Her voice was loud enough to be heard through the garden gate.

Running down the revolving stairs, I want to go directly to the porch. Outside the gate, a tall figure suddenly walks slowly towards me. The man who enters the room holds a bunch of bright Charlotte in his hand. His handsome face, which is more exquisite than sculpture, is dazzling like a halo in the sun.

Eyes leisurely fall in her direction, while walking, the man is staring at her.

Mo Xi'er was shocked and looked at the man who suddenly appeared. His hand, which was still cutting his hair, was so stiff in front of his chest that he suddenly became silly.

Why is he here?

The man's eyes light in her hand to see one eye, thin lips cool thin to hook up.

The distance between them is about ten meters. Mo Xi'er can't see each other's eyes clearly, but he obviously feels the chill of each other.

It is a kind of cold, even if two people's eyes did not intersect, still can make people creepy.

Qing Mu Chen is still walking towards this side, his pace is very slow, every step, at the foot of the step drag very hard.

Mo Xi'er looked at him who was getting closer and closer to him, and stepped back two steps reflexively.

Qing Mu Chen didn't miss her subtle action, such as the eyes of the ink gently astringed, the corner of the lip evoked a cold irony.

Mo father and Mo mother are still in the living room. When they see the two people who have been looking at each other, they smile happily.

"Husband, I said it's right to choose Muchen! Look how well these two children match. They're almost glued to each other. "

"Yan Yan, whatever you say is what you say." Father Mo smiles and hugs her shoulder.

Mo Xi'er shakes his shoulders after two people's words. He turns his head and wants to explain a few words, but when the words reach his lips, he doesn't think it's necessary.

She doesn't want her parents to know about herself and qingmuchen.

Qingmuchen seems to think about the same as her. When she comes to her side, the smile of the condensation of lips is like the softening of the spring breeze. His eyes squint at her side. He handed her the flowers in his hand, "baby, this is for you."

A baby, he called smoothly, but Mo Xi'er was covered with goose bumps.

Mo Xi son's body is true to shake two times, very obvious of shake, just, by Qing Mu Chen an arm embrace shoulder, cover up.

"Thank you." Stiff will take the flower, did not care about the problem of his address, Mo Xi son due to the presence of parents, cooperate to his arms.

Qing Mu Chen squints at her action, the corner of lips coldly a hook, thinking of her words when he just entered the door, he suddenly floats out a sentence, "will you take care of Mo Ye later?"

His words were very mild.

It's like adults asking about children.

Mo Xi'er's hand holding the flower trembled, and the branches of the flower swayed under her action.

Did he hear that?

"Well?" Qing Mu Chen Jun face to her ears, Yin measurement of the questioning.

Mo Xi'er's cheek and the one he was clinging to seemed to be freezing. It was all frozen by him.

Mo Xi'er is very clear that she should deny it at this time, but her character is always straightforward.

"Yes, yes, Mo Ye is injured." Mo Xi'er was silent for a while and said truthfully.

"That's it It's a long "ah" word, which he dragged very long.

In front of him to take care of other men, but also dare to admit so directly!

Should he admire her courage?

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