While eating, Mo Xier casually glanced at the Charlotte bouquet next to her.
"Why do you suddenly want to send flowers?"
Qing Muchen put down the tableware in his hand, raised his face and replied to her, "I like it, do you have any opinions?"
His tone was still domineering: I can do whatever I want and no one cares.
Mo Xi'er had long been accustomed to his way of speaking and didn't care about it.
"Why Charlotte?" She asked again after changing the subject.
She asked casually, just asking whatever came to mind.
However, Qing Muchen's answer surprised her.
"Don't you think Charlotte is the most special pair among the flowers?" Qing Muchen raised his face, rested his cheeks with his hands, and answered casually.
He was referring to the fact that there are two types of Charlotte: Mr. Charlotte and Mrs. Charlotte.
A flower whose name represents the couple.
Mo Xier's hand that was about to take the milk froze, her drooping face slowly raised, and a flash of astonishment flashed in her eyes.
She thought about many reasons why Qing Muchen always sent such flowers, but she never thought it was because of this.
Charlotte, Lady Charlotte…
The name of one is a derivative of the other.
Qing Muchen was also looking at her, his dark pupils were as bright as last night, as if reflecting the entire starry sky.
Mo Xi'er felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her. She lowered her face and drank the milk in the cup. She stood up.
"Aren't you going to the company later? What do you need to bring? I'll help you prepare it?"
"All the papers on the desk."
"good."
Mo Xier turned her back to him and went upstairs.
Her steps were fast, and her cotton slippers made a squeaking sound on the wooden floor. She seemed to be walking in a hurry, as if if she stayed here for a little longer, people would peek into her secret.
Qing Muchen listened quietly to the footsteps slowly disappearing in his ears, and gently touched his chin with his fingertips again and again. Thinking of her explanation before leaving the bathroom last night, the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch. It rose up.
He took the mobile phone next to him and called his assistant, "Book a hotel for me tonight."
"Single bed, double bed? One person or two people?" The assistant didn't respond for a moment.
"Two!" Qing Muchen gritted his teeth and replied to him.
"With the young lady?" The assistant had probably just woken up at this time. He was dazed and very courageous.
"Yeah." It was rare that Qing Muchen was in the mood to answer him.
The assistant was silent for a few seconds, as if he was a little surprised.
A few seconds later, the decibel level on the other end of the phone suddenly increased, "Reserve a room?"
"Have any opinions?" Qing Muchen replied coldly.
The assistant smiled "hehehe" and hurriedly added a smile, "No! You two are living together normally! I'll go make arrangements for you right away!"
Just as he was about to hang it up, he seemed to think of something and suddenly added, "By the way, do you need to prepare anything?"
"What do you think?" Qing Muchen replied to him gloomily.
"I know, I know, let's do it now!" The assistant smiled awkwardly and quickly hung up the phone.
Qing Muchen threw his phone aside casually and continued to eat his meal.
Mo Xi'er came down a few minutes later, at just the right time, right after he finished his meal, without even letting him wait for a minute.