qian that the night when he came to New York this time, he had already been here.

In just a few months, he has been stepping on the third time, much more familiar to Mu Qian.

Mu Qian followed him, looking at only one direction -she knew that she was lying there with a smile, but for a while, she couldn't even tell which tombstone was.

She is really ... it hasn't been here for too long.

Huo Jinxi held her hand and walked all the way to the tomb of Xiaoxiao all the way.

On the tombstone, laugh as always, as always.

Mu Qian pursed his lips slightly, stood stiffly, and said nothing.

Huo Jinxi put down the little daisy in his hand and looked at the round smile on the tombstone, smiling slightly.

"Smile, my father takes my mother to see you." He said.

Mu Qian stood behind him, and when he heard this, his tears suddenly fell without any defense.

Huo Jinxi stood up, reached out again to pull her, and took her into her arms.

"I'm here too late." Mu Qian said low.

Huo Jinxi wiped the tears on her face with her fingertips and whispered: "Smile will not blame you."

Mu Qian quietly nodded. Suddenly nodded.
Chapter completed!