Mo Qianliu waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."
He straightened up and walked slowly into the yard and walked along the path.
Although the wind outside was very cold, it was very refreshing to him.
The suffocation and suffocation in the chest was slightly relieved in the wind.
Mo Qianliu breathed the cold wind greedily, feeling the coldness on his skin.
Counting the days, Qianluan's birthday is approaching.
What should I prepare for this year’s birthday gift?
It was a necklace the year before last, and a ruby hairpin last year.
this year……
Nowadays young girls like to wear Hanfu. He planned to find a friend of a fashion designer to make a Hanfu.
Then he will make a set of hair accessories as Qian Luan's birthday present this year.
I just don't know whether Qianluan likes Hanfu or what size clothes he wears.
Mo Qianliu raised his hand and his arm trembled slightly. Mark said that this was a side effect of the medication.
What can be done with these trembling hands...
I want the best things for Qianluan, but now he...
Mo Qianliu put away his five fingers and made a fist.
"Owen, how is your health today?"
A family member greeted him warmly.
Mo Qianliu politely replied, "Much better, is your husband better?"
"He will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I will rush home now to clean up."
Mo Qianluo smiled, "Congratulations."
He has a melancholy breath, and his attitude of communicating with others is indifferent and polite.
At first glance, it makes people feel sad and lonely, but in fact he is very cold in his bones.
"You have to work hard too~"
"Thank you."
Mo Qianliu retracted his gaze and walked slowly along the path.
He has to say to Mark that he doesn't need the medicine for now.
He wanted to make out the birthday present for Qian Luan before her birthday.
The Hanfu plan cannot be carried out now, so what kind of gift will I give this time?
Mo Qianliu looked down and thought about it earnestly, but he didn't even hear someone calling him behind him.
There were rapid footsteps behind him, "Mr. Owen."
This sentence rang behind him, and Mo Qianliu returned to his senses.
Standing behind him is a very tall young man wearing a long white trench coat and a hat of the same color.
The temperament is very good, and the identity is good at a glance.
"Mr. Owen, I didn't recognize the wrong person," he said with a smile.
Mo Qianliu said: "I didn't admit my mistake."
Mi Jiu said, "I'm sorry, I know you are in the hospital and I will disturb you."
"It's okay." Mo Qianliu coughed lightly and said dumbly: "You are..."
"Ah, my name is Mi Jiu and I come from Xun's family in Suicheng, Beijing."
Mo Qianliu nodded, "Mr. Mi Jiu found here specially, is there something wrong?"
Mi Jiu said, "There is indeed something, Mr. Owen, should we find a place to sit and talk?"
Mo Qianliu said, "There are chairs in the fountain."
The two wooden chairs are in front of the pool and they are very clean.
After the two sat down, Mi Jiu didn't turn a corner, and said directly: "Mr. Owen deals with jewellery all the year round. He should know a lot of jewellers."
Mo Qianliu raised his mouth, "It should be a very simple matter to find a jeweler with the strength of the Xun family."
Mi Jiu smiled and said, "This jeweler is a bit difficult to deal with this time, so I would like to ask Mr. Owen for a favor."
Mo Qianliu said: "Sorry, I'm just a designer. It's not my job to talk about cooperation, and naturally I don't know any jewelry merchants."
Mi Jiu said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know the jeweler, as long as Mr. Owen knows Prince Shaman of Manzhu Xiaozhou."