Chapter 636

She subconsciously reached out to touch her nose. Jiang Qixing quickly stepped back and stood there with her head slightly lowered. There was no expression on her face.

Mu Xiaxi felt her nose and couldn't say anything. After all, she suddenly stopped and bumped into it. She said, "help me ask Lin Yi how to make the soup she stewed in the kitchen. I want to learn."

"Yes, miss six."

Jiang Qixing answered, with no ups and downs in his tone, and it was cold to listen carefully.

When Mu Xiaxi saw the lipstick on his lips, he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him. "Wipe your mouth. I'm sorry just now. I apologize to you."

Wen Yan as like as two peas, Jiang suddenly looked at her, and suddenly realized what she was stretching out her hand to her lips, and rubbed it down with a red impression on her lips.

Mu Xiaxi's hand stopped in the air, he didn't pick it up. She carefully looked at the man in front of her. In fact, she was not impressed by Jiang Qixing. He was like the shadow of Ying Hannian, standing behind others forever without any aura. It was the picture of Wang Tiantian unloading her arm not long ago that left her a deep memory, as if a shadow suddenly came alive.

He is a person with few facial expressions, cold, as if nothing can cause him emotional fluctuations.

Because of this, the crack on his face now becomes It's quite interesting.

"Did you kiss for the first time?"

Mu Xiaxi asked naturally. He asked seriously, but he didn't mean anything else.

“……”

Jiang Qixing stood there, smelling that the words were not only broken, but his whole body was almost broken.

Seeing him like this, Mu Xiaxi could not help but feel embarrassed and sorry. "I really don't know. I'm just in a hurry. I'll solemnly apologize to you again, OK? I didn't mean to... "

"Miss six, stop talking."

Jiang Qixing couldn't help interrupting her.

"Oh."

Mu Xiaxi raised his hand again, maintaining the movement of handing the tissue, "take it, wipe it."

"No, miss six. Please come back."

Jiang Qixing said, his tone was very flat, and he returned to the expressionless state.

"Oh."

Mu Xiaxi had no choice but to take back the paper towel and turn to walk forward. On the way, she sincerely apologized to Jiang Qixing several times. Each time, Jiang Qixing's face cracked.

Back in his room, Mu Xiaxi still thinks that Jiang Qixing is not young, and he still kisses for the first time. He must have never been with a girlfriend. Is there any hidden disease?

……

Private club, dark room.

When he came to the sofa to write a cup of wine, he came back to talk about it.

Ying Hannian is his own son.

Ying Yongxi is the woman he once possessed.

But why can't he remember at all? Was he too confused that year? After drinking a glass of wine, Mu Huahong pressed his head and thought back to that year when he was too busy to make his father lose trust in his elder brother and second brother. Later, he was ill. During the illness, he always slept and woke up. He had more time to sleep and less time to wake up. For a time, he thought he couldn't get up.

But as soon as he got well, he didn't have time to think much about it, so his father began to point out his attitude and cultivate him wholeheartedly, and appointed a marriage for him.

Ambitious, he naturally agreed, married, changed the people around him, devoted himself to the work, and became the most dazzling one of the herdsmen.

That year was so busy that it was normal to forget one or two women. However, how could he forget a woman who could imitate his handwriting

Mu Huahong's chest was stuffy and angry. He picked up the wine cups and continued to drink them. He fell asleep slowly on the sofa with his hands hanging to one side. The wine cup fell from his hands and fell to pieces. His voice was clear, but he could not wake him up.

He had a dream.

In his dream, his desk was still the black walnut desk that his mother had chosen for him in those years, with faint lines on it.

He saw a white catkin with creamy skin. Her fingers were thin and long, and her nails were long, but they were clean. Her fingertips were transparent. She held a pen and her fingers were like dancing.

He came forward and held the hand with the pen, writing on the paper.

Dreams are vague.

He stared at the white paper for a long time, only to see that he was holding the hand to write, but could not see what was written.

After a long time, he finally saw two words on the paper -

Hua and Hong.

“……”

Mu Hua Hong woke up suddenly, sat up straight from the sofa, his face was pale and his body was sweating.

The cell phone next to me keeps ringing.

Mu Huahong picked up his mobile phone and called from the hospital.After pressing the eyebrow, Mu Huahong's drunkenness dissipated. He grabbed the suit and stood up to walk out.

After arriving at the hospital, Mu Huahong got out of the car and saw the bodyguard walking around in casual clothes. He twisted his brows and continued to walk in.

Step into the ward, the light is bright inside, as if in the daytime. On one side of the sofa, Wang Tiantian and Mu Xianquan are wrapped in a blanket and have fallen asleep. On one side of the huge hospital bed, Gu Ruo, an old looking man, is sitting with infusion in his hand, describing that they are getting thinner and thinner day by day, and no longer practicing as before.

Mu Huahong sat down beside her bed. "Now the hospital is full of people in the cold years. You can't wake up too often."

Gu ruo's body has become bad since he was given medicine by Mu Xianfeng. After drinking his medicine, it's even more difficult to move. He can only lie on a hospital bed and use countless medicines every day, hanging a life.

Occasionally, she can barely sit up.

But only reluctantly.

Gu Ruo smelled the strong wine on him, and he could not help but sneer at the way, "which model and little star did you come from?"

There was weakness in his speech.

"You let me come and want to say these words, it's not interesting."

Then he stood up and left. Gu Ruo stares at him, and his eyes are slanting on a floor mirror. In the mirror, two figures are reflected. Mu Huahong is middle-aged, but she is still handsome, her figure is not out of shape, her spirit is very good, and her eyes are sharp. However, her hair is white, her wrinkles are constantly growing, and she is aging rapidly day by day.

By contrast, she is not his wife at all, but his mother. Gu Ruo suddenly picked up the cup and smashed it at the mirror with all her strength, but even if she mobilized all her strength, the cup only hit the end of the bed, and even failed to land, and her son and daughter-in-law were not awakened.