At present, the only people living in this villa are qingmuchen and moxier, and even the servants didn't match them.

There was nothing in the fridge. Mo Xi'er knew this very well, so he went down the mountain to buy things last night.

Where did you come from?

Eyes turn to Qing Mu Chen, she tentatively asks, "what did you do?"

Qing Mu Chen back to her face side, eyes up and down in her body scan for several seconds, he raised eyebrows, "think really much."

"I think so, too." Mo Xi'er didn't mean anything to his reply. He even followed his words and said, "I knew, how can you make such a high-level snack?"

In fact, what she wants to say is how he can enter the kitchen if he only knows how to eat and criticizes others.

However, thinking of him last night, she spoke a little gently.

Qing Mu Chen originally before entering the house still calculate pretty face slightly stiff stiff, looking at her eyes refracted a touch of cold light.

When Mo Xi'er didn't see his eyes, he went to the open balcony with a tray and sat down. Then he ate the snacks.

Just tasted a mouthful, like choked by something, the expression on the face closed.

Qingmuchen brought up breakfast, all done very beautiful, but the taste is not good.

The sweetness is not enough, the butter is not enough, the taste is light, not like the standard of Mohist servants.

Mo Xi'er is familiar with her servants. She only needs to taste what they make.

The dim sum that qingmuchen brings is not the taste made by any servant of Mohist family, nor is it made by Mo mother.

Mo Xi son small mouth small mouth is biting dim sum, the side head difference ground stares at the Qing Mu Chen behind to see one eye.

Qingmuchen is staring at the furnishings of the room with nothing to do.

The vision inch by inch swept in the room, the vision touched anything, as long as it was something he didn't like, several went over, took things up, qingmuchen several times, and threw them into the garbage can.

In Mo Xi'er's room, he took a group photo of Mo ye when he was a child, a family photo of Mo ye and his family, and wrote that the dolls and cards that Mo ye sent were all thrown clean by him as long as they were related to Mo Ye.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xi'er is a little annoyed with his behavior. He stands up and takes a few steps to pick things up in the garbage can. He just reaches out his hand, but is dragged back by Qing Mu Chen.

"Nothing, just a simple dislike." He didn't explain his behavior too much. He glanced at the empty room after he sorted it out. He suddenly said, "take advantage of these days in Sicily, and take some wedding photos when you are free."

It doesn't matter whether she agrees or not. Her slender leg turns around in the room and goes to the balcony. Her eyes are fixed on the pots of large pansies hanging on the guardrail. Thinking about what Mo Xi'er said last night, in Mo Xi'er's stunned eyes, Qing Mu Chen suddenly makes a very unexpected move for her.

Fingertips will be in full bloom flowers one after another pinch off, looking at all kinds of petals scattered on the ground, qingmuchen is not satisfied, big hand grasp the flower stem, he directly pulled up 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 walked past her and entered the room.

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