Chapter 2986

Mo Xi'er shook his hand with the spoon, and the soup in the spoon accidentally gently shook off on the back of Mo Ye's hand. Mo Ye frowned and stared at his hand. Mo Xi'er returned to his senses, and some unnaturally picked up the paper towel next to him and wiped the back of his hand, "I just didn't notice."“ It doesn't matter. " Mo Ye's voice was faint. Mo Xi'er put the bowl aside, quietly stared at the thick soup for a few seconds, turned his eyes to Qing Muchen, "have hands and feet, do it yourself if you are hungry!"“ He has no hands or feet? " Qing Mu Chen snorted coldly. Mo Xi'er, "..." Mo Xi'er has nothing to do with him. He's just trying to get in trouble, isn't he? Qingmu Chen put his arms around his chest and snorted coldly. She guessed right! What is his level? Just don't start the war directly“ Efficiency! " With a cold face, he reminded again. Mo Xier regarded all his actions as unreasonable. Ignoring his words, she continued to feed Mo Ye. There are many places where Mo Ye is wrapped with gauze. No one can really deal with it by himself. Mo Xi'er didn't want to spend all his time entangled with Qing Mu Chen on boring issues. He didn't say a word after that. Qingmu Chen looked at her spoon after spoon coldly, and her already cold eyes slowly became vicious. Mo Xi'er obviously felt the hostility from him and ignored it. After feeding moye's lunch in the room, he called and asked some servants to take care of her instead. It was almost two o'clock when I got out of the hospital. Ignoring Qing Muchen following behind, she carried a convenience bag with a bento box in her hand. As she walked, she gently shook the bag in her hand. Unlike C City, Sicily seldom snows. The weather these days is cloudy and rainy. I haven't seen a few sunshine. Mo Xier walked on the Avenue outside the hospital, took a few steps, raised his face and looked at the cloudy sky above his head. Inexplicably, he suddenly missed the days of city C. She had no intersection with City C before, and had never left Sicily since childhood. I went to C city just because of my marriage to Qing Muchen. Her time in C city is actually very short, which is not worth mentioning compared with her more than ten years in Sicily. However, under such a premise, back to her native place, she even misses the city that can only be regarded as a passer-by for her. Someone once said that for one person, I fell in love with a city. This sentence echoed in my ears. As I walked, Mo Xi'er's footsteps suddenly stopped. Behind him, Qingmu Chen is still walking in her direction. His pace was very slow, he didn't take a step, and the hard leather shoes stepped heavily on the stone road under his feet. Above his head, several withered and yellow leaves floated gently in the wind. The convenience bag in Mo Xier's hand shook gently, swaying a slight track in the air, and finally stopped slowly. With her back to him, her back was straight. The corner of her eye was dim, and she quietly stared at him behind her. The chill on Qingmu Chen's face did not abate. It could be seen that he was angry because of her in the ward. When he walked towards her, his eyes were cold as if he could shoot her to death. When he came to her, he stood in front of her and looked down at her face a head shorter than himself. He sarcastically said, "Miss Mo, do you remember her husband's last name?" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.