Chapter 2861 Your Level Is Really Poor

The only people living in this villa at the moment are Qing Muchen and Mo Xier, and even the servants are not assigned here.

There is nothing in the refrigerator, and Mo Xier knows this very well, so she went down the mountain to buy things so late last night.

Where did the breakfast come from?

Turning her eyes to Qing Muchen, she asked tentatively, "Did you make it?"

Qing Muchen turned his back to her face and scanned her up and down for several seconds. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You think a lot."

"I think so too." Mo Xier did not mean his answer, and even followed his words and said, "I know, how can someone like you make such high-quality snacks?"

What she actually wanted to say was that how could someone like him who only knew how to eat and only knew how to criticize others for their shortcomings enter the kitchen.

However, thinking of him last night, her words were a little gentler.

Qing Muchen's face, which was quite good-looking before entering the house, stiffened slightly, and his eyes reflected a cold light when he looked at her.

Mo Xier pretended not to see his eyes, took the tray to the open-air balcony and sat down, and started eating the snacks.

As soon as she tasted it, she seemed to be choked by something, and the expression on her face was retracted.

The breakfasts that Qing Muchen brought up were all beautifully made, but they didn't taste good.

They were not sweet enough, nor buttery enough, and the taste was light, not like the level that the servants of the Mo family could make.

Mo Xier was very familiar with the servants in her family. She basically only needed to taste a bite to know what the taste of the food made by each servant was.

The snacks that Qing Muchen brought were not made by any servant of the Mo family, nor by Mo's mother.

Mo Xier bit the snacks in small bites, turned her head and stared at Qing Muchen behind her with a look of surprise.

Qing Muchen was staring at the furnishings in the room idly.

His eyes swept across the room inch by inch, and whatever he saw, as long as he didn't like it, he would walk over and pick it up, and Qing Muchen threw it all into the trash can in a few seconds.

In Mo Xier's room, there were photos of her and Mo Ye when they were young, family photos of Mo Ye and the Mo family, dolls and cards written on them that Mo Ye had given them, and anything related to Mo Ye was thrown away by him.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xier was a little annoyed by his behavior. She stood up and walked over to the trash can to pick up something. As soon as she reached out, she was pulled back by Qing Muchen.

"Nothing, I just don't like it." Without explaining his behavior too much, he glanced at the room that seemed much emptier after he had tidied it up. He suddenly said, "Take advantage of these few days in Sicily and take some wedding photos when you have time."

He didn't care whether she agreed or not. His long legs turned around the room and walked to the balcony. His eyes were fixed on the large pansies hanging on the railing. Thinking about what Mo Xier said last night, Qing Muchen suddenly made a move that surprised her in Mo Xier's stunned eyes.

With his fingertips, he pinched off the blooming flowers one by one. Seeing the petals of various colors scattered all over the ground, Qing Muchen was still not satisfied. He grabbed the flower stems with his big hands and pulled out all the pansies and threw them into the garden downstairs.

"Natural fertilizer, no need to thank me!"

Without any shame for his behavior, he patted the dust off his hands, leaving a mess on the ground, and walked past her into the house.