He looked at her with cold eyes, his cold eyes swept over her face inch by inch, his eyes were so sharp that it seemed like he could scrape off her skin.
Mo Xi'er was actually a little afraid of him like this.
However, due to her family environment since she was a child, she has never shown timidity in front of anyone.
Lifting her pretty little chin, she calmly arranged her hair, retreated from his arms, turned her back and called the housekeeper again.
"Bring me some food."
The butler's service was very efficient. The Qing family had prepared a lot of things tonight. In just two or three minutes, a tray full of delicious food was delivered to their room.
The middle-aged butler also thoughtfully prepared two goblets and a bottle of red wine for the two of them.
When Mo Xier took the tray, he glanced at the red wine bottle and his facial expression froze slightly.
However, in just a few seconds, he returned to expressionless.
Turning her eyes to Qing Muchen behind her, Mo Xier walked towards him with a tray, sat down on the chair where she had just sat, took out the food on the tray and put them away. She poured herself and him a glass of wine each. .
She raised her face and stared at the slightly drunk handsome face of the man next to her. She raised her glass and suggested, "Would you like to have a drink together?"
Qing Muchen was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect that she would suddenly make such a request.
"Hand in hand?"
"Forget it!" Surprisingly, Mo Xi'er didn't deny it.
Qing Muchen was delighted by her words, and his originally cold face turned gloomy, and he suddenly felt a lot happier.
"I'll do it first as a token of respect!" Mo Xi'er held her own glass of wine and clinked it with his. She raised her face and wanted to drink the wine in one sip. As soon as the glass was brought to her lips, her wrist was suddenly lifted. Mu Chen held it back.
Mo Xi'er was startled and glanced at his hand lightly.
Qing Muchen's big hand wrapped her slender and white hand that seemed to have no bones, and led her hand around his wrist. He took his glass of wine with one hand and made a gesture of drinking it with her. The tone was very casual, "Since we are going to drink together, we should drink like this!"
He was always straightforward in his work, raised his chin in an elegant arc, and drank all the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Mo Xier just stared at him quietly, looking at his empty wine glass, and without cheating or doing anything, he also got rid of his own glass.
Her drinking capacity is not bad.
She has lived in a place where men like the mafia gather since she was a child. Her personality is not as delicate as that of ordinary girls, and her drinking ability is cultivated through training.
She didn't know how much Qing Muchen drank, but given his current condition and having had so many drinks earlier, Mo Xier felt that maybe she and he would finish the bottle together, and he would be the first to get drunk.
Qing Muchen glanced at her red lips with a drop of wine on them. Seeing the purple wine adorning her red lips, his throat suddenly felt dry.
He tugged on the tie of his shirt and suddenly hooked his arm around her neck. He aimed his face towards her lips and wanted to lean towards her.
Almost touching her lips, Mo Xi'er's body suddenly leaned back, her little hand blocked his mouth, stopping his movement, "Don't do it first!"
"Any more questions?" Qing Muchen squinted at her, waiting for her next words.