Mo Xi'er's hand holding the spoon shook, and the soup in the spoon accidentally fell onto the back of Mo Ye's hand.
Mo Ye frowned and stared at his hands with lowered eyes.
Mo Xi'er came back to her senses and unnaturally picked up the tissue next to her and wiped the back of his hand, "I just didn't notice it."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Ye's voice was calm.
Mo Xi'er put the bowl aside and stared at the thick soup quietly for a few seconds. Then she turned to Qing Muchen and said, "You have hands and feet. Make it yourself when you're hungry!"
"He has no arms or legs?" Qing Muchen snorted coldly.
Mo Xier, "..."
Mo Xier had no idea how to deal with him.
Is he following you on purpose to cause trouble
Qing Muchen crossed his arms across his chest and snorted coldly.
She guessed it right!
What does his level mean? It would be better if we didn’t start a war directly!
"Efficiency!" He reminded again with a cold face.
Mo Xier regarded all his actions as unreasonable.
Ignoring his words, she continued to feed Mo Ye.
Mo Ye's body was covered with gauze in many places, and no one could really handle it on his own.
Mo Xier didn't want to spend his time entangled with Qing Muchen on boring issues, so he didn't say a word again.
Qing Muchen watched her spoonful after spoonful with cold eyes, and his cold eyes slowly turned sinister.
Mo Xier clearly felt the hostility coming from him, but still ignored it.
After feeding Mo Ye's lunch in the room, she called a few servants to take care of her on her behalf.
When I walked out of the hospital, it was almost two o'clock.
Ignoring Qing Muchen who was following behind, she was holding a convenient bag containing a lunch box. She was gently shaking the bag in her hand as she walked.
Unlike City C, Sicily rarely snows.
The weather has been gloomy and rainy these past few days, and I haven't seen a few rays of sunshine.
Mo Xier walked on the avenue outside the hospital. After taking a few steps, he raised his face and glanced at the hazy sky above his head. Inexplicably, he suddenly missed the days in C City.
She had never had any interaction with City C before, and she had never left Sicily a few times.
I went to City C just because of my marriage to Qing Muchen.
The time she spent in City C was actually very short. Compared with the more than ten years she spent in Sicily, it was not worth mentioning.
However, under such a premise, returning to the place where she was born and raised, she actually missed the city that was only a passerby to her.
Someone once said, fall in love with a city for one person.
With these words echoing in his ears, while walking, Mo Xier's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Behind him, Qing Muchen was still walking in her direction.
His steps were very slow, without taking a step, and the hard leather shoes stepped heavily on the stone pavement under his feet.
Above the head, a few yellow leaves were gently drifting in the wind. The convenience bag held in Mo Xi'er's hand swayed slightly, creating a slight trajectory in the air, and finally slowly stopped.
With her back to him, her back was straight.
She turned her eyes slightly to the side and stared at him quietly behind her.
The chill on Qing Muchen's face did not subside. It was obvious that he was angry because of her being in the ward. When he walked towards her, his eyes were so cold that he could shoot her to death.
When he came to her side, the 1.88-meter-tall man stood in front of her. Looking down at her face, which was a head shorter than his own, he sarcastically said, "Miss Mo, do you still remember her husband's surname?"