After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

The leisurely and pleasant weekend time flies by.

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

There is no need to worry about Jiang Chi in the company 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 person who came to pick her up was Uncle Yang, the housekeeper of Murong's 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?"

No wonder she asked this question, after all, usually the driver would pick up Murong Qiao when he flew home, but suddenly it was Uncle Yang, and 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 slandered that the trophy that Yanxiu got last time was still with her, but it was a pity that 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 unconsciously uttered the question in his heart just now.

She blinked her eyes inexplicably, looking a little puzzled.

"He seems to have been missing 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 find it surprising, 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 look like this," Uncle Yang briefly 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, so it can be said that there is no market for the price.

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 her 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 straightened up, and her gaze unconsciously passed over the second floor of Murong's 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.

When 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 while Uncle Yang was packing his bag, Murong Qiao turned around and walked towards the other side.

"Hello?" Murong Qiao answered the phone.

Her voice subconsciously became a little softer, 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?"

Murong Qiao sent a message to Huo Yichen when he got off the plane, but now that it was late at night, Huo Yichen always called him uneasy.

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

When she spoke, 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 low voice made it difficult for Yanxiu to hear what he said clearly, but he didn't care about these things.

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

Roses and maidens, red and white.

"Rose..." Yanxiu muttered to himself.

Holding a paintbrush in his hand, he stood in front of the drawing board, hesitating to start painting.

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 through 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.

But if he was not satisfied with the painting, 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 health is better, 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 lowered his eyes to paint, and listened to what Murong Qiao said.

The previous time at the Han family banquet, Murong Qiao was not able to 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 cold and dewy at night, and Huo Yichen was worried that she would catch a cold, so he proposed to hang up the phone first.

You can chat during the day, but you won't be able to catch a cold.

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