Rong Qian looked up and saw him above, she looked back through the floor-to-ceiling window glass and noticed the silver-gray Maybach parked on the side of the road outside.

He came back, and she didn't even notice when she entered the house.

Rong Qian retracted his gaze and asked symbolically, "When did you come back?"

Mo Zun's evil eyes fell on the thing she was holding in her arms, and he buttoned his sleeves as he walked down: "Where have you been?"

"Go out. Rong Qian flickered and raised his hand to pinch a strand of hair from his ear, "You, do you still want to go out?"

Mo Zun came to her side, and under his obsessive gaze, Rong Qian lowered his head and stepped aside.

Mo Zun straightened up his sleeves, and the hand of the black snake lying on his stomach grabbed her precisely.

Rong Qian's nervous hands tightly grasped the edge of the frame, but where could her strength match Mo Zun?

With all his might, he pulled the frame from her arms.

Rong Qian opened his mouth, Mo Zun saw the painting on the surface in the frame, the arrogant face was not obvious, he turned his eyes to look at her: "I thought you were hiding some treasure, who painted this?"

Before Rong Qian could answer, Mo Zun began to comment: "The color is dark, which does not match me, this light is even more outrageous, and there are eyes and mouths...... Oh, Rong Qian, in reality, I don't dare to use a knife in my face, so I ask a painter who is not in the stream to beautify himself?"

"—Don't you think it's enough to be smiling and generous?"

Rong Qian stared at him.

She wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.

It can be regarded as the most perfect painting, and it is also made by Mr. Cyril, and it is degraded to the point that Mo Zun's mouth is worthless, and even she herself is not as good as a person?

"What are you staring at?" Mo Zun glanced at her: "Who painted it?"

Rong Qian snatched it over: "If you want to take care of it, I just like it." ”

With that, she walked upstairs.

Mo Zun turned around and shouted at her back, "I'll come back in the evening to pick you up and go out to dinner." ”

……

"Neuropathy one. Closing the door, Rong Qian couldn't help but mutter.

She hugged the painting, glanced at the head of the bed, and then went over and knelt on the bed to see where it was appropriate?

When he came back from Ji Yanlin, Rong Qian said that it might snow in the past two days, but he didn't expect that in the afternoon, the sky would be white and flying.

Rong Qian was wearing a wide sweater, completely wrapping her thin self inside, and she stepped on cotton slippers to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the snow flying outside.

This is the first snow of the year, and the first snow that Rong Qian has experienced when he comes out of prison.

She raised her hand to cover the glass, the transparent glass reflected her face, the unpowdered face had the youthful beauty of her age, the eyelashes blinked slightly, Rong Qian turned back to the bed to find her mobile phone, and then called Li Shuzhen.

Because of the top test results this time, Rong Qian vowed to review his homework well and strive to complete the freshman course next spring.

At the same time, she is still preparing for various qualifications, and she is full of confidence in the future.

Li Shuzhen recently invigilated the exam, and the teacher's obligation is to dedicate almost his life to the students, without a little private break.

Rong Qian told her that it was snowing, and asked her and Zhao Muyang's father to remember to dress warmly.

Li Shuzhen said on the phone: "I pickled some pickles, you come over tomorrow to pick them up, your father is at home, he will open it for you when you call the door." ”

"Mom, when did you pickle it? Didn't you say I'll help you?"

"You're so tired from studying every day, where do you need your help with this little thing? By the way, what kind of sauce did your dad like to eat, and the house is almost gone, remember to buy it when you come over." ”

Li Shuzhen's tone was very natural, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The temperature inside was in stark contrast to the outside, and it was probably a little colder when the snow was falling, and a thin layer of fog rose from the glass in a short time.

Rong Qian's fingertips gently traced on it, and in a short time a lily flower was clearly engraved on the glass mist.

Her eyes reflected the snow outside, and a lily stood silently on the glass window.

The family affection she expects is so natural, without any intrigue, and without any hypocrisy. Treat yourself purely and don't even ask for anything in return!

Mo Zun said that he would come back to pick her up for dinner in the evening, but Rong Qian didn't pay attention to it at all.

After three years in prison, she knew all too well what it was like for hope to be annihilated......

She made herself instant noodles and had just served them to the table when the sound of a car door closing outside.

After a while, the door at the entrance was opened, and Mo Zun came in in the wind and snow.

He patted the non-existent snow on his shoulder, wearing a black coat covering his long body, he didn't even change his shoes, and shouted at Rong Qian, "Change your clothes and take you out to eat." ”

This sentence fell, and the others had already gone up to the second floor.

Rong Qian thought she had misheard, she walked out of the dining room, went to the Nanmu trellis and looked upstairs.

Mo Zun has long since disappeared!

Rong Qian turned his head to look at the wind and snow outside, and subconsciously shivered, Mo Zun had the intention to go out, but she didn't.

As soon as the idea was settled, footsteps could be heard from above.

Mo Zun was holding the clothes in his hand, and when he saw Rong Qian standing underneath, he casually buttoned the clothes on her head, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, they are in a hurry." ”

There was darkness in front of him, it was his own down jacket, Rong Qian took it down and asked him, "Who is it?"

"Ah Lu, Li Mubai, they ......" Mo Zun seemed to be in a good mood, he sorted out the clock belt on his wrist in front of the coffee table in the living room, paused, and suddenly turned his head, as if he saw her through at once: "Don't tell me that you don't want to go or anything like that, the master is specially returning to pick you up." ”

Rong Qian's eyes fell on his items on the coffee table, Mo Zun attaches great importance to the quality of life, and the cigarettes he smokes are all specially supplied in private, just looking at the ordinary lighter, I heard that it will be a year of struggle for others.

And in the drawer of the master bedroom, there are several specially prepared!

Mo Zun directly blocked her retreat with a word, and Rong Qian silently put on her clothes.

When I went out, it was really cold and cold.

Snow is a very poetic and elegant thing, but it is a pity that you can't appreciate it. She has always been more direct in looking at things, once in prison, the most difficult thing to endure was snowy days, and often freezing hands and feet was like a common thing.

The place they agreed on was a hotel, Mo Zun didn't explain it in particular, and Rong Qian'an followed him quietly.

Before coming to the box, Mo Zun didn't knock on the door at all, and directly twisted the doorknob to open.

For a moment there was a chaotic cacophony of voices, the sound of drinking, singing, and the sound of women laughing.

It's like blending into a pot, and the pot suddenly opens up, so the noise comes out all at once.

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