Mo Xi'er was stunned. All the expressions on his face were like a painting that had just been written, and all of a sudden he stopped.

Qing Mu Chen looks at her eyes very gloomy, eyes hang her hand that she just played several times, eyes cold let Mo Xi Er arm some hair.

She was just stunned. She didn't feel embarrassed.

"Don't you go on in? My parents are still waiting at home! " With no explanation for her behavior, she walked ahead of him to the main house.

Qing Mu Chen is still in place, the footstep doesn't seem to move a bit.

The line of sight moves along her figure, his eyes looking at her are still very cold, that kind of cold feeling, even if Mo Xi'er has opened the distance with him, still feel the score is obvious.

At the foot of the pace slightly slowed down, the corner of the eye toward his direction, she just quietly staring at him, did not pay attention.

Turning her head, she went on into the room.

When I came to the living room, mother Mo's dinner was ready.

Authentic Italian dinner, tableware placed neatly, no one used, seems to be waiting for her and qingmuchen.

Seeing her coming into the room, father Mo opened his mouth first, "back!"

The most common greeting among family members, the second sentence is closely followed by the concern is qingmuchen, "Muchen! Why are you alone? "

"Dad, am I the only one you don't welcome?" Mo Xi'er nodded and did not explain.

"What are you talking about?" Mother Mo gave her a angry look.

"I'm kidding." Mo Xi'er smiles and hugs her to the restaurant.

"What are you prepared for today? I haven't eaten my mother's food for a long time. I come to the dining table and sit down in my own place. Mo Xi'er leans down and sniffs the food on his plate.

"You've only been away from home for less than a week!" Mo's mother is probably a little speechless to her and reminds her.

"Isn't a week long? Many hours! " Mo Xi'er defends himself seriously and turns to the man standing on the other side of the dining table.

"Not for a few days!" She smiles at him. Her smile is no more gentle than the playfulness when she faces Mo's father and mother.

Qing Mu Chen comes in from the outside and sees this scene as soon as he comes in. The handsome face, which is already cold, seems to be suddenly frosted, and the whole person is cold.

Can you smile so gently at other men?

Mo ye turned his back to him, but didn't look in his direction.

Mo Xi'er looks at Mo ye and doesn't notice him.

In fact, Mo Ye feels very cold. On weekdays, he can hardly find any expression on his face. When he faced Mo Xi, he suddenly softened a lot.

When he and Mo Xi'er look at each other, one looks up and the other looks down. Their eyes are warm and gentle. The picture is harmonious as if the people beside them have become the third party.

Qingmuchen was upset when he heard that Mo Ye was also in the Mohist school. As soon as he came in, he saw this scene, and his anger undoubtedly found a breakthrough.

The two people in front of the table are still looking at each other, and they don't notice the others.

Mo Ye sat down beside Mo Xi'er and naturally poured her a drink. "This is your favorite. Cherry juice. I brought cherry back from Brazil. It's just fried. Try it!"

"Good." Mo Xi'er smiles at him and takes a few mouthfuls of the juice he handed over.

Mo Ye's eyes stayed on her side face for a few seconds without any trace. He just stared at her and didn't drink.

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