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 in her mouth, suddenly realized what she was reaching out 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 didn't have a deep impression on 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 that left her impression

Deep memory, as if suddenly a shadow alive in general.

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... 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.

Mu Huahong sat on the sofa and drank a cup of wine after another. His original intention was to find Ying Hannian to talk about business, but when he came out, his mind was full of the copy of his handwriting.

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 recalled the year when he was too busy. He was always busy thinking about how to make his father lose his trust in his eldest brother and second brother. Later, he fell ill. In his illness, he always woke up and fell asleep

More time to wake up, less time to wake up, once thought he could not 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, with a stuffy chest, picked up his wine cups and continued to drink them. When he was drunk, he fell down on the sofa and slowly fell asleep. His hand dropped to one side. The wine cup fell from his hand and fell to pieces, The voice was clear, but it didn't 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.

For a long time, he finally saw two words on the paper——

Hua, Hong.

“……”

Mu Hua Hong suddenly woke up and sat up straight from the sofa. His face was pale and his body was dripping with cold sweat.

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 were wrapped in a blanket and had fallen asleep. On the huge bed beside them, Gu Ruo, an old looking man, was sitting with infusion in his hand, describing that they were getting thinner and thinner day by day, and no longer dry as before

Practice.

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 sniffed the strong smell of wine on his body and could not help sneering, "which model and little star did you come from?"

There was weakness in his speech.

Mu Huahong looked at her coldly, "if you want me to say these words, it's boring."

Then he stood up and left. Gu Ruo stares at him, and his eyes are slanting to a floor mirror. In the mirror, two figures are reflected. Mu Huahong is middle-aged, but she is still handsome. She is in good shape, with sharp eyes and good spirit. However, her hair is very clear

White, wrinkles continue to come out, fast aging 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.