Chapter 2793 Setting a Trap for Him (3)

When they were little? It would be more accurate to say when they were still in their mother's womb!

Qing Muchen actually meant Xixi's ID photo. Although there was a gap between the ID photo and the real person, at least he had a rough idea of ​​this person in his head.

However, what he replied to Anxin was, "Miss An, are you interfering too much?"

It was a very disrespectful remark, which made the relationship between the two of them very clear.

Anxin was stunned at first, and after she came to her senses, her face seemed a little embarrassed.

"Muchen, I just care about you."

Qing Muchen didn't seem to appreciate it, and said to the other party directly, "No need!"

She stood up and wanted to leave, but was pulled by Anxin again, "Where are you going? I'll accompany you!"

Qing Muchen didn't know whether he didn't take her seriously at all or he always accepted women following him, so he didn't stop him.

The two left the chairs one after the other and walked out of the banquet hall.

Xixi was not very interested in Qing Muchen's affairs, but she was a little absent-minded during the working hours later.

In her head, the words of the two maids this afternoon were still echoing.

Qing Muchen is going to Sicily tomorrow.

As long as he goes there and the Mo family accepts the engagement ceremony, the marriage between the two families will basically be a done deal.

We can't let him succeed!

Looking in the direction where Qing Muchen left, Xixi's hand casually stirred the straw of the wine glass, and she was silent for a while. After a few seconds, she didn't know what she thought of. Suddenly, she turned around and walked towards the direction where Qing Muchen left with the tray as if nothing had happened.

Qing Muchen and An Xin said that they were going to the lounge. Xixi walked through the rooms with the tray, and when she passed one of them, she couldn't help but stop.

At this time, almost all the servants and guests were in the hall, and there were few people in the corridor.

It was so quiet that any movement in the lounge could be heard outside.

An Xin was talking, calling Qing Muchen's name in a particularly intimate way, "Muchen, why must it be Mo Xier? Can't I? The An family is also very powerful, why do you have to marry a woman who has never had any intersection with you?"

She didn't seem to have much tolerance for alcohol. After drinking a little, her head was already drunk.

The lights in the room were dim, and the hazy halo was not as cold as the incandescent light. The atmosphere was a little seductive.

Her body had almost fallen into Qing Muchen's arms, her "surging" chest rubbing against his, and her fingertips painted with bright red nail polish slowly wandered across his strong chest, as if trying to get in through his clothes.

Xixi stood outside the room, looking inside through the small crack in the door calmly.

Looking at Qing Muchen who seemed to have no resistance, the corners of her lips suddenly rose up, and then she fumbled for her mobile phone, muted it, and aimed the camera directly at the two people who were tightly stuck together in the room.

The shutter was pressed, silently, and a series of photos had taken shape in her mobile phone.

The light in the room was a little dim, but the photos taken still showed the outline of Qing Muchen clearly.

She took a lot of photos, almost every one of them had their bodies close together, and there were many of them where An Xin teased him.

Xixi's movements were very slight, so slight that even Qing Muchen, who was so alert, didn't notice it.

Carefully putting away her phone, Xixi took the tray and quietly left the scene.

An Xin was still lying on Qing Muchen, and she smelled heavily of alcohol and perfume.