The car stopped in the middle of the road. Sitting alone in the car, Mo Xier stared at the traffic lights in front for a long time. His head was full of Qingmu Chen's eyes again and again. The kind of eyes with aloof, cold and arrogant, with a touch of expectation, tend to be arrogant, but can't say it. There are a lot of traffic around. There are many shuttle cars coming and going. The red light ahead counts down one minute and one second. There are more than ten seconds left. It seems that it will change to a green light. Mo Xi'er is still absent-minded and doesn't seem to notice this problem. The motorcade behind her lined up in a long row, next to her car, one by one. The traffic lights ahead just change at this time. Mo Xi'er seemed to be out of sight. His eyes were just staring at the front without any reaction. Patter patter! Behind him came the sound of a car whistle. Mo Xier was immersed in his own world, but he still didn't hear it“ Go or not? No, get out of the way! " In the long line blocked behind, I don't know who roared“ Yes, yes, what's ahead? "“ Do you understand the traffic rules? "“ When does the car leave? " Accompanied by the first person's voice, followed by a lot of echo, and the sound of sirens clicking and clicking. Mo Xier's eardrums are about to be pierced. After returning to her mind, a cold look swept a group of people behind her. She turned her car around, turned to the next driveway, and walked away like a gust of wind. Her car is turning back and driving very fast. Crossing the long street, when I wanted to turn at the end of the road, the speed was too fast. The front of the car just turned and slammed into a car. Mo Xi'er's reaction was always quick. When she saw that the two cars were about to collide, she stopped and got off in time. The quick response reduced the lethality of the collision between the two vehicles. However, the other side's front seems to be damaged. Almost less than two minutes after the accident, the traffic police rushed over. After checking the condition of the two cars, a man went outside moxier, stared at her window and took a notebook to make records“ Name! " Mo Xier held the steering wheel rigidly and didn't answer“ Name! " The man outside raised his voice a little higher“ West West. "“ Wait here. " Leaving a word, the man turned to another car and asked the owner of the other car. Simple inquiry, the situation of the investigation site, the judgment of traffic responsibility, a series of things were busy, and it took dozens of minutes. When Mo Xier returned to the Mohist family, it rained again. When he walked out of the car and entered the garden, qingmuchen was standing in front of the French window of the hall. The two people's eyes looked at each other quietly across the rain curtain, that is, a few meters away, Mo Xier still felt the cold in his eyes. It was a kind of cold that penetrated into her bones. In the past, she had learned from him countless times. Mo Xier is no stranger to him like this. This feeling seems to return to their first acquaintance. He is still the cold, light, sharp eyed man who looked at everyone. And she has nothing to do with him. Mo Xi'er stood in the rain with a red umbrella and stared at him quietly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak. She doesn't want to be amorous. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.