This weirdness is because Huo Qiran has always been warm and smiling. Even when he is silent and has no expression on his face, he is still gentle, but this is not the case at this moment.

He looked at her and Brayden, with an expression on his face that seemed confused, puzzled, and...unhappy.

But what does it look like if Huo Qiran is unhappy?

Jing Li doesn't know.

Besides, she probably wouldn't have the chance to see him unhappy.

Even so, she still pushed Brayden again and said in a dumbfounded voice: "Don't just learn one or two Chinese words and then use them randomly. It's nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Brayden looked sincere and serious, almost swearing to the sky, "every word of mine is true, you must believe me."

Jing Li smiled helplessly at Huo Qiran, and then said: "You go back first, you have to drive to the restaurant, remember to rest early, bye."

As she spoke, she pushed Brayden towards the hall.

The two of them were walking, joking, and talking and laughing. They were clearly extremely intimate.

Huo Qiran stood outside, watching the two people walk into the elevator and completely disappear from his eyes before finally slowly retracting his gaze, turning around and walking silently to the parking place alone.

When Huo Qiran finally arrived home, Yueyue was sitting on the sofa downstairs making a phone call. When he saw him calling out "brother," he only responded in a low voice, without even looking at his sister, and went straight downstairs.

Go up.

Yueyue was stunned and called him again: "Brother! I have a math question to ask you!"

Huo Qiran seemed not to have heard anything, and his figure had disappeared upstairs.

Mu Qian came in from the back garden and asked, "Brother is back?"

Yueyue snorted and said, "I'm back, but I still don't know where my soul is! He ignored me even when I called him!"

After hearing this, Mu Qian couldn't help but frown slightly and said, "Isn't the cold getting worse again?"

As she spoke, she hurried upstairs.

When he walked into Huo Qiran's room, he had already laid down on the bed with his clothes undressed. Mu Qian hurried forward and directly put her hand on his forehead.

The temperature is normal and there is no fever.

Huo Qiran slowly opened his eyes and called out: "Mom."

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Qian said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"It's okay." Huo Qiran shook his head.

"You still said you're fine?" Mu Qian stared at him, "My throat is hoarse! Has the cough gotten worse again?"

"No." Huo Qiran said, "I had some spicy food tonight."

"You still eat spicy food when you cough like this?" Mu Qian said, "Do you want to piss me off to death?"

Huo Qiran responded vaguely, and then said: "Not anymore."

After hearing this, Mu Qian gently stretched out her hand and patted his forehead, and then said: "Have a good rest. If you feel uncomfortable tomorrow, don't go to the laboratory. Do you hear me?"

Huo Qiran responded again, not sure if he heard it or not, but slowly closed his eyes again.

Mu Qian glanced at him, curled her lips slightly, stood up and left his room, pushed the door open and walked into the study.

Huo Jinxi was preparing for a video conference later. When he saw her coming in, he just asked: "Qi Ran is back?"

"I'm back." Mu Qian said, "He looks so lost that he doesn't know what kind of stimulation he received."

Huo Jinxi looked up at her and said, "Your son is stimulated, but you are very happy?"

Mu Qian snorted softly and said, "Ignorant men should be taught a lesson. My position on this has never changed, even if that person is my son."

Hearing this, Huo Jinxi chuckled slightly, and then said: "Then I wonder what kind of lessons that talented writer needs to receive before he can be sensible?"

Mu Qian glanced at him and said, "It's not guilty to be romantic, but it's guilty to be unromantic. I'm not wrong, so what lesson do I need to learn?"

Huo Jinxi snorted again.

Mu Qian walked up behind him, hugged him from behind, leaned on his shoulder and said, "I've been invited to dinner again. I've pushed her so many times that I'm embarrassed to push her again."

"So, it doesn't make sense to not go to the appointment?" Huo Jinxi asked coolly.

"Not only is it unreasonable, but you have to take the initiative to invite people to dinner in order to repay others' enthusiasm!"

After hearing this, Huo Jinxi reached back and pinched her gently.

…

That night, Huo Qiran was in a daze all night, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or not. When he woke up in the morning, not only was he not in good spirits, but he also completely lost his voice in his throat.

Seeing his appearance, Mu Qian couldn't help but said: "You don't need to go to the laboratory today. Just rest at home and call Uncle Bei to give you an injection later."

"It doesn't matter." Huo Qiran replied with difficulty, "I will come back to rest if I can't hold on any longer."

Mu Qian glanced at him and said, "There are guests at home tonight. Even if you can hold on, you should come back early."

Huo Qiran listened and just nodded in response.

Seeing his lack of interest, Mu Qian turned around and asked Huo Jinxi: "You said it would be better for us to prepare Western food or Chinese food when entertaining Stewart and the others?"

Hearing this question, Huo Qiran suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Qian, still he could only mouth: "Is the guest tonight Stewart?"

Mu Qian did not answer his question, but instead laughed and said to Huo Jinxi: "Look at him like this, does it look like when he was a child and couldn't make a sound, he could only communicate with others through mouth movements..."

Seeing that Mu Qian didn't answer his question, Huo Qiran couldn't help but make a sound like sawing wood: "Stewart?"

"This sound is more like when he just spoke." Huo Jinxi immediately cooperated with Mu Qian and gave his son another blow.

Huo Qiran pressed his temples with a headache.

When the couple finally laughed enough, Mu Qian cleared her throat and answered his question: "Yes, it's Stewart. I heard that his son has also come to Tongcheng, and he plans to invite them all to be guests."

Huo Qiran paused and then said: "What about Jingli?"

Mu Qian carefully discerned the shape of his mouth, "What? Chicken ribs? Do you want to eat chicken ribs?"

Huo Qiran immediately closed his mouth again and looked at Mu Qian with an aggrieved look.

He didn't believe that Mu Qian didn't know what he was asking. He, his biological mother, clearly did it on purpose.

After meeting her son's aggrieved gaze, Mu Qian finally softened, smiled slightly and said, "Jing Li? She is an old guest of our house, and she will definitely come with her! So, will you come back for dinner tonight?
Chapter completed!