Chapter 2969 How Can Work Be More Important than You?

Mo Xier's body was obviously stiff.

Her back was straight, her steps stopped, and she stood there stiffly for a long time, looking at his hand holding hers.

Qing Muchen held her hand tightly, and his palm tightly wrapped around her hand, leaving no gap between their fingertips.

Mo Xier's hand had been held by him countless times, but this was the first time she noticed how he held her hand.

His hand held her hand tightly, not casually like a man holding a woman's hand. His five fingers were all entangled with hers.

It was so tight that it seemed that the relationship between the two was so intimate.

The skin on the back of Mo Xier's hand that was wrapped by him was warm, as if it was baked by hot fire.

Qing Muchen did not explain his behavior. He took her hand with his big hand and led her straight to his office building.

After arriving at the office, he asked his assistant to move all the documents that were supposed to be processed in the company. After entering, he did not come out for the whole day.

Mo Xier had nothing to do. She first visited the room casually, and then lay on his sofa idly, flipping through a magazine.

She saw that Qing Muchen was concentrating on his work, and his eyes never looked in her direction, and she did not pay much attention to him.

Her movements were very casual, as if she was at home, her two slender legs dangling leisurely in the air, and she did not even care about her slipping skirt.

She was wearing a winter skirt, which was very long. When Qing Muchen asked someone to prepare it for her, it was probably because the person who prepared it was careless and forgot to prepare socks for her.

It was still snowing these days, so she wore it like this.

As she moved casually, the skirt slid down to her thighs, and she did not seem to notice it.

A large part of her fair skin was exposed to the air, dazzling as if there was a beam of light beside her. Qing Muchen, who was still flipping through the documents, was far away from her, and his eyes could not help but drift over here.

Mo Xier's calves were well-proportioned and slender, but not like the models on the catwalk, which were all bones.

Her calves were a little fleshy, not too plump, but not too bony.

Qing Muchen remembered every inch of her touch, as if his fingertips had just wandered over her body.

Qing Muchen looked at her quietly like this, and accidentally got distracted.

Mo Xier's legs were still swaying gently. Perhaps she felt a little cold. While flipping through the magazine, she freed one hand to pull her skirt a few times.

Her movements were very casual, and she didn't look back. Her eyes continued to fall on her magazine and flipped through it.

The magazine she was reading was placed casually here by Qing Muchen. Mo Xier didn't pay attention when she was reading it. She had already flipped through half of the book. Her eyes were fixed on the baby photos in the magazine, and she suddenly froze.

Her fingertips flipped through the magazine page by page, looking at the same content on each page, and all her expressions suddenly froze.

The book she was reading was a baby magazine, which contained common knowledge about babies at all ages.

She was surprised to find such a book at Qing Muchen's place.

She stared at the magazine blankly for a long time, and her eyes stiffly looked in his direction.

Her eyes met his, and she looked at his eyes that were like the sea, as if she was struck by an electric current. She stood there in a daze, and all the expressions on her face were frozen.