Weekend time flies by.

Murong Qiao picked a day with few classes, and booked a ticket home after class.

The company has Jiang Chi and does not have to worry for the time being, Huo Yichen also returned to Huo's house.

The plane didn't sail for long, and Murong Qiao took a nap before ending the voyage.

The one who came to pick her up was Uncle Yang, the housekeeper of Murong Mansion, who drove a black car.

"Miss." Uncle Yang opened the car door for her.

Murong Qiao entered the back seat, "Is there no one at home?" ”

It's no wonder that she asked like this, after all, Murong Qiao usually takes the plane home and the driver picks him up, and suddenly it was Uncle Yang, and Murong Qiao guessed that there might be no one at home.

Uncle Yang sat in the driver's seat and slowly stepped on the accelerator to make the car move.

"Not exactly, miss." He was distracted to answer Murong Qiao's question. "Now the fourth young master is at home."

Fourth brother? Murong Qiao remembered Yan Xiu's face, and the other party's style of shrinking into his room twenty-four hours a day.

It feels like no one.

She secretly slandered that the trophy that Yan Xiu won last time was still here with her, but unfortunately Murong Qiao never found a suitable opportunity to return it to the other party.

And judging from the time, the fourth brother has been at home for several months, and he didn't say that he was working abroad before.

"I heard from the fourth young master that he has been extremely lacking in inspiration recently, and he probably wants to design a new series of clothes." Uncle Yang spoke up.

Only then did Murong Qiao realize that it was he who had unconsciously spoken out the question in his heart just now.

She blinked inexplicably, looking a little puzzled.

"He seems to have been missing for a long time." Murong Qiao was a little worried.

Inspiration is indeed very mysterious, and she herself sometimes runs out when she writes, but she can empathize with the current situation of Yan Xiu a little.

Uncle Yang didn't think it was unusual, he probably got used to it for a long time.

He turned the steering wheel, "The common problem of the fourth young master, you don't have to worry too much. ”

"Every time he designs new clothes, he will look like this," Uncle Yang briefly mentioned, "If I remember correctly, the longest one has not been a new product for more than half a year." ”

This time is also a long time for a clothing design, but the design of Yan Xiu will never disappoint, and even because he has not released a new product for a long time, the price has soared, which can be called a priceless market.

However, this also shows how unmatched Yan Xiu's talent is.

Murong Qiao nodded while listening, putting Uncle Yang's words in his heart, and even felt that his fourth brother was powerful.

While the two were chatting, the car slowly drove into the gate of Murong Mansion, and when they saw the familiar flowers and plants outside the car window, Murong Qiao's heart also swelled with a sense of belonging.

The darkness of the night turned into a curtain to cover the twilight sky, leaving only sporadic light hanging in it, and the light at the door was soft and warm.

"Miss watch your step." Uncle Yang opened the car door and helped Murong Qiao get out of the car.

Murong Qiao stepped out of the car and was facing the gate of Murong Mansion when he got out of the car.

She straightened up and looked over the second floor of Murong Mansion unconsciously, but saw a window lit up, illuminating the thin figure standing inside.

Murong Qiao remembered the location of the room, not to mention that this window was at the very edge, leaning on her rose field, and at a glance she knew that it was the fourth brother's studio.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong ~" The mobile phone in the bag rang suddenly.

Murong Qiao took it out, it was Huo Yichen's call.

She coughed lightly, "Uncle Yang, can you help me get the bag back, I'll answer the phone." ”

Although the eldest brother was not at home at this time, Murong Qiao had an inexplicable feeling of weakness.

Uncle Yang naturally agreed.

So while Uncle Yang was packing up with his bag, Murong Qiao turned around and walked towards the other side.

"Hello?" Murong Qiao picked up the phone.

Her voice was a little quieter subconsciously, and the caution contained in it made Huo Yichen on the other end want to laugh a little.

Huo Yichen cared about her, "Have you arrived home safely?"

When he got off the plane, Murong Qiao sent a message to Huo Yichen, but now that it was late at night, Huo Yichen was not very relieved to call over.

"I've just come home, and I haven't even entered the door."

When she spoke, her thinking was divergent, and most of her attention was focused on the conversation with Huo Yichen, and she walked away unconsciously.

The fragrant fragrance of flowers wafted to the tip of his nose, Murong Qiao sniffed, turned his head to look to the side, and found that he had actually walked to the side of the rose field.

So she took a photo and sent it to Huo Yichen, and gently shook it on the flower stand swing built by the vines next to her.

The large flaming red roses were intertwined with enthusiasm and surging, but when he saw the photo, Huo Yichen thought of something else.

Her lips were soft and warm, sweeter than the juice of roses, and redder when kissed.

Murong Qiao patronized and talked to Huo Yichen, so she didn't notice that when she ran to the flower field, the window on the other side of the studio opened, revealing the people standing inside.

Yan Xiu stood in front of the window of the studio, watching Murong Qiao holding his mobile phone in the flower field and talking to someone on the phone.

The height difference and Murong Qiao's voice was not loud, so Yan Xiu didn't hear the content of the words too clearly, but he didn't care about these either.

What interested him even more was the picture in front of him at the moment.

Roses and maidens, fiery red and white.

"Rose ......," Yan Xiu muttered to himself.

He stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush in his hand, wanting to start but hesitating.

Murong Qiao didn't know what he looked like here, he had already been seen by the fourth brother Yan Xiu, and he was still chatting happily with Huo Yichen at the moment.

Yan Xiu only felt that there seemed to be a seed in his mind that had the desire to break through the ground, and it was about to come out, giving him the urge to write.

He simply opened the floor-to-ceiling window at the other end of the studio, and brought the sketchpad to the edge of the balcony, making the feeling in his heart clearer, and at the same time being able to hear what Murong Qiao said.

Inspiration suddenly seemed to be like a spring, and a brain filled Yan Xiu's brain.

He dropped his pen and drew a curve on the pure white paper.

Then everything seemed to come naturally, and inspiration took over in Yan Xiu's mind, driving him to wave his arms and splash ink and paint on the paper.

If you are not satisfied, you will tear it up and start over, so that Yan Xiu must be extremely focused so as not to let the inspiration pass.

But on the other hand, the sound of Murong Qiao talking below made him pay attention again, so that Yan Xiu was distracted from time to time to listen to what she was saying.

"Although your body is better, you still have to be careful, I always feel that Huo Xiuyuan is not quite right." Murong Qiao was still talking to Huo Yichen here.

Yan Xiu lowered his eyes and painted, taking in what Murong Qiao said.

The time he went to the Han family's banquet before, Murong Qiao couldn't get in touch with Huo Xiuyuan because Cheng Jun didn't have long eyes, but what he found out later really proved that Huo Xiuyuan was not simple.

The car accident also made Murong Qiao feel a little concerned, this time Huo Yichen returned to the Huo family, Murong Qiao couldn't see it or touch it, and it was inevitable that he was a little worried.

Huo Yichen's heart warmed, "Obey." ”

The decisiveness of his promise also made Murong Qiao feel at ease.

The call between Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen didn't last long.

The night was cold and dewy, Huo Yichen was worried that she was freezing and cold, so she took the first step to hang up the phone.

You can talk about it during the day, but it's not good to have a cold.

"Okay, good night." Murong Qiao pursed his lips and smiled.

(End of chapter)