In the studio, the two got along with each other, doing their own things, and no one bothered anyone.

Only the pen slid under the paper with a graceful dance, the rustling sound, and the years were quiet.

Suddenly, Gu Beiqin stopped his paintbrush and looked at Huo Wuxian, who was sitting in front of her side and was working seriously, the sun was tilting on him, his side face was sharp and distinct, his long black eyelashes hung down, and the reflection fell on the bridge of his nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his body exuded a cold atmosphere, his slender fingers held the pen, dancing on the document smoothly, the whole person seemed to be glowing, and it looked like a painting.

"If you look at it like this, I'm going to come over and kiss you, Miss Gu." Huo Wuxian neatly signed his name, closed the document, and raised his eyes to look at Gu Beiqin.

Gu Beiqin immediately lowered his head, carefully sketched the works under his pen, and pursed his lips without responding to Huo Wuxian's words.

It's just that the reddish earlobes betray her true mood.

Huo Wuxian handed over the processed documents to Chenyang, then got up and slowly walked towards Gu Beiqin: "Actually, I could let you go back to my room to sleep last night, but I was greedy and reluctant to let go, so it's not you who is dishonest, it's me." ”

Gu Beiqin's heart chuckled, his hand slid down, and the stroke of the pen quickly added a long mark on the jewelry that had just been drawn.

Her cheeks immediately became like a burning cloud, red and red, the shadow above her head shrouded Gu Beiqin's body, and a strong masculine aura aggressively drilled into her nose.

Huo Wuxian looked at her slightly red cheeks, and couldn't help but reach out and touch them lightly with his fingertips, soft and smooth, and couldn't put it down.

His voice was a little hoarse: "When I'm done, I'll take you somewhere." ”

"Okay" Gu Beiqin nodded slightly, and behind her white and slender neck was soft black fluff.

Emperor Cemetery.

Chenyang parked the car at the foot of the mountain and waited, Huo Wuxian held Gu Beiqin in one hand and a bouquet in the other, which was full of fragrant perfume lilies, which were Gu Beiqin's mother's favorite flowers.

The two walked up the stairs on foot, walked for about five minutes, and came to a tombstone, and the woman with a warm smile on the tombstone was Gu Beiqin's mother, Bai Yuzhen.

When Gu Beiqin saw this, she immediately understood Huo Wuxian's motives, and she asked with a smile in the corner of her eyes: "How do you know that my mother likes perfume lilies the most?" ”

Huo Wuxian bent down and put the flowers in front of the monument, and his attitude was very respectful: "A few days ago, Qu Bo called me and said that it will be your mother's death day in a short time, and said that her favorite thing before her death was the perfume lily, and you once said that if your mother was still alive, she would definitely like me, so I took the liberty to take the initiative to visit her." ”

Gu Beiqin's nose was slightly sour, her eyes were a little hot, she watched Huo Wuxian seriously wipe the dust on her mother's photo with her hand, a warm current surged into her heart, she suddenly squatted down and hugged Huo Wuxian, rubbing his shoulder with her cheek: "Huo Wuxian, I find that I like you more." ”

Huo Wuxian hooked his lips, he looked at Bai Yuzhen's photo, and said seriously: "Auntie, I love Beiqin very much, thank you for bringing her to this world to meet me, and she promised to be responsible for me for a lifetime, I want to ask my aunt to be a witness." ”

Gu Beiqin's body stiffened, the corners of her eyes were still slightly red, and she met Huo Wuxian's serious eyes: "Why did you say this in front of your mother?" ”

Huo Wuxian couldn't help but lean over, hugged Gu Beiqin's waist to prevent her from falling, and pecked lightly on her red and tender lips: "I'm afraid that you will regret it, let my aunt be a witness." ”

Gu Beiqin was slightly stunned, his eyes wandered, he touched the tip of his nose, and whispered, "I won't regret it." ”