The way he looked at Mo Xi'er didn't actually reveal too many emotions. It was light, as plain as mist and wind, without anything hot. It was just that as soon as his eyes turned to her, they unconsciously fell on her. Long.
Qing Muchen raised his watch and paid careful attention to the time. It was close to a minute in total.
Qing Muchen knew very well what it meant when a man's eyes stayed on a woman for nearly a minute.
Mo's mother was also beside her. She turned her head and glanced at Qing Muchen's face, which seemed to be unpleasant, and wanted to interrupt Mo Xi'er and Mo Ye who were sitting there.
Before the words were spoken, Qing Muchen suddenly walked towards the dining table in a few steps.
Regardless of how many people were there, he stood behind Mo Xi'er, picked her up, and placed her in the unoccupied seat next to her. He took her place and sat between her and Mo Ye. .
He snatched the juice that Mo Xi'er just drank, and didn't care that she had drank it. Qing Muchen picked it up and drank it all.
"I don't like such sour things!" He put the cup aside in disgust and expressed his opinion frankly.
"It doesn't matter, this isn't prepared for you anyway." Mo Xier poured him a glass of water.
Qing Muchen's face darkened again.
Mo Xier pretended not to notice, poured herself another glass of juice and continued drinking.
After taking two sips, she turned her eyes to Mo Ye. She changed her previous indifference when facing Qing Muchen, and the smile returned to her face, "It's very fresh, I like it very much!"
Mo Ye pursed his lips slightly, turned his head and glanced in the direction of Qing Muchen.
The cold air on Qing Muchen's face was so thick that it could freeze into ice.
His hand was holding the cup tightly, and his fingers were shrinking constantly, and the joints were particularly obvious under the light.
The atmosphere in the restaurant, which was originally as warm as the sunshine in the early summer morning, seemed to suddenly turn into a world of ice and snow after Mo Xier's words.
Even the mother standing next to her felt the coldness.
After looking at this and then that, Mo's mother coughed lightly and began to dominate Mo Xi'er with a good look at her expression, "Xi'er, mom specially prepared a C-city flavor for Mu Chen today. Soup, go bring it out!"
She was trying to ease the atmosphere and indirectly create a distance between her daughter and son-in-law.
Mo Xi'er and Qing Muchen have not known each other for a long time. Although Mo's mother believes that Qing Muchen will definitely be the most worthy of Mo Xi'er's reliance, there is always a process of getting used to each other in the early stage.
Mo Xier didn't want to do anything for Qing Muchen at all.
However, she didn't want to show this side of herself in front of her parents.
Whether her marriage is good or not, Mo Xier doesn't want any third party to worry about her.
"Okay." She calmed down, changed her previous coldness, stood up, and walked into the kitchen happily.
She helped Qing Muchen serve a portion of soup, and she even poured him a glass of water before continuing to eat.
However, what was poured was white water.
She felt that if Qing Muchen disliked the things Mo Ye sent, such as the cherries shipped by air, he would not try it again.
A person as cold as him should like something like white water.
Qing Muchen's face looked a bit foul, but he didn't say anything.
Throughout the meal, the atmosphere was a little weird.
This kind of atmosphere followed the meal from the beginning to the end.