Tong Xiyao was very concerned about this matter. Qing Muchen, a person who usually didn't seem to care much about anything, decided that she would not spend much time on this wedding.
However, what she didn't expect was that in the next few days, Qing Muchen would be uncharacteristically concerned about the details of the wedding.
He consulted several books for the venue layout materials alone, and also contacted the flower arrangement suppliers himself.
This kind of him not only surprised Tong Xiyao, but even Xixi didn't expect it.
Xixi stood outside his study, quietly looking at him in the room with his back to her and the florist on the phone, her eyes glazed over.
Xixi would definitely not believe him if he said he cared about Mo Xier.
They didn't know each other at all, and he didn't even know what she looked like. How could such a person care about the other person
Qing Muchen now makes Xixi more and more confused.
Qing Muchen probably noticed the line of sight she directed towards him, and suddenly turned around with his back to him.
The pen barrel turned twice leisurely on his fingertips. He raised his eyes and glanced at her. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xixi came back to her senses, calmed down, and walked towards him with the tray in her hand, "It's nothing, I just sent some food as ordered by my wife."
When she came to his side, she bent down and took out all the snacks in the tray and placed them beside him. After putting the tray away, she turned around and wanted to leave, but her wrist was unexpectedly grabbed by Qing Muchen.
"Young Master can't eat without anyone to accompany him?" Xixi turned her head, raised the corners of her lips, and said something so sharp that Qing Muchen's eyes became colder.
This girl has such a bad mouth!
Xixi ignored his look, pulled out her wrist, straightened her back and walked out calmly.
When she went downstairs, Tong Xiyao was still actively preparing for the wedding.
Seeing her walking down, he raised his head and glanced at her. Tong Xiyao raised the corners of his lips, smiled and motioned for her to come over, "Xixi, come and help me see if this wedding dress is beautiful?"
Xixi was slightly startled, her drooping face raised in surprise, as if she didn't understand the purpose of her request.
The Qing family has many servants, why do we need to consult her opinion on this kind of thing
Xixi's eyes turned to her quietly, looking at her from a distance, her eyes darkened slightly, and she only reflected for a few seconds before she suddenly understood.
Did she want to use this kind of thing to let herself see her identity clearly
The wedding dress was prepared for other women, and she was only there to help as a reference!
Xixi was startled, her eyes looking at Tong Xiyao's smiling face quietly, her mood suddenly became complicated.
Did the Qing family choose the Mo family just because of the relationship between the two families, or was it partly because of their evenly matched family backgrounds
"Xixi, did you hear what I just said?" Suddenly, Tong Xiyao spoke up.
Xixi came back to her senses, calmed down, and walked downstairs as if nothing had happened, "Madam, everyone's preferences are different. What I think looks good may not necessarily be what Miss Mojia thinks looks good too."
"It doesn't matter, just tell me what you think." Tong Xiyao laid out the drawings of wedding dresses in front of her nonchalantly.
"I personally think this one is good. It is the latest model from VERA-WANG."
"You can also have this one. This one belongs to Elizabo."
"This piece should be very suitable for a girl like Xi'er. You and Xi'er are about the same age, what do you think?"