Qing Muchen stared at Chen Xi's back quietly, as if he had been hit on the head, and his eyes shrank slightly.
Mo Xier slowly turned her back to him, raised her eyes, and met his eyes through the morning light. Her clear eyes looked at all the excitement in his eyes,
He didn't say anything, and he didn't explain his behavior at all.
The two of them just looked at each other. Qing Muchen's eyes showed shock, surprise, anger, and some emotions that Mo Xi'er couldn't understand.
He had always been a secretive person, and before she could read it, all the emotions in his eyes were restrained.
Surprisingly, he didn't get angry in front of her.
He walked towards her in a few steps, without even saying a preamble. In front of everyone in the room, he held her hand with his big hand and dragged her out of the room.
His steps were fast, his slender legs constantly changing frequency, and he didn't care that Mo Xi'er behind him was still wearing stilettos. He led her out of Mo's house, and the vast wedding team followed him to the airport.
He was driving very fast and he was in a hurry.
Mo Xier sat in the passenger seat and stared at him silently from beginning to end.
She didn't think Qing Muchen's calmness was a good thing.
Mo Xi'er now always feels like a storm is coming.
The long wedding procession drove all the way to the airport. After arriving, Qing Muchen dragged her straight towards the runway.
His hand held hers tightly, as if to prevent her from leaving through any tricks.
Mo Xier stiffened and let him lead her onto the plane. She looked at the hands they were still holding tightly after getting on the plane. She was startled when she looked at his knuckles tightened.
Qing Muchen's hand was very domineering, his broad palm wrapped around her, as if he wanted to imprison her whole body, her body and mind, and all her sky through her hands.
There are only a few hours left before the wedding ceremony is officially held.
On the way to City C, Qing Muchen didn't speak the whole time, but lightly closed his eyes and rested.
Even when she fell asleep, he still didn't let go of her hand.
Mo Xi'er didn't struggle at all during the whole process. Everyone had already returned, so there was no point in resisting again.
Sitting next to the window, she stared at him calmly.
Qing Muchen seemed very tired, his whole face was full of weariness, as if he hadn't slept for several nights, and he even had bags under his eyes.
Apart from him, Mo Xier has never seen another person who was in such a miserable state on their wedding day.
Staring at his face quietly, Mo Xi'er suddenly thought of Mo Ye's words.
Is he looking for her
Did the dozens of hours he was missing have anything to do with her
The plane continued its journey in the air.
The wedding time is set for three o'clock in the afternoon.
Qing Muchen came to Sicily and then returned to City C without making any stops along the way. When he arrived at the wedding venue, there were still ten minutes before the ceremony started.
There was a large lawn outside the wedding venue, and the plane landed just outside the lawn.
Qing Muchen got off the plane first and went straight to the dressing room after walking out.
Mo Xier followed behind, and when she slowly walked out of the gangway surrounded by a large group of bodyguards, everyone on the scene looked in her direction, seemingly shocked.
Except Qing Yafeng.
He actually reminded Tong Xiyao yesterday, but Tong Xiyao didn't pay attention.
Tong Xiyao was deeply shocked. She stared at Mo Xier who was walking down the gangway for a long time. She put her hand on her forehead.