Qing Muchen's back stiffened, and he seemed obviously shocked by her words.
Mo Xier looked in his direction and explained what happened that day, "The car didn't go very far that day, but it actually came back. However, there was a traffic accident and it took some time."
Qing Muchen listened to her words quietly, his dark eyes seemed to suddenly bloom with thousands of streams of light in the dark night, and the whole pair of black eyes suddenly became a lot brighter.
His thin lips were raised slightly, and the corners of his lips were raised nicely.
Mo Xi'er raised her eyes and glanced at him calmly. Looking at his shining eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Without much explanation, she turned her back and continued walking out of the room.
Qing Muchen's eyes fell in the direction she left, watching her walk out of the room, watching the door slowly being closed, his mood seemed to have cleared away the layers of clouds, and he felt so clear for the first time in the past two days.
His pleasure was clearly written on his face, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and even the corners of his eyes and brows showed that he was in a good mood.
I even whistled several times while taking a shower in the room.
Mo Xier curled up on the sofa chair in the bedroom, listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, and her mood felt as relaxed as ever.
Her current mood was based on her own expectations.
After being married for such a long time, she had never imagined what it would be like if she and Qing Muchen were honest with each other.
Looking back now, it surprisingly made her feel good.
When Qing Muchen came out, she was holding a drawing board and drawing again.
I don’t know what to draw, so my pen tip is swishing, and I am extremely focused.
Qing Muchen walked over slowly and looked over his shoulder to take a look at the drawing board in her hand.
He was slightly startled when he caught a glimpse of the content on the painting.
Mo Xier drew a cartoon about childhood sweethearts, a little girl who looked like a baby and a little boy who was three or four years old.
In the painting, the little boy is sitting on the cushion with the little girl. The innocent girl is giggling, and the boy is staring at the girl with a doting smile.
A very touching painting, pure, beautiful and innocent.
Qing Muchen was so naive that he couldn't even believe that it was done by Mo Xi'er.
In his opinion, a woman like Mo Xier, even if she is painting, should have a cold and arrogant style.
What she is best at is probably the image of a noble princess, or the image of an ethereal person.
It's hard for Qing Muchen to imagine that such a cute scene of childhood sweethearts was created by Mo Xi'er.
"Does it look good?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and raised the drawing board in her hand in front of him.
"It's okay." Qing Muchen was actually very warm in his heart, but he was very stingy in his praise.
"Really? Then don't look at it." Mo Xi'er took the painting back and wanted to continue repairing it, but Qing Muchen snatched it away.
"Give it to me." He said to her lightly, not caring whether she was happy or not. He took her painting and walked slowly towards the study.
Qing Muchen is not a person who likes cute things, but this painting by Mo Xier shocked him beyond words.
The area in his chest and heart seemed to be roasted by something, and his entire heart was warm.
The little girl who looked like a baby and the little boy who looked like three or four years old, weren't they the first time he and she met
Qing Muchen didn't know the meaning of Mo Xier's painting, but he automatically understood the words as what he guessed.