My wife has always been timid

"..."

There was a dead silence.

Even the people who were paying attention to this side were silent. Think about it, the eldest son of the Mo family has been standing there since the beginning, and you are introducing and toasting. It took a few minutes from the beginning to the end, sure. Did you really see someone?

Mo Shaoqian stood by the dining table, his eyes full of haze were always fixed on Dai Xiaochun.

Mr. Shen clapped his palms, looking very annoyed: "I'm so sorry, my nephew, when you are old and your eyes are dim, it's easy to lose sight of some unimportant things."

Pfft... Su Qingcheng almost spit out her saliva when she heard the words.

What are some unimportant things, is it okay for the old man to swear at people around the corner?
Mo Shaoqian's face became stiff after hearing what Old Master Shen said. Because the other party was an elder, he couldn't easily refute, so he smiled and said, "Uncle Shen is still young, so don't make such jokes."

"Oh, uncle is not young anymore, he is all planted in the hands of some juniors."

Mr. Shen lost interest in what he said, shook his head, and looked at Mo Shaoqian meaningfully, the meaning contained in his words was self-evident.

He winked at Dai Xiaochun who was beside him, "Come on, let's get acquainted, this is the eldest son of the Mo family, he has a little friendship with our family, but not much, just toast a glass of wine."

"Yes."

Dai Xiaochun responded obediently.

The waiter had already put on a new wine cup, she picked up the jug without changing expression, filled the small wine cup, held the body of the wine cup in one hand, supported the bottom with the other, and handed it to Mo Shaoqian.

"Mr. Mo, please?"

The wine cup was close in front of him, Mo Shaoqian saw his reflection from the bottom of Zhan Qing's cup, and looked up along the small hand holding the wine cup, deeply locked on the woman's face.

Just like those seemingly clear eyes many years ago, the familiarity engraved in his bones.

It's just not the same after all.

Many years ago, these eyes were as agile and innocent as a deer in the forest, but now they are a little darker, as if the years have written an unpleasant story in her eyes, making her look no longer as fragile as before.

Fragile?

Mo Shaoqian didn't know why he thought of this word, obviously this woman had always been a representative of scheming in his heart, how could it be related to fragility?
"Nephew? Are you still there?"

A doubtful voice came, and a pair of vague hands waved in front of his eyes.

Mo Shaoqian suddenly came back to his senses, realized that he had lost his composure, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's probably because I didn't have a good rest last night. My daughter at home is not feeling well recently, and it's too noisy."

When he said this, he looked at Dai Xiaochun meaningfully.

It just disappointed him.

The woman's expression didn't change at all because of the daughter he mentioned, but quietly, she handed the wine cup in her hand to him again.

Even a word of urging is not bothered to give him.

The familiar feeling of suffocation slowly hit his heart again, spreading to his limbs like vines. His heart seemed to be tightly entwined by vines, and the branches cruelly passed through the dripping flesh, making him breathless.

Looking at the small wine cup in front of him and the woman's indifferent eyes, he just felt dizzy.

He didn't know how to pick up the wine cup, he only knew that it took a lot of effort to barely overcome the trembling fingertips.

but.

When he touched the woman's cold fingers, his hand trembled uncontrollably...