Qing Muchen has always been the kind of person who doesn't seem to talk much at ordinary times, but if he fights back, he will choke you every minute and you don't know how to deal with it.
Mo Xi'er was speechless by him and didn't answer his words for a long time.
There seems to be nothing wrong with what he said.
Mo Xier suddenly felt that it was a bit boring for the two of them to argue about this issue. She was speechless for a while and decided not to discuss such a meaningless issue with him.
"Let's go to the office together later!" Qing Muchen put down the tableware, stood up and left the restaurant ahead of her.
This time, instead of just asking, he directly made the decision on her behalf.
Mo Xier froze on the spot, with a confused expression on his face.
Did she say she wanted to go
Why should he make decisions on her behalf
Mo Xier had strong objections to Qing Muchen's words, but after finishing lunch, she still dragged herself upstairs to change her clothes before going out.
When she came down again, Qing Muchen was waiting for her downstairs.
"Let's go!" Mo Xier straightened his coat and walked briskly towards him.
When I came to him, I wanted to go out in front. As soon as I took a step forward, I was suddenly pulled back by Qing Muchen.
Qing Muchen's eyes glanced at her fair and slender neck. Looking at her bare neck without any warmth, he took off the scarf around his neck and then made a move that surprised Mo Xi'er.
The long scarf was wrapped around her neck and tied several times along her delicate neck. Qing Muchen lowered his eyebrows and helped her straighten it out casually, meticulously even not forgetting to help her tuck her hair under the scarf. Get your long hair cut.
Mo Xier's whole body stiffened and she allowed him to move, the expression on her face was dull from beginning to end.
His movements were very serious, without any of the casualness he usually used when talking to her. When he was helping her tidy up, his fingertips would rub against the skin of Mo Xier's neck from time to time.
The temperature on his fingertips was warm, completely inconsistent with his aura.
When he brushed against Mo Xi'er's neck, the area of Mo Xi'er's skin that he brushed was warm.
The two stood very close to each other, and he had a very good smell, as fresh as the morning air.
In the past few months of marriage, she had become familiar with everything about him.
Mo Xi'er liked the smell of him very much, and without even realizing it, she leaned into his arms.
She buried her face in his chest and sniffed deeply.
Her movements were very slight, like a small animal looking for food.
Qing Muchen's eyes fell silently on her face in his arms, watching her movements silently. His eyes swept over the two bodies that were already attached to each other, and he froze slightly.
Mo Xier's head rubbed against his chest again and again. Maybe she didn't notice it, or maybe she thought he didn't notice it. She sniffed deeply against his chest for a while before pulling her head away again.
"Let's go!" As if nothing had happened, she walked ahead towards the door.
Qing Muchen's eyes were still fixed on the place on his chest where she had just touched him, watching quietly, his eyes were very deep.
Her warmth still lingers there, warm, with a hint of the scent of her hair, a rare fragrance of gardenia flowers.
Qing Muchen was lost for a while, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, and followed her out of the villa in a few steps. When she was about to walk towards the office building, his big hand suddenly stretched out in her direction and gently held her hand. Wrapped.