Mu Zhao¡¯s tone was a little sad: ¡°Little uncle, if you continue to smoke, you will feel sad if you are under the sweet spring.¡±
Huo Xiao's smoking movement paused for a moment, and his cold eyes were extremely silent: "Okay, I won't smoke, I'll quit."
In the past, he promised Gu Liangzhi to quit smoking many times because she would frown when she smelled cigarette smoke.
"It's a pity that she died before he could quit smoking.
Huo Xiao's fingers trembled when he put out the cigarette butt, but the expression on his face was indifferent: "You have been on her V letter, why?"
Mu Zhao picked up the teacup in front of her, it was so warm that it warmed her palms.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the steam coming out of the teacup, the white mist blurring her eyes.
The tone is no longer a calm tone, the calmness is just forced restraint, the voice is a little trembling but the tone is clear.
She said: "You may not believe me. A week ago, my conscience gave me a dream, and I dreamed that my conscience died tragically."
¡°Then I dialed her number and turned off the phone.¡± He retracted his fingers and looked down at the misty tea cup in front of him.
"I didn't believe it at first!" When she said this, she tilted her head and raised her head, and looked at Huo Xiao quietly for a while, "She told me that she had delivered a package to Master Miao Kong from Lingjue Temple, which contained items for me and Your gift. My birthday is almost ten days earlier than yours. You should be born on January 3rd, which is today."
"Later, I secretly went to Lingjue Temple, and sure enough there was a package."
Having said this, Mu Zhao took a sip of the steaming tea in front of her, and the smile on her lips was also far-fetched, "The birthday gift my conscience gave you, I will get it for you after you finish breakfast."
That was a small piece of art that she used to collect Huo Xiao¡¯s smoked cigarette butts and turn them into treasures when she was still Gu Liangzhi.
Remove the ash in front of the cigarette holder, take out the cotton wool from the cigarette butt, use special processing to put the cotton wool into a transparent glass container, and use some painting techniques to make the cotton wool look like smoke, making the appearance of the entire glass bottle vaguely visible. A man standing in the sunset beautiful and tragic scenes.
Huo Xiao¡¯s eyes were extremely hot, as if they would become wet in the next second.
His sexy Adam's apple rolled several times before he struggled to say hoarse words: "What is it?"
Mu Zhao was always in a heavy mood, and wanted to smile in relief, but when he raised his eyelids to rival Huo Xiao's red eyes, his heart was pounding.
It¡¯s too uncomfortable to be too special.
Especially, when she forced Huo Yuanyuan in the middle of the night last night, she unexpectedly learned about Huo Xiao's feelings for Gu Liangzhi.
Mu Zhao calmed down and smiled: "Well, I didn't open it. But the letter to me mentioned that I hope you can quit smoking."
Huo Xiao stopped talking, stood up from the chair, and turned around.
He raised his hand several times and pressed his throbbing temples, his eyes seeming to be in an unknown distance.
Looking at that angle, I only felt that the man's back was clear and dull in the bright sunny morning.
No one spoke, there was only the rustling of the wind, and occasionally the chirping of a few birds, but it seemed increasingly lonely.
After a stalemate like this for more than a minute, Mu Zhao saw that the man who turned around had calmed down, but the moisture on his eyelashes could still be faintly seen.
He walked over to her again, sat opposite her, and looked at her with warm and cold eyes, "What did I give you?"
Mu Zhao¡¯s eyelids drooped, ¡°Well, Bulgari pen. She always thinks my handwriting is ugly, and she hopes I can practice it well.¡±
Huo Xiao looked at her for a few seconds and suddenly said: "Give me a piece"