Qing Muchen's already cold eyes became even sharper under her action.
Mo Xi'er seemed to have a built-in shielding function, as if he didn't exist, one after another, he placed the pastries in the tasting room.
Her face never looked flustered from beginning to end, and she seemed to be eating with gusto.
With such calmness, even Qing Muchen almost admired her.
I have to say, she is a strange woman.
There was a person next to her who was staring at her with cold eyes, his eyes were so sharp that he could crush her to death with one hand, yet she could still be so calm.
She obviously didn't want to get married, but after the actual wedding, she could just calmly say that whether she was happy or not, her life would be the same.
They had just gotten married, and even before the bridal chamber, they had already begun to plan their husband's family property.
How many such wonderful women are there in this world
Qing Muchen suddenly realized that he had no presence in front of her.
"Miss Mo, do you know what time it is?" He reminded her coldly as he raised his watch to check the time.
"It's past twelve o'clock." Mo Xi'er replied to him without raising his head.
"There is a man walking out of her room so late. Should Miss Mo explain?" Qing Muchen asked thoughtfully.
"You're someone who walked in openly, but there are so many of your bodyguards outside. What do you think I need to explain to you, Master Qing?" Mo Xi'er's face still didn't look up.
She did not stop eating, chewing slowly and carefully, as if Qing Muchen was not as attractive as a piece of cake to her.
Qing Muchen's face darkened again.
Why hadn't he noticed in the past that her words could make people angry so easily
He walked towards her slowly with his slender legs, stood still in front of her, and stared at her condescendingly, looking at the mousse under her eyes, which Qing Muchen found annoying.
Stretching out his long arm, he waved away the cake she was still eating.
"Now, look at me!" He ordered coldly, standing in front of her like an emperor.
"What are you doing?" Mo Xi'er's face finally lifted after that. She seemed a little annoyed by his behavior.
Qing Muchen pinched her small chin with his fingertips, bent down, and brought his face closer to hers. He asked gloomily, word by word, "Thinking about the assets that can be inherited in the future, do you have an appetite?" Much better?"
His words were extremely sarcastic, and the irony was what Mo Xier said just now.
It was obvious that he heard it all.
Mo Xi'er stared at him blankly for a few seconds, not wanting to explain her words and actions.
"You heard it." Her voice was still very light, as light as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
"Miss Mo's calculations are really accurate!" Qing Muchen pinched her chin harder.
"It's just planning for the future." It was still an understatement.
"Future?" The temperature of Qing Muchen's eyes behind her two words was cold enough to penetrate people.
Her future is to figure out when he is gone and when she can take away his assets
Mo Xier looked at him calmly, showing no fear in his eyes.
"Otherwise, what kind of future does Master Qing think we will have?" He said lightly, a bit self-deprecating.
Qing Muchen's face froze slightly, and he stared at her coldly for a while. The corners of his lips suddenly curled up in an evil way.