his tone seemed to blame the assistant for disturbing him. The assistant mentioned that at least there are hundreds of millions of things. However, from Qingmu Chen's mouth, it seemed that it was smaller than Zhima grain. It seems that, for him, one is more important than billions of single people who haven't enjoyed the garden playing with snow. Mo Xi'er heard him answer the phone, raised his head and stared at him without trace, secretly paying attention to his reaction. Although she didn't hear the call, she knew that the call he received during his break should not be a small matter. Mo Xier thought he would leave after answering the phone. To her surprise, he refused the phone in a few words. In this way, he made Mo Xi'er stunned, and looked at his eyes with some surprise. The assistant didn't seem to react much. A billion is not a small amount. He just ignored it? Qing Muchen didn't explain what he said. He pressed the call button with his fingertips and hung up the phone directly. The tall figure stood on the balcony, and his eyes fell on Mo Xi'er's face again. He stared at her with unbridled eyes, without any concealment. Mo Xi'er raised her face and looked at him quietly. She was stunned, and her face seemed slightly uncomfortable. She was just bored and playing at will. When he looked at her so straight, she didn't know how she was, and suddenly she was embarrassed. The two people's eyes looked at each other quietly for a few seconds. Qingmu Chen's back was very straight. His arms were in front of his chest. When staring at her, it seemed that there was a trace of interest in his eyes. Mo Xi'er was uneasy and wanted to move his face away. However, his head was already closed. He couldn't figure it out, and suddenly turned back. Her eyes fixed on him quietly, and her face lifted slightly. Standing quietly in the snow, wearing his coat, seaweed like black hair reflecting the falling snowflakes behind him, bright eyes, bright teeth and stubbornly raised chin, moxi'er at this time looks like a proud princess. He looked at her and she stared at him. His eyes were blatant and unbridled, and her eyes showed no weakness. Qingmu Chen suddenly felt that she was a little funny like this. A little stubborn who won't admit defeat even at this time! With a slight pull from the corner of his lips, his eyes seemed more interested. The two men looked at each other like this. The first to break the silence was Qing Muchen, "come up!" His words were always commanding. Mo Xi'er was unhappy with the way he spoke. However, before he could reply, Qing Mu Chen said, "it's cold below!" Mo Xi'er stared at him in a daze, as if he heard such words from his mouth“ Shall I come down and help you? " Qingmu Chen's arms instead supported on the railing, his body leaned forward slightly, changed a comfortable posture, and another sentence came out. When he speaks, his tone will not be very heavy, like a breeze, but it is very frightening at any time. This is his courage. His light words will also make people feel oppressed by a net. Mo Xi'er hesitated and walked up to the house with his legs. When entering the house, Qingmu Chen had come down. As soon as Mo Xier stepped into the living room, he collided with him. Qing Mu Chen took a faint look at her, helped her tighten her coat, and then made an unexpected move for Mo Xi'er. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.