Mo Xier twisted her eyebrows and glanced at him.
Is he irritating her
Qing Muchen's slender legs changed to an overlapping position, and his arms lazily supported his head. His eyes fell on her, still waiting for her move with a lazy look on his face.
Mo Xi'er's expression turned stiff and he stood motionless.
She seemed to be struggling and was silent for a few minutes. She seemed to have figured it out. She stretched her hand stiffly towards the bowl and finally picked up the spoon.
She filled a ladle of soup and brought it to his door. There was no expression on her face, "Here!"
"Miss Mo seems reluctant?" Qing Muchen just glanced at the spoon that was close at hand, but did not take it.
Mo Xi'er's face, which was originally stiff, suddenly sank.
Does he still want her to smile in front of him
Qing Muchen looked at her lazily, seeming to be very interested in her next reaction.
"Don't go too far!" Mo Xi'er ignored his words and put the spoon in front of him again.
Two seconds passed, but Qing Muchen didn't take it.
Mo Xier continued to wait for a while.
Ten seconds passed, and Qing Muchen still didn't take it.
He just stared at her, seemingly obsessed with Gang's question.
However, his words were extremely ironic in Mo Xi'er's eyes.
She didn't agree to get married just to show off!
Her face was one green and one white, like a palette, and the colors were very colorful.
Her face was actually very stinky, and normal people would not be happy for someone to show a stinky face to them. However, Qing Muchen didn't seem to object to it, and even appreciated it with gusto.
In Mo Xi'er's eyes, his expression looked like he was watching a monkey playing!
Realizing this problem, all Mo Xier's expressions suddenly froze.
Fortunately, Qing Muchen didn't make things too difficult for her.
He held her small face in his palm and gently caressed her skin with his fingertips. He kneaded her face as if kneading dough, manually making the curves of her face look better.
Mo Xi'er was a little speechless at his actions, but she didn't stop him.
Qing Muchen looked at her up and down like a doll. Seeing her face softening a lot, he seemed quite satisfied and happily took a gulp of the soup she brought to him.
She didn't even need to take action to continue feeding him, he just took the bowl over and he drank the soup in it cleanly.
"Let's go!" He walked in front, heading upstairs ahead of her.
"Are you still going to the branch in the next city?" Mo Xi'er followed him, asking the question he was most concerned about as he walked.
"Want me to leave?" Qing Muchen stopped walking and glanced at her sideways.
"No, I just don't want to delay your work." Mo Xi'er denied simply.
"Really?" Qing Muchen looked away and spoke lightly, not knowing whether he was questioning her words or softly agreeing.
"So, are you still going?" Mo Xier was very persistent about this question.
He took a few steps forward and asked again.
"Go, why don't you go! You can't let down your wife's kindness, right?" Qing Muchen squinted at her from the corner of his eyes, his eyes half-smiling but not smiling, with obvious teasing.
Mo Xier let out a long sigh.
Just let him go.
With his busy work schedule and being away from home six out of seven days a week, even if the two of them got married, her life would not be too sad.
This was what Mo Xi'er was thinking at this time, but before this thought lasted for two seconds, he was broken by Qing Muchen's next words, "Come with me!"