Qingmu Chen's back was stiff, and she seemed obviously shocked by her words. Mo Xier looked in his direction. She explained the situation that day. "The car didn't go far that day. In fact, it came back. However, later, there was a traffic accident and tossed for some time." Qingmu Chen listened to her words quietly. The dark ink pupil suddenly bloomed like thousands of streamers in the dark night, reflecting the whole pair of ink pupil suddenly lit up a lot. Thin lips gently picked up, and the corners of his lips looked good-looking. Mo Xi'er raised her eyes and looked at him quietly. Looking at his shining eyes, she sighed softly. Without much explanation, she turned her back and continued out of the room. Qingmu Chen's eyes fell in the direction she left, watched her go out of the room, looked at the door slowly being closed, and his mood seemed to remove layers of clouds. For the first time in the past two days, it was so clear. His pleasure, obviously written on his face, his thin lips slightly pursed, and even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, can see that he is in a good mood. When I took a bath in the room, I even whistled several times. Mo Xi'er curled up on the sofa chair in his bedroom and listened to his movements and mood in the bathroom, which was never easier. The present mood, out of her own expectation. After getting married for such a long time, she never imagined what would happen when she was honest with Qing Muchen. Now it seems that the accident made her feel good. When Qing Muchen came out, she was drawing again with a drawing board. I don't know what to draw. The nib is Shua Shua, especially focused. Qingmu Chen walked slowly over and looked at the drawing board in her hand. Glancing at the contents of the painting, he was slightly stunned. What Mo Xi'er drew was a cartoon of two people, a baby girl and a three - or four-year-old boy. The little boy in the picture sits on the cushion with the little girl. The innocent girl is giggling, and the boy stares at the girl's spoiled smile. A painting with great appeal, pure, beautiful and innocent. Naive, Qing Mu Chen couldn't even believe it was made by Mo Xi'er. In his opinion, even if a woman like Mo Xier is painting, her painting style should be cold and arrogant. What she is good at most should be the image of a high princess, or the image of ethereal dust. The picture of childhood sweetheart and horse is so cute that it's hard for qingmuchen to imagine that it came from Mo Xier“ Does it look good? " The corner of her eye glanced sideways at him. She raised the drawing board in front of him“ Okay. " In fact, Qingmu Chen was in a mess, but he was stingy and praised“ Is it? Then don't look. " Mo Xi'er took back the painting and wanted to continue to repair it, but Qing Mu Chen raised his hand and took it away“ Give it to me. " Faintly threw her a word, regardless of whether she was happy or not. Taking her painting, he walked slowly towards the study. Qing Mu Chen is not a person who likes cute things, but this painting of Mo Xi'er is an unspeakable shock to him. The position of the chest and heart pit seemed to be baked by something, and his whole atrium was warm. A baby girl and a three - or four-year-old boy are the first time he and she met? Qing Mu Chen didn't know the meaning of Mo Xi'er's painting, but he automatically understood this as his guess. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.