Chapter 2827 Wedding Night (6)

Looking at her coldly, his eyes swept across her face inch by inch, his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to scrape off her skin.

Mo Xier was actually a little afraid of him.

However, due to her family environment since childhood, she had never shown weakness in front of anyone.

She raised her pretty little chin, calmly combed her hair, and withdrew her body from his arms. She turned her back and called the housekeeper again.

"Help me send some food up."

The housekeeper's service efficiency was very fast. The Qing family had prepared a lot of things tonight. In just two or three minutes, a tray full of delicious food was delivered to the two people's room.

The middle-aged housekeeper also thoughtfully prepared two high-foot glasses and a bottle of red wine for the two.

When Mo Xier took the tray, her eyes glanced at the red wine bottle, and her facial expression froze slightly.

However, in just a few seconds, she returned to her expressionless look.

Turning her gaze to Qing Muchen behind her, Mo Xier walked towards him with a tray, sat down on the chair she had just been sitting on, took out the food from the tray and arranged it, and poured a glass of wine for herself and him.

Raising her face, she stared at the handsome face of the man next to her who was slightly drunk after drinking, and raised her wine glass, suggesting, "Would you like to have a drink together?"

Qing Muchen was slightly startled, as if he had not expected her to suddenly make such a request.

"Cup to cup?"

"Forget it!" Unexpectedly, Mo Xier did not deny it.

Qing Muchen was pleased with her words, and his originally cold face turned from gloomy to bright, and suddenly became much more pleasant.

"I'll drink first as a sign of respect!" Mo Xier clinked her glass of wine with his glass, raised her face and wanted to drink the wine in the glass in one gulp, but just as the glass was brought to her lips, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Qing Muchen.

Mo Xier was startled, and glanced at his hand indifferently.

Qing Muchen's big hand wrapped around her slender, white hand that seemed to have no bones, and led her hand around his wrist. He took his glass of wine with one hand and made a gesture of toasting with her. His tone was very casual, "Since we are going to toast, we should drink like this!"

He always did things very decisively. He raised his chin with an elegant arc and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Mo Xier just stared at him quietly, looking at his empty glass. She didn't play tricks or do anything, and finished her own glass.

She can drink quite well.

She grew up in a place where men like the mafia gather. Her personality is not as delicate as that of ordinary girls. Her drinking capacity is all trained.

She didn't know how much Qing Muchen could drink, but in his current condition, he had already drunk so many glasses before. Mo Xier felt that if she and he finished this bottle of wine together, he would definitely be the first to get drunk.

Qing Muchen glanced at her red lips, which still had a drop of wine on them. Seeing the purple wine dotted her bright red lips, his throat suddenly felt dry.

He pulled the tie of his shirt, and his arm suddenly hooked around her neck, aiming his face at her lips and trying to lean over.

When he was about to touch her lips, Mo Xier's body suddenly leaned back, and her little hand blocked his mouth, stopping his movement, "Don't do it first!"

"Any more questions?" Qing Muchen narrowed his eyes and glanced at her, waiting for her next words.