Mo Xi'er's body was obviously stiff.

Her back was straight, her steps stopped, and she just stood there for a while, looking at his hand.

The hand of Qing Mu Chen pulls her very tightly, the palm wraps her hand tightly, two people's fingertips, a tiny crevice also does not leave.

Mo Xi'er's hand has been led by him countless times, but this is the first time that she noticed him holding her hand.

His hand held her hand very tightly, which was not the casual way when a man held a woman's hand. His five fingers were all entangled with her.

Close, as if, the relationship between the two people also seems to be so close.

The skin on the back of Mo Xi'er's hand, which was wrapped by him, seemed to be baked by the heat, and it was also warm.

Qingmuchen 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 the assistant to move all the documents that should have been processed in the company. Once in, he didn't come out during the whole day.

Mo Xi'er had nothing to do, so he visited the room at random first, and then he had nothing to do, lying on his sofa with a magazine.

She sees Qing Mu Chen work attentively, the line of sight hasn't been to her direction to see, didn't how care about him.

Her movements were very casual, as if she were in her own home, her long legs were swinging in the air, and she didn't even care about her skirt.

She is wearing a winter skirt. The skirt is very long. When qingmuchen asked someone to prepare it for her, it was probably because the person who prepared it was careless and forgot to prepare the socks for her.

It's still snowing these days, so she wears it like this.

As soon as the movement was casual, the skirt slipped to the big / leg, and it seemed that I didn't notice it.

A large section of her white skin was exposed to the air, dazzling as if there was a light beam beside her. Qingmuchen, who was still reading the documents, was far away from her, and her eyes could not help floating here.

Mo Xi'er'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 as bony.

Qingmuchen has a fresh memory of every inch of her touch, as if the fingertips have just swam past her.

Qing Mu Chen quietly looks at this appearance of her, a carelessly distracted.

Mo Xi'er's legs were still swinging gently. She probably felt a little cold. While reading the magazine, she released one hand and pulled her skirt a few times.

Her action is very casual, also did not look back, eyes continue to fall on their own magazine to read up.

The magazine she read was placed randomly here by qingmuchen. When Mo Xi'er read it, she didn't notice it. The book had already been turned to half. Her eyes were fixed on the baby's photo in the magazine, and she was suddenly stunned.

Fingertip page by page in the magazine, looking at every page of the same content, all her expressions suddenly froze.

The book she read is a baby magazine, which has common sense about babies in all periods.

She was surprised to find such a book here.

After staring blank at the magazine for a while, her eyes stiffened and she glanced 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 closed.

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