Chapter 2826 Wedding Night (5)

Qing Muchen didn't know how much wine he drank tonight.

He hardly ate anything during the whole banquet, and was just entertaining.

There were so many guests today, not to mention the toasts that Luo Yibei blocked for him, he himself was toasted dozens of times, at least.

It was a miracle that he didn't get drunk after drinking so much.

Qing Muchen's stomach was empty, full of water.

He grabbed Mo Xier's noodles and filled his stomach, and he felt much better.

Mo Xier didn't know what the banquet outside was like today, and she didn't care whether his stomach was good or not.

Unwilling to let him finish her midnight snack, she saw that the last bit of noodles was also going to be finished by him, so she stood up and wanted to grab her bowl again, but Qing Muchen's body suddenly leaned back.

His action was natural, purely to avoid her outstretched hand.

Mo Xier didn't seem to expect him to make such a sudden move, and her leaning body lost balance, and she fell into his arms with an unstable center of gravity.

The strong smell of alcohol hits the nose.

Mellow, rich, and a little pungent, like decades of aging.

It is also accompanied by the aroma of grapes.

Mo Xier doesn't like men who drink. She doesn't like any non-natural smell.

For her, men who are full of alcohol are dirty.

Although Qing Muchen smells of alcohol, his head is still dizzy, just not drunk.

But probably due to his natural temperament, even at this time, his breath still doesn't make people feel a bit sloppy.

The smell of alcohol on him is very strong, but it is still difficult to conceal its own clearness. It is light, like a clear, very comfortable to smell.

He always gives people a very clean feeling.

Even if he says the most dirty words, it is still difficult to hide his temperament.

Mo Xier's breath is filled with two smells, one is exclusive to him, and the other is the smell of alcohol.

Both seem to be poisonous, making people a little intoxicated.

Mo Xier was never a fangirl, but leaning on Qing Muchen like this and smelling his scent, she felt a little dizzy.

She wanted to stand up, but Qing Muchen pressed her waist and refused to let go.

"Who cooked the noodles?" His voice seemed a little serious above her head.

"Mr. Qing, do you have the fun of arguing about this kind of question at this time?" Mo Xier raised her face and sneered.

"Is it Mo Ye?" Qing Muchen refused to let it go.

"Who cooked it matters?" Mo Xier looked away and said lightly.

"It doesn't matter who cooked it, but it matters if it's cooked at this time!" Qing Muchen's facial curves were very tight, "Shouldn't Miss Mo explain why he came in at this time before?"

"What do you think, Mr. Qing?" Mo Xier did not answer his question directly, but asked back, "Is it unclear about my relationship?"

Without waiting for his answer, she raised the corner of her lips mockingly, and said, "If Mr. Qing wants to think so, then it's up to you. After all, I can't control other people's thoughts."

The tone she spoke to him was very light from beginning to end.

She was so indifferent that she seemed to not care about him at all.

She and him had no emotional foundation, no free marriage, and no normal dating process. Now Mo Xier really didn't mind any of his thoughts.

Qing Muchen actually understood this truth very well, but when he heard it from her in person, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable everywhere.