Chapter 2986: For a person, fall in love with a city

Moxier shakes the hand with the spoon, and the soup in the spoon is gently shaken off the back of the ink hand.
The ink brow wrinkled and stared at his hand and glanced at it.
Moxier returned to God, and some unnaturally picked up the paper towel next to him and wiped the back of his hand. "I just didn't notice."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Yan's voice is faint.
Moxier put the bowl aside and stared at the thick soup for a few seconds. His eyes turned to Qing Muchen. "There are hands and feet, hungry and do it yourself!"
"He has no hands and no feet?" Qing Muchen snorted coldly.
Moxier, "..."
Moxier took him very much.
Is he deliberately coming to trouble?
Qing Muchen’s arms were ringing his chest and he snorted.
She really guessed it!
What is his level? It’s good if you don’t start the war directly!
"Efficiency!" Cold face, he reminded again.
Moxier regarded all his actions as unreasonable.
Without paying attention to him, she continued to feed the ink.
There are many places where the ink crepe is wrapped in gauze, and no one can really cope with it.
Moxier didn't want to spend all his time on boring problems with Qing Muchen. He never said a word afterwards.
Qing Muchen looked at her with a spoonful of spoonfuls of movements. The cold eyes that had been cold were slowly becoming cloudy.
Moxier obviously felt the suffocation from him, or ignored it.
After feeding the ink lunch in the room, I called a few maids to take care of her.
When I walked out of the hospital, it was almost two o'clock.
I didn't care about the squad behind him, holding a convenient bag with a lunch box on her hand. She walked and gently shakes the bag in her hand.
Sicily is not like C City, and it is rare when it snows.
The weather in these days was rainy and there was no sunshine.
Moxier walked on the avenue outside the hospital, took a few steps, raised his face and looked at the sky above the top of his eyes. Inexplicably, he suddenly remembered the days of City C.
She had not had any intersection with C City before, and she had never left Sicily several times.
Going to C City, just because of the marriage with Qing Muchen.
Her time in C City is actually very short, compared with her more than ten years in Sicily, it is not worth mentioning.
However, under such a premise, returning to her native place, she actually missed the city that was only a passenger for her.
Someone once said that in order to be alone, fall in love with a city.
The ear echoed the words, walking and walking, Moxier's foot suddenly suddenly stopped.
Behind him, Qing Muchen is still walking in the direction of her.
His pace was very slow, and he didn't take a step. Hard leather shoes stepped on the stone road under his feet.
Above the top of the head, a few pieces of yellow leaves drifted gently with the wind. The convenient bag carried by Moxier's hand swayed gently, swinging a slight trajectory in the air, and finally stopped slowly.
Back to him, her back is straight.
On the micro side of the corner of her eye, she stared quietly behind him and looked at her.
The chill on the face of Qing Muchen has not been reduced. It can be seen that he was angry because of her affairs in the ward. When she came to her, her eyes were so cold that she could shoot her.
Coming to her side, the one-eight-eighth man stood in front of her, and looked down at her face as she was shorter than herself. He was cold and ironic. "Miss Miss remembers her husband's surname?"