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  Murong Qiao picked a day when there were few classes, and booked a flight home after class.

  There is Jiang Chi in the company, don\'t worry for the time being, Huo Yichen also returned to Huo\'s house.

  The flight time of the plane was not long, and Murong Qiao ended the flight after taking a nap.

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

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

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

   I don’t blame her for asking this question. After all, the driver usually picks up Murong Qiao when he flies home, but suddenly it was Uncle Yang. 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 start the car.

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

  Fourth brother? Murong Qiao thought of Yanxiu\'s face, and his style of shrinking in his room 24 hours a day.

  It feels almost like no one.

  She secretly complained that the trophy that Yanxiu got last time is still with her, but 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, didn\'t he say 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 said.

  It was only then that Murong Qiao realized that he had just unconsciously uttered the question in his heart.

  She blinked her eyes for some unknown reason, her appearance seemed a bit puzzled.

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

  Inspiration is indeed a fantasy thing, and she herself sometimes runs out of time when writing novels, but she can empathize with Yanxiu\'s current situation a little bit.

  Uncle Yang didn\'t think it was unusual, he probably got used to it long ago.

  He turned the steering wheel, "You don\'t have to worry too much about Fourth Young Master\'s common problem."

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

   This time is considered long for a fashion designer, but Yanxiu\'s designs never disappoint, and even because he hasn\'t released new products for a long time, the price once soared, which can be said to be priceless.

  But this also shows how unmatched Yanxiu\'s talent is.

  Murong Qiao nodded while listening, taking Uncle Yang\'s words to heart, and felt that his fourth brother was amazing.

  While the two were chatting, the car slowly drove into the gate of Murong\'s house, and seeing the familiar flowers and plants outside the car window, Murong Qiao also felt a sense of belonging in his heart.

  The pitch-black night turned into a curtain to cover the twilight-dyed sky, leaving only sporadic lights flickering in it, and the light at the door was soft and warm.

   "Miss, be careful where you step." Uncle Yang opened the car door and helped Murong Qiao get out of the car.

  Murong Qiao stepped out of the car, and when he got out of the car, he was facing the gate of Murong\'s house.

  She stood up straight, her gaze unconsciously passed over the second floor of Murong Residence, but she saw a window lit up, illuminating the thin figure standing inside.

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

   "Ding dong ding dong~" The phone in the bag suddenly rang.

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

  She coughed lightly, "Uncle Yang, can you take the bag back for me, I\'ll answer the phone."

  Although the eldest brother is not at home at the moment, Murong Qiao has an inexplicable sense of guilt.

  Uncle Yang naturally agreed.

  So taking advantage of Uncle Yang taking his bag to pack, Murong Qiao turned around and walked towards the other side.

   "Hello?" Murong Qiao answered the phone.

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

  Huo Yichen cared about her, "Did you get home safely?"

  When I got off the plane, Murong Qiao sent a message to Huo Yichen, but it was already late at night, and Huo Yichen always made a phone call uneasy.

   "I just came home and haven\'t entered the door yet."

  When she was talking, her thoughts diverged, and most of her attention was focused on the conversation with Huo Yichen, and she walked away unconsciously.

  The rich fragrance of flowers wafted to the tip of her nose. Murong Qiao sniffed it, then turned her head to look to the side, only to realize that she had come to the rose field.

  So she took a photo and sent it to Huo Yichen, and took advantage of the opportunity to swing gently on the swing set by the vines next to her.

  The large expanse of fiery red roses interweaves enthusiasm and excitement, but when Huo Yichen saw the photo, he thought of something else.

  Her lips are soft and warm, sweeter than the juice of roses when kissed, and more red when they are red.

  Murong Qiao was too busy talking 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 person standing inside.

  Yanxiu stood in front of the window of the studio, watching Murong Qiao holding a mobile phone in the flower field to make a call with someone.

  The height difference and Murong Qiao\'s voice was not loud, so Yanxiu couldn\'t hear what he said clearly, but he didn\'t care about these.

   What interests him even more is the picture in front of him at this moment.

  Rose and maiden, fiery red and white.

   "Rose..." Yanxiu muttered to himself.

  Holding a paintbrush in his hand, he stood in front of the drawing board, wanting to paint but hesitated.

   Murong Qiao didn\'t know what he looked like here, but his fourth brother Yanxiu had already seen him, and he was still happily chatting with Huo Yichen at this moment.

  Yanxiu only felt that there seemed to be a seed in his mind with the desire to break out of the ground, and it was about to come out, which gave him the urge to write.

  He simply opened the floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the studio, and brought the drawing board to the edge of the balcony, so that the feeling in his heart became clearer, and at the same time, he could hear what Murong Qiao said clearly.

  The inspiration came suddenly like a spring, and it filled Yanxiu\'s brain.

  He put down the pen and sketched a curve on the pure white paper.

  Afterwards, everything seemed to be a matter of course, and inspiration took over in Yanxiu\'s mind, driving his arms to wave, splashing ink and painting on the paper.

  Ke was not satisfied with the painting, so he tore it up and started again, so Yanxiu had to be extremely focused so as not to let the inspiration pass away.

  But on the other hand, Murong Qiao\'s voice below caught his attention again, causing Yanxiu to divert his attention from time to time to listen to what she was saying.

   "Although your body is recovering, you still have to be careful. I always feel that something is wrong with that Huo Xiuyuan." Murong Qiao was still talking to Huo Yichen.

  Yanxiu painted with lowered eyes, listening to what Murong Qiao said.

  The previous time when I went to the Han family banquet, Murong Qiao couldn\'t get in touch with Huo Xiuyuan because of Cheng Juan\'s short-sightedness, but what was found later proved that Huo Xiuyuan was not simple.

  The car accident made Murong Qiao feel a little worried. This time Huo Yichen went back to Huo\'s house, and Murong Qiao couldn\'t see or touch him, so he couldn\'t help showing a little worry.

  Huo Yichen\'s heart warmed up, "I obey."

  His decisiveness in agreeing also reassured Murong Qiao.

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

  It was windy and cold at night, and Huo Yichen was worried that she would catch a cold, so he proposed to hang up the phone first.

   Talking can be put into the daytime chat, but it is not good to catch a cold.

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