Seeing her coming downstairs, his eyes lingered on the striking strawberries on her neck for a few seconds. Without saying anything, he took the keys and walked out of the villa.
Mo Xier followed him a few steps behind and got into the car with him. When she was fastening her seat belt, she thought of the completely renovated balcony and muttered to herself, "Don't you understand flowers?" ?”
Qing Muchen held the steering wheel and drove coldly, and he didn't know if he heard her words.
Sicily is a very beautiful island, a resort in itself, and many people come here for honeymooners.
The white sunlight slanted in from the window, and when it fell on the cheeks, it was warm and sweet.
"Did you make today's breakfast?" The car drove on the road for a while, and Mo Xi'er asked again unexpectedly.
What he got was still Qing Muchen's indifference.
From the beginning to the end, he treated her like air, never looked in her direction once, and ignored her words.
Mo Xier actually didn't expect him to admit such a thing.
For a man like Qing Muchen, it would be even more unlike him to be honest in front of her about everything he did, right
Qing Muchen was driving very focused.
After driving her down the mountain, he walked around the island. Instead of taking her to the photography studio, he took her directly to the wedding studio.
Holding her hand and striding in, he glanced at the sets of dresses hanging in the room one by one, as if he were buying vegetables in a vegetable market. He walked to the clothes rack in a few steps, swish, swish, and looked at When she was satisfied with the wedding dress, she took off all of it and stuffed it into the arms of Mo Xier next to her.
Mo Xi'er stood stiffly beside him, just watching his movements blankly from beginning to end, not cooperating, but not naysaying either.
Qing Muchen finished selecting the clothes in the entire studio and pushed her to the dressing room.
"Three minutes, finish the test!" He raised his watch to check the time, then leaned against the door and ordered.
"There are too many clothes to try on!" Mo Xier did not take his words seriously.
Qing Muchen was not angry at her words, and his handsome handsome face slowly turned around. He smiled at her conspiratorially, "It's okay, I can help you!"
The expression on Mo Xi'er's face suddenly dropped, and her expression darkened on the spot.
"Go in!" Qing Muchen withdrew his gaze and ordered coldly.
He asked for something and never gave the other party room to resist. Whatever he asked for, he never gave up until the goal was achieved.
Mo Xi'er looked at him with anger, a cluster of flames bursting out of her eyes.
The atmosphere between the two of them was so tense.
The situation is tense and seems to be on the verge of breaking out.
Qing Muchen's expression did not fluctuate much from beginning to end, and he seemed to be very relaxed.
He has enough patience to get along with her.
Mo Xier couldn't resist him, and after confronting him for a while, she went to the fitting room in frustration holding the dress.
It would be too stupid to cross paths with him here, and it would always be her who suffers.
Qing Muchen chose thirty sets of dresses in total. There were not many ready-made dresses in a studio, so he took almost half of them.
The production of each dress is much more complicated and delicate than ordinary clothes, and it takes more time to try it on. Mo Xier spent nearly an hour in it before trying it on.
Qing Muchen gave her three minutes, but it took her a full thirty minutes.
When she walked out, Mo Xier was still thinking whether he would come up with some perverted means to torment her.