Chapter 2985

"Wife, improve efficiency!" Qingmu Chen probably came into contact with her projected line of sight, a faint reminder. Mo Xi'er, "..." Mo Xi'er was speechless to him, stared at him rigidly for a while, turned his head and continued to be busy. Her cooking has always been poor. When she was at Qing's house, every meal she prepared was almost unqualified. However, when I returned to Sicily, the soup made for Mo Ye seemed to have leaped several levels at once, and suddenly improved. When the soup came out of the pot, the whole room was full of strong aroma. Qingmu Chen looked at her walking out of the kitchen with a dinner plate. Her original loose face suddenly stiffened. When Mo Xi'er didn't see him all the way, he came to Mo Ye's bed with a soup bowl and looked at his hands and feet wrapped in gauze. Mo Xi'er sat down by the bed. Holding the bowl, she seemed to want to feed. However, the corner of his eye glanced sideways at Qingmu Chen not far away. He just had an impulse and resisted it again. Her slender white hand held the spoon tightly. She lowered her eyebrows and seemed to be hesitating. Qing Mu Chen looked at her with a sinister look. His eyes were cold as if he wanted to hang her. If you dare to feed in front of him, she will die! Where does he live with his rightful husband? Mo Xi'er was silent for a long time. His hand holding the spoon raised, put it down, raised, put it down, and repeated it several times. Mo Ye looked at her and turned his head. He didn't miss her little movements. He seemed stunned. He was also staring at Mo Xi'er, his eyes fixed on her hand, and his heart went up and down with her movements. Qingmu Chen's thin lips pursed proudly. His eyes were very sharp and warned her directly with his eyes. Mo Xi'er saw his vision, but after struggling for a while, he finally picked up the spoon. She calmed her face and turned her eyes to Mo Ye. She said in a faint voice, "your hands are inconvenient. Let me feed you!" Qingmu Chen's cold eyes burst out a trace of hostility, and the light in her eyes seemed to tear her apart. Mo Ye seemed a little surprised. He was stunned for a long time after her words. After returning to his mind, he didn't know whether it was the illusion of Qingmu Chen. It seemed that he saw the corners of his lips raised slightly. A smile, very light, very light, but, looking at Qingmu Chen's eyes, it seemed as if it had a thorn, which pierced his heart and made his eyes hurt. Are you proud of him? Mo Xier didn't look in his direction. He took a spoon and fed Mo Ye. Just a few minutes of silence, she actually considered Qingmu Chen's feelings. However, she is her and he is him. She and he are not real husband and wife. They are independent individuals. Why should she be so reserved for him in her own territory? Besides, for moxi'er, the relationship itself is innocent, and it should be more open. If he was present, he would be more misunderstood in Mo Xi'er's view. Qingmu Chen didn't know what she thought. Her eyes had been gloomy since she saw her hand pick up the spoon again. His eyes were engraved on her like a knife, as if to scratch her. Mo Xi'er calmly took the spoon and continued to gather together at Mo Ye's lips, "drink and see!"“ Thank you. " Mo Ye smiled faintly at her. He was just about to send his face to the spoon. In the room, Qingmu Chen's strange voice suddenly sounded, "wife, I'm hungry!" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.