"What crowded? How can you squeeze in your room?" Mommy screamed at her, ignoring her words, her eyes crossed over and she turned directly to Qing Muchen. "Mu Chen, I will wait for you and Xier." The villa you know, the building you had been with your parents earlier. The room in Xier is too small, everything is single, you are used to living in the house, you should not adapt."

"Good!" Qing Muchen still promised to be very happy.

Mommy is very satisfied and continues to go upstairs. "I have already arranged the villas. I will go straight to you and Xier!"

"Okay." Qing Muchen faintly responded to her, her eyes turned to the next Moxier, her eyes long and deep, "Go!"

"Actually, you can live here too." Moxier tried to interrupt his decision.

Qing Muchen seems to be inaudible, stepping forward with a slender leg and walking outside the villa.

The Moh family is different from the Qing family. The Moh family has always been between the three. It is because of the quietness. The Mohist family is not even like other famous families. The domestic servants are in groups.

Most of the time, the environment in which Moxier grew up is the responsibility of the mother.

Even if there is a chef at home, there are servant bodyguards, and there are very few people who usually appear.

Such a home is different from other giants and is more like a real home than other families.

The life of Moxier from small to large is actually surrounded by warmth.

Moh's villa, because the ink dad likes a special relationship, not too big, the focus is warm.

Moxier’s room is small and really not suitable for two people.

Qing Muchen probably also visited her room and left her hand to leave it very simply.

Take her out of the Moh Villa, drive up the mountain, bypass the quiet mountain road, and finally stop at a quiet manor house halfway up the mountain.

This villa has been around for a few years, and the exterior decoration is very delicate. When Moxi was not born, it already existed.

The first time that Qing Muchen came to this villa was when Moxier was still in the mother's stomach.

Here, at the time, he did not know what to think, and made a move to hand her up for his bride.

After Moxier was born, Qing Muchen and Qingya Fengtong Xixi also came here once.

That was the first time for the two to meet. At that time, Moxier was not born for a long time. His face was crumpled, pink and pink. In the eyes of Qing Muchen, it was not good-looking.

However, it unexpectedly made him feel pleasing to the eye.

What is marriage, Qing Muchen has never been carefully defined.

I think about it occasionally, isn’t it enough to see it?

As for the others, it is actually not that important to him.

This is a very beautiful villa with a lot of dense wild rose vines on the outside.

The flowers on the vines are full of branches, and the closed iron gates are pushed open, and the night winds pass by. In an instant, the breath is all a faint aroma of roses.

In fact, Qing Muchen has only been here twice, and he is still a few years old.

However, he is very familiar with the performance here.

Opening the door, entering the house, leading her all the way through the long courtyard, he did not even go the wrong way, went straight to the main house in the depths of the garden, took out the key to open the door, he first stepped in.

Moxier stiffly followed him, and compared with him, she was like a newcomer.

"Wife, tidy up the room!" The key in his hand was thrown into her hand, and he asked for it naturally.