Chapter 2985 Wife, I'm Hungry

"Wife, improve your efficiency!" Qing Muchen probably felt her gaze and reminded her lightly.

Mo Xier, "..."

Mo Xier was speechless to him. She stared at him stiffly for a long time, then turned her head to continue her work.

Her cooking skills have always been bad. When she was at the Qing family, she almost never prepared a good meal.

However, after returning to Sicily, her skills in making soup for Mo Ye suddenly improved as if she had leaped several levels.

When the soup came out of the pot, the whole room was filled with a strong aroma.

Qing Muchen watched her walk out of the kitchen with a plate, and his originally casual face suddenly froze.

Mo Xier pretended not to see him the whole time. She came to Mo Ye's bed with the soup bowl in her hand, looked at his bandaged hands and feet, and sat down beside the bed.

Holding the bowl, she seemed to want to feed him.

However, she glanced at Qing Muchen not far away from her, and she held back the impulse she had just had.

Her slender white hands tightly held the spoon, and she lowered her eyebrows, as if she was hesitating.

Qing Muchen looked at her sinisterly, his eyes were so cold that he seemed to want to strangle her to death.

If she dared to feed him in front of him, she would be dead!

Where would he, the legitimate husband, be?

Mo Xier was silent for a long time, raising her hand holding the spoon, then putting it down, raising it again, and putting it down again, repeating it several times.

Mo Ye turned his head in her direction, not missing her little movements, and he seemed to be stunned.

He was also staring at Mo Xier, his eyes fixed on her hands, and his heart followed her movements up and down.

Qing Muchen pursed his thin lips arrogantly, his eyes were sharp, and he warned her directly with his eyes.

Mo Xier saw his gaze, but after struggling for a long time, she finally picked up the spoon.

After calming down her face, she turned her eyes to Mo Ye and said in a calm voice, "Your hands are inconvenient, let me feed you!"

Qing Muchen's cold eyes flashed with a trace of hostility, and the coldness of his eyes seemed to tear her apart.

Mo Ye seemed a little surprised, and was stunned for a long time after her words. After coming back to his senses, he didn't know if it was Qing Muchen's illusion, but he seemed to see the corners of his lips slightly raised.

A smile, very faint, but in Qing Muchen's eyes, it seemed to have thorns, piercing his heart, making his eyes hurt.

Is she proud of him?

Mo Xier didn't look in his direction, and took the spoon to feed Mo Ye.

In the few minutes of silence just now, she actually considered Qing Muchen's feelings.

But she is she, he is him, she and he are not real husband and wife, the two of them are independent individuals, why should she be so restrained for him in her own territory?

Besides, for Mo Xier, the relationship that is already innocent should be open and aboveboard.

If she became shy because of his presence, Mo Xier would only make him misunderstand her more.

Qing Muchen had no idea what she was thinking. Ever since he saw her hand pick up the spoon again, his eyes had been gloomy.

His eyes were like a knife carving into her body, as if to cut her.

Mo Xier calmly held the spoon and continued to move it to Mo Ye's lips, "Try to drink it!"

"Thank you." Mo Ye smiled at her faintly, and just as he was about to put his face in front of the spoon, Qing Muchen's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in the room, "Wife, I'm hungry too!"