Mo Xier seemed to be sleeping very deeply, her petite body curled up into a ball on her chest, her thin white arms casually draped over the snow-white sheets, her long hair scattered randomly like seaweed, her fair face gently Buried in the ground, when she was asleep, in Qing Muchen's eyes, she looked like a peaceful angel.
Angel, this was the impression she gave him.
The first time he felt this way was when she cuddled up to him softly.
Now, she didn't do anything, she just fell asleep quietly, and Qing Muchen still felt that way.
Mo Xier's facial features were originally very delicate, and she always had an elf-like and ethereal temperament about her, like the most beautiful oriental doll, exquisite, beautiful and elegant.
As holy and beautiful as an angel, at this moment Qing Muchen was not like before, the only word that popped into his head was destruction.
At this moment, just looking at her quietly, he actually had the urge to treasure her.
Keep her beauty well and let all her shining points bloom only for him!
Qing Muchen stood beside her bed for a long time, just looking at her, and he didn't even feel bored.
Mo Xier slept deeply this time, and when she woke up, it was almost night.
Qing Muchen was still in the room, sitting on the balcony facing her, casually holding a document and reading it.
Mo Xi'er turned her head and stared at him, a little surprised that he didn't go out.
Toot toot!
In the room, the phone suddenly rang at this time.
Mo Xier's cell phone ringtone, a call from Mo's mother.
When Mo Xier saw the number on the caller ID, she felt much happier.
"Mom, what's the matter?" When she picked up the phone, her voice was a little hoarse.
"You just woke up?" Mother Mo asked with a smile.
"I slept last night." Mo Xi'er felt slightly embarrassed.
She didn't speak clearly, but as someone who has experienced it, Mother Mo instantly understood all the incomplete meanings in her words.
"Mu Chen is also at home?" After asking again, the smile in Mother Mo's eyes deepened.
"Yeah." Mo Xi'er didn't know that she was trying to find the bottom, so he answered honestly.
"Really?" Mother Mo coughed lightly, pursed her lips, and returned to the topic, "Xier, your birthday is coming soon, right? Mom called you to tell you that your dad has something to do in the next few days. If you go to live abroad for a while, you may not be able to come on your birthday.”
Mo Xier's birthday is before Christmas every year, in December.
In the past, Father Mo and Mother Mo had been with her every time.
I can't go this time. Mother Mo is not used to it.
However, the thought that Qing Muchen was there made her feel relieved.
Maybe she really went with Father Mo that day, and it was superfluous!
Mo Xier was not the kind of person who cared about such things, so he didn't remember it at all.
After being reminded like this, she suddenly reacted.
"Mom, it's okay." He comforted Mo's mother, and the two chatted again before hanging up the phone.
The specific date of Mo Xier's nineteenth birthday is December 23rd, the eve of Christmas Eve, which is right next to Christmas.
City C is a beautiful seaside city, and it rarely snows. However, around Christmas this year, it unexpectedly snowed.
The long snow started and didn't stop for several days.
The day before Christmas Eve, Mother Mo really didn’t come.
Mo Xi'er didn't take the birthday matter seriously and accompanied Tong Yan on a trip to Jueye during the day.
When I came back, it was seven o'clock in the evening.