Qing Muchen looked at her with eyes full of contempt. He had probably never seen such a stupid person in the past twenty years.
However, when he saw Mo Xier's eyes asking for help, he went down quickly.
His slender legs came to her side in one step, his cold eyes glanced at her, and he said coldly, "This is the consequences of waiting for your husband!"
He used the word husband very smoothly.
Mo Xier's throat seemed to be choked by something, and he was so blocked that he didn't know how to reply.
Qing Muchen squatted down outside her window, tinkering with the left side and tinkering with the right side. In less than three minutes, he stood up and opened the car door, pushed Mo Xi'er to the side, and when he started the car, the car was already operating normally.
He seemed to be so versatile that there was nothing he couldn't do, even something as basic as repairing a car.
Although Mo Xier had no feelings for him, she admired him for this.
Giving him an appreciative look, she sat in the driver's seat obediently.
Qing Muchen operated the steering wheel, slowly drove the car out of the villa, and drove her to Qing's home.
There wasn't much snow on the ground, but the road was slippery.
He was driving very slowly, probably never in his life.
Mo Xier sat quietly beside him, neither impatient nor fussy, leaving everything to him.
There was music playing in the car, a classic old English song, "When-You-Love-Me".
A soothing and slightly hoarse bass slowly flows out from the CD, like the sound of a cassette spinning, extremely hoarse and magnetic.
Mo Xier's eyes fell on the snowy scene outside the window, and familiar bass sounds echoed in her ears. She was accidentally brought in, and following the melody, she hummed softly.
"When-You-Love-Me..."
"When-You-Love-Me?"
She hums very softly and grew up in Sicily. When she speaks English, every pronunciation is extremely authentic.
The voice is also particularly pleasant.
On the other side of the seat, Qing Muchen seemed to be staring at her.
The car drove through a shopping mall, and when the lights of the shopping mall were refracted into the window, Mo Xier noticed his reaction behind her through the window. She was startled at first, so her voice suddenly stopped.
Qing Muchen was staring at her, his eyes as bright as the night sky.
Mo Xi'er looked at him quietly in the window, stunned, as if something was gently stirring her chest.
Qing Muchen's eyes met hers through the car glass. The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Mo Xi'er was the first to look away.
She seemed a little uncomfortable, and the car ride behind suddenly became quiet.
Looking out the window, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding Qing Muchen, never turning her eyes towards him.
The car continued to drive on the road, and the drive that could have taken half a mile seemed to be extremely long to Mo Xi'er today.
It was still very early when we arrived at Qing's house, only half past seven.
The Qing family prepared a rich Christmas dinner tonight. The family was sitting at the dining table, seemingly preparing to eat.
"Hey, we're back!" Qing Yafeng said first when he saw the young couple coming back.
"Everyone thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow!"
"If I don't come back, how will you get together for this meal?" Qing Muchen glanced at his face and made fun of him.
Qing Yafeng was used to his tone of voice, so he rolled his eyes at him and generously didn't care about him.