Chapter 847：

But what you say is like spilled water, which is hard to collect.

Xiao Yixing sat down on the sofa next to him. He was a weak temperament, and he wouldn't say anything even if he came to visit people.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it.

Just a simple sentence to Wen Xian:

"Everything is going well in production."

Wen Xian sat on the side of the bed with an apple in her hand and didn't eat anymore, and put the script in her hand aside, and said with a smile:

"Yes, yeah, everything went well in production."

Just kidding, if it doesn't go well, she can still sit here now?

Professor Xiao was silent and said, "That's good."

Wen Xian: "..."

Nodded with a smile, then turned away and looked at Huo Qi.

The subtle and awkward atmosphere gradually diffused in the air, and it became more and more thought-provoking.

Bah, her mouth that shouldn't talk.

When I thought about it, I clearly understood that everything I asked Huo Qi just now was heard by the professor who came up at the door.

The atmosphere became more and more stagnant, as if no one knew what to say.

Wen Xian's eyes motioned to Huo Qi, blinking constantly, wanting him to say something and start the topic.

After all, the professor is still sitting here.

But Huo Qi smiled slightly, and then said:

"Continue with the topic just now?"

"Ah, topic, what topic just now?"

Wen Xian didn't react for a moment, and looked at him in surprise.

Huo Qi: "Didn't you ask me about making a girlfriend?"

"Ah, you said this...!" Wen Xian couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes as soon as he heard him speak.

She glanced at the professor quickly and saw that his expression had not changed. Then she said haha:

"Yes, yeah, after all, we have been good friends for so many years, you see I have this kid..."

While speaking, she winked at Huo Qi and prevented him from continuing the topic.

But Huo Qi's lips twitched lightly, as if it didn't matter.

Some things may be reminded sooner or later.

It's just that no one took the initiative to talk about it, as if it wouldn't be the problem without mentioning it.

He walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Xiao Yixing, with a faint smile on his lips, and said to Wen Xian unhurriedly:

"Actually, if you have a good life, I have no regrets. For me, I may not need any children in the future."

As soon as this was said, the air in the air seemed to freeze again.

Don't need children?

There seemed to be a slight ripple in the cold eyes of the man beside Huo Qi.

Wen Xian supported his jaw and looked at the two of them seriously.

The two were sitting on the sofa, one in a smoky gray coat and the other in a khaki jacket.

The professor was calm, reticent, and wore glasses with gold rims.

Huo Qi, with slightly longer hair, exquisite and beautiful face, excellent bones, and slender peach eyes, seems to be romantic and passionate.

The lower jaw is pointed and the pale pink lips resemble cherry blossoms.

Inside his khaki jacket is a thin white fleece with a high collar. His skin is pure and white, and his body is full of the noble scent of an upper-class boy, and he is also a bit cynical.

But only Wen Xian knew how pure Huo Qi was.

Feelings are also such a sincere person.

Many things he thinks are very simple, and he always feels that the problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

But now, Wen Xian watched them sitting together, the picturesque scene...