Mo Xi'er prepared dinner and when she walked out of the kitchen, Mo's mother suddenly called.
"Xi'er, you and Mu Chen come to our house for dinner tonight! Everyone happens to be here today!"
Mo Xi'er looked at the table of things that she had worked so hard to produce. She had no intention of going there, but after hearing the second half of her words, she asked casually, "Who are you?"
"Mo Ye, it just so happens that he came home today. He has been busy with your dad over the years and hasn't been back home for a long time. If you are fine, come back!" Mo's mother said.
Not far away, Qing Muchen walked towards this side with his long legs, looking at the dining table as he walked.
He glanced at what Mo Xi'er was preparing, sat down at the dining table, and took the tableware. He was already ready to start eating. Seeing that she was only talking on the phone and not eating, he slightly frowned and asked indifferently. , "Who called?"
"mom!"
"What did you say?"
Mo Xi'er glanced sideways at him and said tentatively, "Let's go back to eat!"
Her tone was cautious, and she was paying attention to his reaction as she spoke.
She was actually a little worried that Qing Muchen was thinking too much, but unexpectedly, he didn't ask a single question. He put the tableware in his hands aside, stood up and straightened his collar, "Let's go then!"
Walking in front, he headed out the door one step ahead of her.
"Oh!" Mo Xier followed stiffly.
Qing Muchen has always had a good relationship with Mo's father and Mo's mother. He has been treated as half a son by Mo's father since he was a child. He has almost always responded to the requests of the two elders.
As soon as Mo's mother called, he didn't care about the wedding photos that he and Mo Xi'er had just finished taking a long time, took the car keys and went out.
Mo Xier didn't take the initiative to tell him what happened on Mo's mother's phone call. He didn't ask because she didn't want to cause trouble for him.
The two people's car went all the way down the mountain and arrived outside the gate of Mo's house. When Qing Muchen got out of the car and was about to enter the garden, he glanced at an off-road vehicle that happened to be parked outside and asked casually, "Are there guests at home today?"
"Yeah!" Mo Xi'er looked at him carefully and answered honestly.
She could actually pretend that she didn't know anything, but she was too familiar with Mo Ye's car, and she could easily be exposed if she pretended not to recognize it when she saw it.
Qing Muchen was stunned for a moment, stared at the car for a few times, walked a few steps into the garden, and then said, "Who is coming?"
"Mo Ye."
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Qing Muchen, who was walking ahead with steady steps, suddenly stopped the car.
Mo Xier was caught off guard and bumped into his back.
"Ouch!" she whispered, and her arms wrapped around his waist reflexively.
Probably because he realized the relationship between the two, he let go again after only a few seconds.
She seemed a little disgusted, lowered her head and wiped her hands behind his back.
Her movements were very slight, specifically avoiding Qing Muchen's sight.
While wiping, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.
Qing Muchen's eyesight was very good, and he squinted in her direction from the corner of his eye. Seeing her reaction, his face suddenly darkened.
Mo Xi'er didn't look at him, and after wiping her hands, she shook her arms a few times.
She made no secret of her dislike of him.
He shook it several times, turned his head sideways, and was about to continue walking forward as if nothing had happened, but his eyes accidentally met his—