Qing Muchen didn't even know how much he drank tonight.
After the whole banquet, he hardly ate and was all socializing.
There were so many guests present today. Not to mention the ones Luo Yibei blocked for him, he himself had to be respected at least dozens of times.
When you drink to that extent, it's a miracle you're not drunk.
Qing Muchen's stomach was very empty and full of water.
After grabbing Mo Xier's face and filling his stomach, he obviously felt much better.
Mo Xi'er didn't even know what the banquet was going to be like today, and she didn't care whether his stomach was good or not.
Not willing to have his midnight snack eaten by him, seeing that the last bit of noodles was about to be eaten by him, he stood up and wanted to grab his bowl again, but Qing Muchen's body suddenly leaned back.
His movements were natural, purely to avoid her outstretched hand.
Mo Xi'er seemed not to have expected that he would suddenly make such a move. Her leaning body lost her balance, her center of gravity was unsteady, and she fell over.
Breathing, the strong smell of alcohol hits his face.
Mellow, rich, and a little pungent, like decades of aging.
Also accompanied by the aroma of grapes.
Mo Xier doesn't like men who drink. She doesn't like any non-natural taste.
To her, a man smelling of alcohol is dirty.
Although the smell of alcohol on Qing Muchen's body was very strong, his head was still groggy and he was barely drunk.
But probably due to his natural temperament, even at this time, his aura still doesn't make people feel half sloppy.
The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong, but it still couldn't hide its refreshing taste. It was light, like a refreshing scent, and it smelled very comfortable.
He gives people the impression that he is always clean.
Even if he said the most rude words, he still couldn't conceal his own temperament.
Mo Xier's breath was filled with two smells, one that was exclusive to him, and the other was the smell of alcohol.
Both seem to be poisonous, making people a little intoxicated.
Mo Xi'er had never been a nymphomaniac, but just leaning on Qing Muchen and smelling his breath made her head feel dizzy.
She wanted to straighten up, but Qing Muchen pressed her waist and refused to let go.
"Who cooked the noodles?" His voice seemed a little serious from above his head.
"Mr. Qing, is it interesting to worry about this kind of issue at this time?" Mo Xier raised his face and sneered lightly.
"Is it Mo Ye?" Qing Muchen refused to let go.
"It doesn't matter who cooks it?" Mo Xi'er looked away and said calmly.
"It doesn't matter who cooked it, but cooking it at this time does matter!" Qing Muchen's face tightened, "Should Miss Mo explain the reason why he came in at this time before?"
"What do you think, Mr. Qing?" Mo Xier did not answer his question directly, but asked, "You have an unknown relationship with me?"
Before he could answer, she raised her lips mockingly and said, "If Mr. Qing wants to think so, then that's up to you. After all, I can't control other people's thoughts."
The tone of her conversation with him was very light from beginning to end.
So indifferent, as if she didn't care about him at all.
She and him had no relationship foundation, a free marriage, and a normal relationship. Now Mo Xi'er really didn't mind any of his thoughts.
Qing Muchen actually understood this truth himself, but after hearing it from her, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable everywhere.