Glancing over the wedding dress drawings, she selected the bottom one according to her preference and handed it to Tong Xiyao, "Madam, I think this set is good."
Qing Muchen happened to come down from upstairs at this time, turned his eyes in the direction of the two of them, glanced at the piles of drawings, and raised his eyebrows.
Tong Xiyao seems to agree with Xixi's vision, and she is actually very satisfied with what Xixi likes.
After staring at the drawings for a while, she pursed her lips, put the drawings away with a smile, "Okay, let's do this!"
Everything was ready to be finalized when Qing Muchen suddenly came down from upstairs and snatched the drawings away.
"What's good? Mom should listen to the parties involved in this kind of thing." Without giving Tong Xiyao a chance to explain himself, he took the drawings and was about to leave. Next to him, Xixi suddenly added, "Yes. Madam, you should listen to the parties involved."
Qing Muchen's words were one of the few times she was satisfied with him.
She liked what he said.
According to him, if the person involved never shows up, there is no need to choose a wedding dress.
Qing Muchen seemed surprised that she would agree with him on this matter, and the steps he had already taken suddenly stopped.
"Miss Xixi, why do I get the feeling that you don't want this wedding to go smoothly?"
Glancing at her face, Qing Muchen suddenly said something leisurely.
What he said was actually based on intuition.
He has always trusted his intuition, at least, so far, his intuition has not been wrong.
How could you want his wedding with another woman to go smoothly when you approach him with a purpose
Qing Muchen naturally misunderstood again.
Xixi originally didn't care about any of his thoughts, but saying such words in front of Tong Xiyao made her a little embarrassed.
Tong Xiyao seemed to be stunned, turning her head and looking at Xixi incredulously, as if asking the authenticity of Qing Muchen's words.
Xixi felt a little uncomfortable when she saw her, so she calmed down and said calmly, "Young Master really likes to joke!"
With a calm tone, she wanted to take away what he just said, but Qing Muchen seemed to have no intention of letting it go, "Isn't it true?"
"No!" Xixi rejected his words, and slowly raised her face. She said expressionlessly, "I hope you and Miss Mo Xi'er will be happy forever, young master!"
"Really?" Qing Muchen narrowed his eyes and looked at her, obviously not believing her words, "Why do I think Miss Xixi's words are so forced?"
He seemed to have forgotten that there was Tong Xiyao next to him, and his tone of conversation with Xixi was always lazily, and they walked away slowly, almost becoming in love.
Xixi's face stiffened, and her expression froze for a few seconds. She glanced sideways from the corner of her eyes and stared calmly at Tong Xiyao next to her.
Tong Xiyao had always disliked her getting too close to Qing Muchen. Ever since Qing Muchen appeared, her brows had been slightly furrowed, as if she was a little displeased.
Qing Muchen completely ignored her expression, still speaking like when he was alone with Xixi, and his tone of voice made people feel itchy.
Xixi was speechless for a long time and looked away awkwardly, "Master, you misunderstood."