Xu Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, took the menu list in his hand and shook it twice, and said with bright eyes: "You are so magnanimous, I just said this to you, Princess, and I will follow you!"
Zhong Qingye smiled back, suddenly remembered something, turned to the girl who was silently aside and said: "Chun'er, go and get the top drawing from my desk. []" Turned his head and said to Xu Ziqian:
"That day at the restaurant, I was a little dissatisfied with the layout of the second and third floors, so I painted some new ones and asked you to give me your opinions."
"Don't dare to raise any opinions. Princess, I have personally experienced your whimsical ideas. You should open your eyes." Xu Ziqian said half-flattery and half-sincerely. With a full beard on his face, he went up.
It's not annoying at all.
Qi Mo, who was left in the cold and pretending to be silent, snorted from his nostrils. Seeing Zhong Qingye and Xu Ziqian chatting happily, he felt millions of points of displeasure in his heart but did not dare to say it out. He had to vent his anger on the pastries in front of him.
When the chopsticks were inserted, the snow-white pastry fell apart instantly.
Zhong Qingye glanced in his direction intentionally, then turned back to face Xu Ziqian's bright eyes, which looked at her with a hint of playfulness and a smile.
Zhong Qingye's face felt a little feverish, and her throat felt uncomfortable. She coughed sideways, and Qi Mo, who was silent in his own thoughts, suddenly raised his head and stared at her, his thick eyebrows under the mask frowning slightly.
Chun'er handed over the drawings just in time, which relieved the slight embarrassment for a moment. Zhong Qingye hurriedly took it, glanced at it and handed it to Xu Ziqian: "If you have any suggestions, feel free to mention them, I will definitely..."
Before he finished speaking, the manuscript paper in his hand suddenly disappeared, and a black shadow appeared in front of his eyes. Zhong Qingye slowly raised his head, looked at Qi Mo with a gloomy face, and raised his eyebrows: "You
do what?"
When the situation suddenly changed, Xu Ziqian wisely stopped talking and sat aside with a smile, his eyes glancing back and forth at the two of them with amusement that could not be concealed.
Qi Mo frowned at her, his eyes were quite stern, and he glared at her fiercely, which made Zhong Qingye confused. He did not answer her words at all, but turned to the four girls who were silently aside and said: "You,
Take this guy and get out!"
Hearing that something was not right in the prince's tone, the four girls were all smart people and would never do stupid things like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth. They hurriedly came over and said to Xu Ziqian: "Mr. Xu, the prince and princess have something to deal with. Can you trouble me?"
, Let’s go sit in the living room first?”
Xu Ziqian's eyes moved from Qi Mo to Zhong Qingye's face, and then from Zhong Qingye's face back to Qi Mo. The corner of his mouth buried under his beard slightly twitched, as if he was smiling, and he reached out to take Qi Mo's hand.
He took away the drawing and said politely: "Since you two have something to deal with, I'll go out first, just in time to find out the ingenuity of the princess's design."
Qi Mo glared at him and squeezed out one word from between his teeth: "Get out!"
Xu Ziqian was not angry, and even shrugged in a funny manner. He took Zhong Qingye's drawings and slowly followed the four girls out of the room.
With a creak, the door opened and closed, and was thoughtfully closed tightly.
Zhong Qingye frowned and looked at him impatiently: "Why are you so crazy...cough cough..." Before she could finish her words, she covered her mouth with her hand and coughed in a low voice.
"Damn it!" Qi Mo became nervous for the first time and sat down on the chair next to her. "Did you not drink that tea at all? Why doesn't your cough get better?"
His tone was very annoyed, which was in stark contrast to the soft force he gently stroked Zhong Qingye's back. Zhong Qingye covered his mouth and raised his head to retort: "How could I...cough...cough..."
Qi Mo was startled and said hurriedly: "Whether it's true or not, don't talk for now. Let's calm down before talking."
Zhong Qingye's face turned red when he coughed, and he covered his mouth with his hands. He also raised his head and glared at him fiercely, his eyes full of accusations, and Qi Mo couldn't laugh or cry.
Finally, her cough gradually subsided. Qi Mo hurriedly poured a glass of water for her and asked nervously: "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Zhong Qingye took a sip of water and nodded. His face was flushed, but his eyebrows had already furrowed. He looked at Qi Mo in confusion: "Qi Mo, what's going on with my cough?"
Qi Mo was stunned. "What's going on?"
"Then why are you so nervous when I cough?" Zhong Qingye thought about the recent days. Whenever she coughed, Qi Mo was the most nervous person. Although it could be explained that he was worried about her health,
But it’s just a cough, so worrying about it is a bit exaggerated, isn’t it?
"Of course I have to worry about you coughing." Qi Mo replied matter-of-factly: "You are my wife. If I don't worry, who will?"
Zhong Qingye stared closely into his eyes, and even reached out to remove the mask on his face, trying to get some clues from his expression, but Qi Mo's expression couldn't be more normal, and there was nothing strange about it at all.
Emotions.
Zhong Qingye knew that Qi Mo's ability to conceal his emotions was no worse than hers, but she didn't want to doubt him just because of unfounded doubts in her heart.
I hope...she thinks too much...
"What's wrong?" Qi Mo looked at her without knowing why, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Zhong Qingye came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just became distracted suddenly."
"Qingye..." Qi Mo suddenly called her, his tone unexpectedly filled with uneasiness. He looked at his wife's face cautiously and said cautiously: "Are you not angry anymore?"
"Who said that!" Zhong Qingye's eyes widened: "Who said I'm not angry anymore!?"
Qi Mo's expression turned grim, and the corners of his mouth twitched, not knowing how to communicate.
Zhong Qingye's slender fingers directly poked his chest, looking at him angrily: "What's your expression! You're torturing me so much that I can't even walk. Can't I still be angry?"
Qi Mo was stunned, then suddenly understood, grinned, and nodded without hesitation: "Yes! Of course I can!"
Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes at him and complained nonchalantly: "It's no wonder that you are still the famous Prince Rui. He does everything without thinking about it. Qi Mu's birthday will be in two days. If you keep doing this... I
How do you get into the palace? Besides, there are so many things to do in the restaurant that I’m so busy that I don’t even have time to eat, and you’re still thinking about all these messy things..."
Qi Mo smiled slightly as he listened to Zhong Qingye's chatter, and his initial worries were slowly covered up under his dark eyes.