Mo Xier was stunned, and all the expressions on his face were suddenly frozen like a painting that had just been written.
Qing Muchen looked at her with a gloomy gaze, twisting her hands that she had just played with several times, and his eyes were so cold that Mo Xier's arms felt a little hairy.
She was just stunned for a moment, but she didn't feel too embarrassed.
"Aren't you going to go in? Your parents are still waiting at home!" Without any explanation for her behavior, she passed him and walked ahead towards the main house.
Qing Muchen was still where he was, and his steps didn't seem to move at all.
His eyes followed her figure, and the way he looked at her was still cold. The feeling of coldness to the bone, even though Mo Xi'er had distanced herself from him, she still felt it very clearly.
Her steps slowed down slightly and she looked in his direction from the corner of her eye. She just stared at him quietly and ignored him.
Turning her head, she continued into the house.
When they came to the living room, Mother Mo's dinner was ready.
An authentic Italian feast, with the tableware neatly placed and no one using it, seemed to be specially waiting for her and Qing Muchen.
When he saw her entering the house, Father Mo spoke first, "Back!"
The most common greeting between family members, the second sentence followed by concern for Qing Muchen, "Where is Mu Chen! Why is it just you?"
"Dad, wouldn't you welcome me alone?" Mo Xi'er babbled without explaining.
"What are you talking about!" Mother Mo gave her an angry look.
"You're kidding." Mo Xi'er smiled, hugged her and headed to the restaurant.
"What have you prepared today? It's been a long time since I've eaten anything mom made. When she came to the dining table and sat down at her seat, Mo Xi'er leaned over and smelled the food on her plate deeply.
"You've only been away from home for less than a week!" Mother Mo reminded her, probably a little speechless.
"Isn't a week a long time? A lot of hours!" Mo Xier defended himself seriously, turning his head and looking at the handsome man standing on the other side of the dining table.
"It's been a few days!" She smiled at him. Her smile was not as playful as when she faced Father Mo and Mother Mo, but much gentler.
Qing Muchen walked in from outside the house and saw this scene as soon as he came. His handsome face, which was already cold, seemed to be suddenly covered with frost, and his whole person was filled with chills.
Can you smile so gently at other men
Mo Ye turned his back to him and didn't look in his direction.
Mo Xier's eyes were on Mo Ye, but she didn't notice him.
In fact, Mo Ye felt very cold. Normally, there was almost no expression on his face. But when he faced Mo Xi'er, he suddenly became much softer.
When he and Mo Xi'er looked at each other, one raised his eyes and the other lowered his eyes. Both of their eyes were gentle and gentle. The picture was so harmonious that it was as if the person next to him had become a third party.
Qing Muchen was very upset when he heard that Mo Ye was also at the Mo house. When he saw this scene when he came in, his anger undoubtedly found a breakthrough.
The two people at the table were still looking at each other, and neither of them noticed the other people next to them.
Mo Ye sat down next to Mo Xier and poured her a drink naturally, "This is your favorite, cherry juice. I brought the cherries back from Brazil. They were just fried. Try them!"
"Okay." Mo Xi'er smiled at him and took a few sips of the juice he handed over.
Mo Ye's eyes stayed on the side of her face for a few seconds without any trace, just staring at her without drinking.