Mo Xier's body was obviously stiff. Her back was straight, her feet stopped, she stood there so stiff, stunned for a while, and looked at him holding his hand. Qingmu Chen's hand held her tightly, and her palm wrapped her hand tightly. There was no gap between their fingertips. Mo Xier's hand was held by him countless times, but this was the first time she noticed the way he held her hand. His hand held her hand tightly, not at will when ordinary men held a woman's hand. His five fingers were all wrapped around her. Close, like, the relationship between the two seems so close. The skin on the back of Mo Xi'er's hand wrapped by him seemed to be baked by heat, and it was also warm. Qingmu Chen didn't make any explanation for his behavior. He took her hand and led her straight to his office building. After arriving at the office, he asked his assistant to move all the documents that should have been processed in the company. Once he went in, he didn't come out all day. Mo Xi'er had nothing to do. He first visited the room at will, and then lay idle on his sofa reading a magazine. She looked at Qing Muchen's work with concentration. She didn't look in her direction and didn't care much about him. Her movements were very casual, as if she were at home. Her two slender legs swayed leisurely in the air, even ignoring her sliding skirt. She was wearing a winter skirt. The skirt was very long. When qingmuchen asked someone to prepare it for her, it was probably because the preparer was careless and forgot to prepare her socks with a base. It's still snowing these days, so she wears it. As soon as the action was random, the skirt slipped to the big / leg, and didn't seem to notice it. A large part of her white skin was exposed to the air, dazzling as if there was a light beam around her. Qing Muchen, who was still reading the documents, was far away from her, and her eyes couldn't help floating here. Mo Xier's legs are symmetrical and slender, but they are not like the models on the T-stage. They are all bones. Her legs are a little fleshy, not too plump, but not bony. Qingmu Chen still remembers every inch of her touch, as if her fingertips had just swam away from her. Qingmu Chen quietly looked at her like this and was inadvertently distracted. Mo Xi'er's legs were still shaking gently. She probably felt a little cold. When she looked through the magazine, she freed up one hand and pulled her skirt a few times. Her movements were very casual, and she didn't look back. Her eyes continued to fall on her magazine and read it. The magazine she read was placed at will here by Qing Muchen. Mo Xier didn't pay attention when she read it. The books had been turned to half. Her eyes were fixed on the baby photo in the magazine. She was suddenly stunned. Her fingertips turned page by page in the magazine. Looking at the same content on each page, all her expressions suddenly froze. The book she reads is a baby magazine, which has common sense about babies in all periods. She was surprised to find such a book here. She stared blankly at the magazine for a long time. Her eyes stiffened and looked in his direction. Her eyes collided with him. Looking at his eyes surging like the sea, she seemed to be hit by an electric current. She was stunned there, and all the expressions on her face were stopped. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.