"Don't be moved! It's what your husband should do!" Qing Muchen glanced in her direction, opened his thin lips slightly, and spoke without changing his expression before she could speak.
husband
Mo Xier was startled.
After slowly chewing on his wording, I unexpectedly found that I didn't seem to be that repellent.
In the past, Mo Xier had never thought about getting married, let alone what it would be like to have a man living with her like the other half of her life 24 hours a day.
Although Qing Muchen's appearance was unexpected to her, he was not her type either.
However, after such a long time of marriage, I don't know when she started to feel that she was no longer so repulsive to him.
Just like she doesn't reject his touch!
"You're thinking too much." She glanced at him and replied lightly. She turned her head. Instead of taking off her clothes, she pulled the collars on both sides to tighten her clothes.
Qing Muchen's clothes were very loose. When worn on Mo Xi'er, the length reached to her calves, almost covering her whole body.
Mo Xier has a small frame, so his clothes were put on her body, so loose that it seemed like she was wearing a small quilt, which effectively kept her warm.
Without being polite to him, he gave her the clothes and she accepted it naturally.
It was rare for him to be so kind, and she couldn't waste it.
As for him, in Mo Xi'er's opinion, for a person like Qing Muchen who was not afraid of the cold, it would be okay to wear something thin.
"When will you go back?" She asked casually, adjusting the collar of her clothes.
Qing Muchen's gaze lingered outside the window, pretending to be deaf and dumb as if he didn't hear what she said.
Mo Xi'er didn't pursue the question any further, opened the door and went downstairs to the garden.
Christmas isn't over yet, and the two of them probably won't go back.
Now that she has warm clothes, it doesn't matter if she stays here.
It has snowed for several nights and has turned all the garden paths white. The thick snow has piled up on the cobblestone path, burying the dead branches and yellow leaves scattered on the path. When you step on it, your feet will crunch. The crisp, clear sound echoed in the quiet garden and could be heard from far away.
Mo Xier was bored and built a snowman in the garden with a branch.
Qing Muchen was now on the balcony of the bedroom, holding the guardrail with his hands and looking at her quietly below, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
Toot toot!
The cell phone ringtone rang at an inappropriate time.
The call from the assistant should be about something going on in the company.
The crisp sound broke the silence of the snowy sea, and echoed in the huge garden with a bit more emptiness.
When the sound that was completely different from the atmosphere of the scene suddenly sounded, Mo Xier in the garden seemed to hear it too.
She stopped moving her hands, turned her head, and gave him a surprised look.
Qing Muchen turned down the volume button, turned his back and answered the call.
"Say!" It was a concise word, and it seemed that any more words would be redundant.
"Master, it seems that the other party intends to cancel the cooperation that the company negotiated last time. Now that he is in our company, do you want to come over and handle it personally?"
"How big is the order?"
"Not much!" The assistant paused and carefully added, "One billion is not too small."
His voice was kept very low, and he covered his ears with his hands, fearing that Qing Muchen might become irritable accidentally.
However, unexpectedly, the other party was unusually calm today, and his tone seemed not to care at all.
"For this kind of thing, report to me when you add one more digit to the order someday!"