cuddling in his arms

Chapter 296 Qin Garden
Ever since the divorce agreement incident came to an end, Mo Xiaoli and An Ziqing had officially entered the cold war stage. Even if they didn't love each other, no matter how fierce the fight was, they never had a cold war. Now they have nothing to say?

Mo Xiaoli flipped through the house of gifts he had given her over and over again, crying and laughing for a while.

"How did you get to this point?" Mo Xiaoli said to himself.

"Men will be tired of aesthetics. If you are always the same, he will get tired of it." A voice sounded from behind Mo Xiaoli.

Looking back, I saw Luo Li standing at the door of the small house next to the wine cellar with her big belly. Because the door of the room was relatively low, it was difficult for her to bend down to enter because of her big belly, so she just stood at the door and looked at the various pieces. Gifts of all kinds.

She envied Mo Xiaoli very much, there was such a man who loved her so deeply, even in the face of death, he always thought of only her in his heart.

"Really?" Mo Xiaoli asked blankly.

"But Ziqing once said that he hopes I will always be like this, because that's what he likes."

"All men can tell lies, don't you know?" Luo Li turned around and sat on the sofa, picked up an apple and bit into it, the sound of clicking made Mo Xiaoli dazed for a while, what is the relationship between her and Luo Li now?Wife and lover?Living under the same roof, they can live in peace.

"An Ziqing said that he wanted to take you to see your mother." Luo Li finished biting an apple and threw the core into the trash basket. After finishing speaking seemingly unintentionally, he clapped his hands, got up and went out.

Mo Xiaoli lay on a pile of presents with her head up, she thought, can't Ziqing say anything to her directly now?Actually want to pass an outsider.

She tidied herself up and went to the study to find An Ziqing. He was drawing an architectural plan, with a drawing pencil clipped above his ear, his shirt collar was slightly loose, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was slightly messy. He was drawing very seriously, just Even Mo Xiaoli didn't notice when he came in.

People who work hard are the most charming. An Ziqing at this moment makes Mo Xiaoli want to hug him.

Mo Xiaoli took two steps forward lightly, and immediately saw the picture, with the words 'Qinyuan' clearly written on it.

This is a pure Chinese-style house, with round door openings, layers of rockery, long corridors, and a piece of purple alfalfa...

"This is..." Mo Xiaoli felt his voice choked up, "Who was it designed for?"

An Ziqing raised her head, was startled when she saw Mo Xiaoli, and then said, "For myself."

He sometimes flipped through the ancient architectural books next to his hand, and sometimes wrote and drew on the blueprints, but at first he looked up at Mo Xiaoli, and then stopped looking at her.

After a long time, he said again: "I have designed houses for others all my life, and this is the last time for myself."

Mo Xiaoli was startled and asked, "Are you going to change your career?"

An Ziqing stopped writing, stared blankly for a while, then put the pen on the table. The drawing pen rolled on the table and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces with a 'snap'.

Mo Xiaoli bent down to pick it up, An Ziqing stood behind the table and said, "No need, picking up a broken pen is useless."

Mo Xiaoli's hands froze for a moment, but he finally picked it up and said, "I'll use it again after all."

An Ziqing's lips moved but he didn't say anything. The two stood silently for a while, and Mo Xiaoli asked, "You want me to see Yin Chuxue's mother?"

"That's your mother too."

"Yes, let's see you then."

"Then I will arrange the time."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)