Mo Xi'er just thought he just said it casually and didn't pay attention, "Well, it's been a long time since I made it."
"Has it been done for a long time?" Qing Muchen slowly repeated her words, his tone a bit drawn out.
"Yes..." Mo Xi'er was about to agree, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly froze again.
Qing Muchen stared at her with dark eyes, as if stars were twinkling in his eyes.
He looked at her, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
He was smiling at her.
An extremely rare smile, the smile is very shallow, but as pure as the first melting snow.
Pursing his thin lips lightly, he said again leisurely, "Have you been waiting for me for so long?"
Mo Xier was stunned by his question and didn't know how to answer.
Qing Muchen actually had a lot of things piling up. In the morning, he received several calls reporting accidents during the mission.
He had been feeling depressed since he got up.
However, just a few minutes after returning, the sky suddenly became brighter as if the sun had penetrated through the clouds.
He was pleasured by her.
Just a small gesture.
She was waiting at home for his return.
It's just that simple.
What is marriage
Before marriage, Qing Muchen had no definition.
At that time, he had never imagined anything about his marriage to Mo Xi'er.
However, after these few months, Qing Muchen suddenly discovered that life with her was not bad.
Now, he even feels that if he and her can go on forever, this marriage may be more wonderful than he imagined.
Mo Xier accidentally said the wrong thing, fearing that she would cause him to misunderstand more, so she picked up her tableware again, and spent the rest of the time quietly eating her meal.
From beginning to end, not another word was said.
"I will go to the office to deal with some things in the afternoon. If you are bored, I will ask Yan Yan to come and accompany you, or go to the office with me to sit for a while?" Qing Muchen told her about his afternoon while eating. itinerary.
"It doesn't matter, I'm used to fending for myself." Mo Xi'er, who had always been silent, raised his face and replied to him.
Her tone was completely indifferent, as if by marrying him, she was used to living alone.
Qing Muchen slowly stopped eating, put the tableware in his hands aside, raised his handsome face slightly, glanced at her, and said coolly, "Mrs. Qing, are you complaining that your husband has too little time to care about you?" ?”
His words were very cold, but in Mo Xi'er's ears, they sounded a bit strange.
Mo Xi'er's red lips parted slightly and she stared at him with dumbfounded eyes, her throat felt like she was looking at an egg.
Are her words so easily misunderstood
She coughed lightly, came back to her senses, and said calmly, "Master Qing, what are you talking about? I know you are usually busy and have a lot of things to do in each branch. I won't bother you to worry about it here. You can just do whatever you need to do." Go ahead and do what you’re busy with!”
She denied it simply, saying "you", and she didn't know whether she was being sarcastic or trying to distance the two of them.
Qing Muchen's face, which he didn't like to look at, was slightly distorted.
"Wife, what are you talking about? As a husband, shouldn't you care about your wife?" There was a gloomy look on the corner of his lips, and he suddenly smiled.
The slight smile made Mo Xier's scalp feel a little numb.