at present, there are only Qing Muchen and Mo Xier living in this villa, and even the servants are not matched. There's nothing in the fridge. Mo Xi'er knows this very well, so he went down the mountain to buy things so late last night. Where did you come from earlier? Her eyes turned to Qingmu Chen. She asked tentatively, "what did you do?" Qing Mu Chen turned his back to her face and glanced up and down at her for several seconds. He raised the tip of his eyebrows, "I think so much."“ I think so. " Mo Xi'er didn't mean to his answer, and even followed his words, "I knew how a person like you could make such a high-level dessert?" In fact, what she wants to say is how he can enter the kitchen if he only knows how to eat and criticize others. However, thinking of him last night, she spoke a little gently. Qingmu Chen's pretty face was slightly stiff before entering the house. Looking at her eyes, she reflected a cold light. When Mo Xi'er didn't see his eyes, he walked to the open-air balcony with a tray and sat down. He ate with snacks. Just tasted it, it seemed to be choked by something, and the expression on his face stopped. Qingmu Chen brought up the breakfast and made it very beautiful, but it didn't taste good. The sweetness is not enough, the butter is not enough, and the taste is light. It doesn't seem to be the level of Mexican servants. Mo Xier is very familiar with her servants. She basically only needs to taste what the servants make. The snacks brought by Qing Muchen are not made by any servant of the Mohist family, nor by mother mo. Mo Xi'er bit the dessert and stared at Qing Mu Chen behind him. Qingmu Chen stared at the furnishings of the room idly. His sight swept through the room inch by inch. He touched anything he didn't like. As long as it was something he didn't like, several went over, picked up things, and Qingmu Chen threw them all into the dustbin. The group photo with Mo ye in Mo Xi'er's room when he was a child, the family photo of Mo ye and his family, and the dolls and cards sent by Mo ye were all thrown away by him as long as they were related to Mo Ye“ What are you doing? " Mo Xi'er was annoyed with his behavior. He stood up and walked over a few steps to pick up things in the trash can. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was dragged back by Qing Mu Chen“ Nothing, just don't like it. " He didn't explain his behavior too much. He glanced at the empty room after he sorted it out. He said, "take advantage of these days in Sicily to take some wedding photos." Whether she agreed or not, her slender legs turned around in the room, walked to the balcony, fixed their eyes on several pots of large pansies hanging on the guardrail, and thought about what moxi'er said last night. In moxi'er's stunned eyes, Qingmu Chen suddenly made a very unexpected action for her. Fingertips pinch off the flowers in full bloom one by one. Looking at the petals scattered on the ground, Qing Muchen was not satisfied. He grabbed the flower stems with his big hand. He directly pulled out all the pansies and threw them into the downstairs garden“ Natural fertilizer, don't thank me! " Not ashamed of his behavior, he patted the dust on his hands, leaving a mess on the ground. He passed her into the house frankly. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.