This is a painting that belongs to him and her.
It records the memories of the first time the two met.
A man came to the study room and sat in front of the office chair. Qing Muchen couldn't help but pick up Mo Xier's painting and look at it again.
Looking at the couple in the painting quietly, the corners of his lips raised beautifully.
He sat in the study for a long time, and when he came out, Mo Xi'er was already asleep.
The lights in the room were very dim and were not turned off completely. There was a small night lamp left, which seemed to be left just for him.
Qing Muchen closed the door behind him and stared at her naked body quietly for a while. Then he turned off the only light in the room. In the darkness, he groped his way to the bed. For the rare time today, he went to bed. Then he didn't harass her.
Mo Xier slept deeply this time, and when she woke up, it was eight o'clock the next morning.
After washing, she went downstairs to prepare for breakfast. As soon as she walked down the stairs, a maid suddenly came towards her holding a large bouquet of charlotte.
"Young madam, this is yours!" She smiled and handed the flower in her hand to her, and the maid turned and left.
Mo Xier lowered her eyes and stared at the flowers in her arms. When she saw Charlotte, she guessed the person who sent the flowers without even looking at the name on the card.
Although Mo Xier has been beautiful since childhood, few people send her flowers.
Qing Muchen may not even know that he is the only one.
For the rest, it's not that Mo Xi'er isn't good enough, but that he doesn't have the courage.
Just hearing about Mo Xi'er's identity has already made many people frightened by him, let alone pursue him.
And when Qing Muchen gave her flowers, it was Charlotte almost every time.
The bouquet was fresh, full of buds that were about to bloom, and even smelled of dew.
Mo Xi'er leaned over and kissed her gently, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up slightly.
"Hey, tweed!" A teasing voice suddenly sounded next to him.
Qing Qingchen walked over to this side, took the flowers from Mo Xier's hand, smelled them closely, and said without giving Qing Muchen any face, "I finally got the idea, I know how to give flowers to make my wife happy!" "
Mo Xi'er choked at his words and was startled. From the corner of her eye, she glanced sideways at Qing Muchen, who was also walking towards this side not far away.
Qing Muchen didn't feel too embarrassed, nor did he deny Qing Qingchen's words. He walked over in a few steps, snatched the flower from his hand and stuffed it back into Mo Xi'er's hand. He replied contemptuously, "Are you very free today?"
"Fortunately, there haven't been many things going on recently." Qing Qingchen smiled at him.
"Really?" Qing Muchen snorted coldly, looked sideways at him, and said gloomily, "Then I will also be responsible for the debts I owe these days!"
"I remember, Shi Luo came to see me for something else!" Qing Qingchen scratched his head, turned around and left as if he hadn't heard what he said.
As soon as the sound of his footsteps disappeared, Qing Muchen felt that his ears were much quieter.
His big hand grabbed Mo Xi'er's hand, and he pulled her towards the dining table, "Let's eat when we wake up. If you have nothing to do, come with me to the company later."
"Okay." Mo Xier was very cooperative with him today.
Unlike other big families, the Qing family has to wait for everyone in the family to sit up before eating three meals a day.
The Qing family's three meals are served in batches, so whoever is in a hurry will eat them first.
While the two were dining, the rest of the Qing family seemed to have already gone out.
At the dining table, as usual, there were still only him and her.