Qing Mu Chen's back is stiff, apparently shocked by her words.

Mo Xi'er looked in his direction. She explained the situation of that day, "the car didn't go far away that day, but actually came back. It's just that there was a traffic accident later and it took some time."

Qing Mu Chen quietly listens to her words, the dark as ink pupil, like a dark night suddenly blooming thousands of streamers, reflecting the whole pair of ink pupil suddenly bright a lot.

Thin lips gently up a pick, his lips good-looking Yang Yang.

Mo Xi'er raised her eyes and looked at him quietly. Looking at his flowing eyes, she let out a breath.

Without much explanation, she turned her back and went on out of the room.

Qingmuchen's eyes fell on the direction she left and watched her walk out of the room. Looking at the door slowly covered, his mood seemed to open the layers of clouds. For the first time in the past two days, it was so clear.

His pleasure, obviously written on his face, slightly pursed thin lips, even the corner of his eyes and brows, 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 in his bedroom, listening to the movement from him in the bathroom. His mood was as relaxed as ever.

Now the mood, out of her own expectations.

Since getting married for such a long time, she has never imagined how she would be after being honest with qingmuchen.

Now it seems that the unexpected makes her feel better.

When qingmuchen came out, she was drawing again with a drawing board.

I don't know what to draw, the nib swish, especially focused.

Qingmu Chen slowly walked past, enough to look at the drawing board on her hand.

Seeing the contents of the painting, he was slightly stunned.

What Mo Xi'er draws is a cartoon with no guess. It's a baby girl and a boy of three or four years old.

The little boy in the picture is sitting on the cushion with the little girl. The innocent girl is giggling, and the boy is staring at the girl's doting smile.

A very infectious painting, pure, beautiful and innocent.

Naive, Qing Mu Chen can't even believe it's from Mo Xi'er.

In his opinion, women like Mo Xi'er, even if they are painting, should be cool and arrogant.

What she is good at most should be the image of the princess, or the image of the ethereal.

It's hard for qingmuchen to imagine that it was made by Mo Xi'er.

"Is it good?" The corner of her eye leered at him, and she raised her drawing board in front of him.

"Not bad." In fact, qingmuchen's heart is clearly warm in a mess, but he is very stingy praise.

"Yes? Then don't look. " Mo Xi'er takes back the painting and wants to continue to repair it, but he is snatched away by Qing Mu Chen.

"Give it to me." Light throw a word to her, also don't care whether she is happy or not, take her painting, he walked slowly toward the study.

Qingmuchen doesn't like cute things, but this painting of Mo Xi'er is a shock that he can't say.

The position of the chest and heart pit seemed to be baked by something, and his whole atrium was warm.

Isn't the baby girl, the three or four year old boy, the first time he and she met?

Qingmuchen didn't know the meaning of moxier's painting, but he understood it as his guess.

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