Mo Xi'er just felt it was a bit ironic, but other than that, he didn't have much thought.
Her marriage to him was originally different from ordinary people's marriages.
Qing Muchen didn't tell her anything, how normal was that
In fact, Mo Xier didn't care at all.
However, Tong Xiyao saw that she was distracted and seemed to have misunderstood.
"Xi'er, Mu Chen may be very busy these days. Don't think too much about it. Why don't you and Yan Yan go out to relax during these two days?"
"Mom, I'm fine! Mu Chen may not be able to spare time to make a phone call, I understand." Mo Xi'er tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled at her. His words were so considerate that he even had goosebumps.
However, the smile on her face was very calm. Naturally, even a shrewd person like Tong Xiyao didn't notice her attitude towards Qing Muchen.
"It's good that you don't think too much about it. The nature of Mu Chen's work is similar to that of your father. In many cases, Xi'er, you should be able to understand." Tong Xiyao sighed and bandaged the wound on her hand.
Mo Xier was startled, as if he was a little surprised by her words.
She has always known the nature of Qing Muchen's work.
But in fact, she never realized that he and her father were actually the same person.
They are all people wandering in the world of black and white.
It has been three days and two nights since Qing Muchen left the scene.
For such a long time, Mo Xier actually never thought about him once.
However, when Tong Xiyao suddenly said this, she was inexplicably curious about what he was doing.
Where did he go
Is what you are doing dangerous
Mo Xier's mood was suddenly disturbed.
She was a little absent-minded in the flower arrangement at the back, and was pricked by rose thorns several times.
Tong Yan didn't notice her expression and was still watching.
"So, do you want to go on a trip?" After making a cup of tea for the three of them, she was still thinking about Gang Tong Xiyao's words.
Tong Xiyao raised his head and secretly observed Mo Xier's reaction.
"Yanyan, it's okay. Isn't it nice to be at home? It's not necessarily more comfortable outside than at home." Mo Xier replied to her without raising his head and continued to do his own thing.
Tong Yan watched her hand being pricked once every few minutes, and then again every few minutes. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she snatched the bouquet from her hand, took a pair of flower scissors, and cut it with a click. All the rose thorns were cut off.
The bouquet was thrust back into her hands, and she suggested, "Call my brother later. He will probably be very happy after receiving it."
She stood up and walked away without waiting for Mo Xier's answer.
Mo Xier stiffly held the words in her hands and slowly filtered her words in her head.
Will he be happy when he receives her call
The answer, in Mo Xi'er's opinion, is no.
Qing Muchen only married her because of his original promise, and he doesn't like her. Will he be happy
Mo Xi'er didn't take Tong Yan's words seriously and went upstairs to rest for a while after learning flower arrangement.
Sitting on the open-air balcony of the room, staring at the rows of potted plants with morning dew, her mind inexplicably remembered Tong Xiyao's words.
Mo Xi'er was actually not a curious person, but she was particularly curious about what Qing Muchen was doing now.
Staring at her phone, she struggled for a long time and tried to make a call to him.
Her heart was beating very fast. She actually had the idea that if he didn't answer the phone after three rings, she would hang up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the call was connected, it rang twice and was connected!