cuddling in his arms

Chapter 32 Those Cups He Loves

The weather cleared up early in the morning, changing the gloom of the past few days, the rare sunshine was shining, some sunlight came in through the blinds, and cast shadows on the ground, Mo Xiaoli casually pulled out a bohemian style shawl and wrapped it around On the shoulders, she jumped onto the floor with bare feet. The cool touch made her shrink back, but she still stepped on it. She jumped a few times lightly, opened the French windows on the balcony, and the warm sunlight shone on the floor. Body, warm, itchy, very comfortable.

Standing on the second floor overlooking the whole courtyard, several sycamores stand upright, all the leaves of the trees turn yellow, and the ground is paved, which has a sense of depression. On the right side of the courtyard, there is running water brought in from the outside. , to make an artificial lake, in which a few fish are sparsely raised, and a few lotus flowers are raised in the center of the lake. The flowering period has passed, and a few lotus leaves are floating on the lake, limp.

Mo Xiaoli was a little happy. It was her first time to visit this house called Liantang. When he was with An Ziqing, he took her to Nanshan, Jiuxi, Hailan, and many other houses of his. , and only this one can be regarded as his private house, it is said that no woman can stay here, even if he spends his time outside, he has never brought a woman here.She loves it here.

Liantang has a combination of ancient and modern decoration, and the decoration in the courtyard is antique, but once you step into the living room, the room is full of modern appliances.Fashion has a classical charm, and classics are mixed with fashion elements.

The wound on Mo Xiaoli's face is almost healed, there are still shallow scars, and when the sun shines on his face, a white mark is much more obvious.She touched the scar on her face and sighed. Another month has passed. She has lived here for a month. Although she likes it very much, she always gets tired of being alone. She is considering whether to go to the hospital for a while. She was fishing for a few fish by the lake, when footsteps sounded behind her, and she didn't turn her head. An Ziqing's voice came from above her head: "Aren't your feet cold?"

He picked her up and put her on the bed.

An Ziqing came here almost every day recently. Although they didn't stay for long, the relationship between them seemed to be much better than before. It really felt like an old married couple.

Mo Xiaoli's feet turned red from the cold, she shrank her feet and said, "It's really cold."

An Ziqing looked at her, put her loose hair behind her ears, and said, "Accompany me to a banquet tonight."

"Okay." Mo Xiaoli readily agreed, she knew that even if she refused, it would be futile, so she didn't struggle at all.

An Ziqing left her room, went all the way down, and went directly to the underground wine cellar. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to drink some wine.

There are two glass cabinets against the two walls in the wine cellar. The uppermost floor contains wine utensils for serving wine, and the lower four floors are full of various wines, some of which are very old. Great value.

He casually took down a goblet from the top floor, stopped the hand that was opening a bottle of wine, and looked at the glass with deep eyes. This is a crystal glass of the Vinum series. If he remembers correctly, it is What Mo Shaohua likes, and he himself has been using the sommeliers series of cups, Hou Mo Shaohua joked at that time that he was just a ditty, no matter what he used, he would choose the most expensive one, which was extremely extravagant.

The hand was clenched tighter and tighter, and with a click, the cup shattered, and a small piece of glass stuck into the hand, and the blood snaked down the fingers, until it stained the entire arm.

(End of this chapter)