Chapter 3006: First Meeting

Qing Muchen's back stiffened, and he seemed to be obviously shocked by her words.

Mo Xier looked in his direction, and she explained the situation that day, "The car didn't go far after driving out that day, and actually came back, but later there was a traffic accident, which took some time."

Qing Muchen listened to her quietly, and his dark eyes seemed to suddenly bloom with thousands of streams of light in the dark night, reflecting the whole pair of black eyes that suddenly became much brighter.

His thin lips gently lifted up, and the corners of his lips raised beautifully.

Mo Xier raised her eyes and looked at him calmly. Looking at his shining eyes, she sighed lightly.

Without much explanation, she turned her back and continued to walk out of the room.

Qing Muchen's eyes fell on the direction she left, watching her walk out of the room, watching the door slowly closed, his mood seemed to have cleared layers of clouds, and it was the first time in the past two days that he felt so bright.

His joy was clearly written on his face. His slightly pursed lips and even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed that he was in a good mood.

He even whistled several times while taking a shower in the room.

Mo Xier curled up on the sofa in the bedroom, listening to the noise coming from him in the bathroom. She felt more relaxed than ever before.

Her current mood was beyond her expectations.

After such a long period of marriage, she had never thought about what it would be like if she and Qing Muchen were honest with each other.

Now it seems that the unexpected thing made her feel good.

When Qing Muchen came out, she was holding a drawing board and drawing again.

She didn't know what to draw, but the tip of the pen was swishing, and she was particularly focused.

Qing Muchen walked over slowly and looked over his head at the drawing board in her hand.

He was slightly startled when he saw the content of the painting.

Mo Xier drew a cartoon of childhood sweethearts, a little girl who looked like a baby, and a little boy who was three or four years old.

The little boy in the painting was sitting on a cushion with the little girl. The innocent girl was giggling and making noises, and the boy was staring at the girl's doting smile.

It was a very contagious painting, pure, beautiful and innocent.

It was so naive that Qing Muchen couldn't even believe it was from Mo Xier's hand.

In his opinion, a woman like Mo Xier, even if she was painting, should have a cold and arrogant style.

She was best at the image of a high-ranking princess, or an ethereal image.

Qing Muchen could hardly imagine that such a cute picture of childhood sweethearts was from Mo Xier's hand.

"Does it look good?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, and raised the drawing board in her hand in front of him.

"Not bad." Qing Muchen was actually very warm in his heart, but he was very stingy with praise.

"Really? Then don't look at it." Mo Xier took back the painting and wanted to continue to repair it, but Qing Muchen raised his hand and snatched it away.

"Give it to me." He said to her lightly, and didn't care whether she was happy or not. He took her painting and walked slowly towards the study.

Qing Muchen was not a person who liked cute things, but Mo Xier's painting shocked him indescribably.

The area in the heart of his chest seemed to be baked by something, and his whole heart was warm.

The little girl who looked like a baby and the little boy who looked like three or four years old, wasn't it the first time he and her met?

Qing Muchen didn't know the meaning of Mo Xier's painting, but he automatically understood this sentence as what he guessed.