His tone seemed to be blaming the assistant for disturbing him.
The assistant mentioned that it was worth hundreds of millions anyway.
However, from Qing Muchen's mouth, it seemed to be smaller than a sesame seed.
It seems that, to him, one billion in orders is not as important as the people enjoying the garden playing in the snow.
Mo Xi'er heard the sound of him answering the phone, raised her head and stared at him without trace, secretly paying attention to his reaction.
Although she didn't hear the content of the call, she knew that the call he received during his break would not be a trivial matter.
Mo Xier thought he would leave after answering the phone, but to her surprise, he rejected the call with just a few words.
Mo Xi'er was startled by the fact that he looked at him in surprise.
The assistant didn't seem to react much.
One billion is not a small amount, so he just ignored it
Qing Muchen didn't give any explanation for his words. He pressed the call button with his fingertips and hung up the phone.
The tall figure stood on the balcony, and his eyes fell on Mo Xi'er's face again.
He stared at her unscrupulously, without any attempt to hide his gaze.
Mo Xi'er raised her face and met his eyes quietly. She was stunned, and her face seemed slightly uncomfortable.
She was just bored and playing around, but when he looked at her so directly, she didn't know what happened to her, but she suddenly felt embarrassed.
The two people stared at each other silently for a few seconds. Qing Muchen's back was straight and his arms were folded in front of his chest. When he stared at her, there seemed to be a trace of interest in his eyes.
Mo Xi'er wanted to move her face away uncomfortably, but she had already turned her head away. She was confused and suddenly turned her head back.
Her eyes met his quietly, and she raised her face slightly.
Standing quietly in the white snow, with his coat wrapped around her body, her seaweed-like black hair reflecting the falling snowflakes behind her, her bright eyes and white teeth, and her stubbornly raised chin, Mo Xi'er at this moment looked very much like A proud princess.
He looked at her, and she looked at him.
His gaze was bold and unbridled, while hers showed no sign of weakness.
Qing Muchen suddenly felt that she was a little funny like this.
A stubborn little guy who refuses to admit defeat even at times like this!
The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to be more interested.
The two people just looked at each other, and it was Qing Muchen who broke the silence first, "Come up!"
His words were always commanding.
Mo Xier was a little dissatisfied with the way he spoke, but before she could reply, Qing Muchen said again, "It's cold down there!"
Mo Xi'er stared at him blankly, as if she was a little surprised to hear such words from his mouth.
"Would you like me to come down and help you?" Qing Muchen put his arms on the railing instead, leaned forward slightly, changed into a comfortable position, and said another word lightly.
When he spoke, his tone was not very strong, like a breeze blowing by, but it was always intimidating.
This is his courage, and his light words will make people feel as if they are being oppressed by a net, and their whole body will be very depressed.
Mo Xi'er hesitated for a moment, then pulled her legs and walked up to the house.
When he entered the house, Qing Muchen had already come down.
As soon as Mo Xier stepped into the living room, she bumped into him.
Qing Muchen glanced at her lightly, helped her tighten her coat, and then made a move that surprised Mo Xi'er.