Chapter 2986: Falling in Love with a City for a Person

Mo Xier's hand holding the spoon shook, and the soup in the spoon accidentally fell onto the back of Mo Ye's hand.

Mo Ye frowned, lowered his eyes and stared at his hand.

Mo Xier came back to his senses, and somewhat unnaturally picked up the tissue next to him to help him wipe the back of his hand, "I didn't notice it just now."

"It's okay." Mo Ye's voice was faint.

Mo Xier put the bowl aside, stared at the thick soup quietly for a few seconds, and turned his eyes to Qing Muchen, "He has hands and feet, and he can do it himself when he is hungry!"

"He has no hands and feet?" Qing Muchen snorted coldly.

Mo Xier, "..."

Mo Xier had no way to deal with him.

He just came here to cause trouble, right?

Qing Muchen crossed his arms in front of his chest and snorted coldly.

She really guessed it right!

What is his level? It's good that he didn't start a war directly!

"Efficiency!" With a cold face, he reminded again.

Mo Xier regarded all his actions as unreasonable.

Ignoring his words, she continued to feed Mo Ye.

There were many bandages on Mo Ye's body, and no one could really handle it by himself.

Mo Xier didn't want to spend all her time entangled with Qing Muchen on boring issues, and she didn't say a word after that.

Qing Muchen looked at her spoonful after spoonful coldly, and his eyes, which were already cold, gradually became gloomy.

Mo Xier obviously felt the hostility from him, but still ignored it.

She fed Mo Ye's lunch in the room, and then called a few servants to come and take care of him instead of her.

When she walked out of the hospital, it was almost two o'clock.

Ignoring Qing Muchen who was following behind her, she was holding a convenient bag with a lunch box in her hand. She shook the bag gently in her hand as she walked.

Sicily is not like City C, and it rarely snows.

The weather has been cloudy and rainy these days, and there has been few sunshine.

Mo Xier walked on the avenue outside the hospital. After a few steps, she raised her face and looked at the gloomy sky above her head. She suddenly missed the days in C City for some reason.

She had never had any intersection with C City before, and she had only left Sicily a few times since she was a child.

She went to C City only because of her marriage with Qing Muchen.

She actually stayed in C City for a very short time, which was not worth mentioning compared with her more than ten years in Sicily.

However, under such a premise, when she returned to the place where she was born and raised, she actually missed the city that was only a passerby to her.

Someone once said that for a person, you fall in love with a city.

This sentence echoed in her ears, and as she walked, Mo Xier's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Behind her, Qing Muchen was still walking towards her direction.

His steps were very slow, and every step he took, his hard leather shoes stepped heavily on the stone pavement under his feet.

Above her head, a few yellow leaves floated gently in the wind, and the convenience bag in Mo Xier's hand swayed gently, swaying a slight trajectory in the air, and finally slowly stopped.

With her back to him, her back was very straight.

With the corner of her eyes slightly tilted, she stared at him quietly behind her.

The coldness on Qing Muchen's face had not diminished. It was obvious that he was angry about what happened in the ward. When he walked towards her, his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be able to shoot her to death.

When he came to her side, he stood in front of her with a height of 1.88 meters, looking down at her face that was a head shorter than his, he coldly sarcastically said, "Miss Mo, do you still remember your husband's last name?"