The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, holding a bath and licking her skin, and smashing a layer of skin on her body.

Moxier is not afraid and screaming for such things, she simply wants to delay the time.

She had been tossed by him for so many hours before, and if she came again tonight, no one could afford it.

After spending nearly an hour in the bathroom, when she came out, Qing Muchen did not sleep.

Lazy in bed, arms around his chest, carrying his eyes, his eyes squinting at her, he seems to be very spirited.

Under the sly light, when the dark ink stared at Moxier, his eyes were even sharp, and when he was sharply falling on Moxier, it seemed to be able to tear the clothes on her body layer by layer.

Moxier was seen by him as a bit softer.

She is not a jealous person. Who has grown up from a family like the Black Hand?

However, she is somewhat unable to bear the gaze of Qing Muchen.

It was so fierce and cozy, as if with a flame, just looking at him, she could burn her.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Qing Muchen's overlapping legs were lazy and changed his position, his eyes gestured to his side.

Moxier knew what he wanted to do, and he jumped with a sigh of relief.

"Wait!" Didn't pass immediately, she went straight to her own bag.

Qing Muchen just looked at her movements with no expression, and did not stop.

Moxier looked back at what he seemed to be looking for.

The hand groped in the bag, did not find it, and turned the bag and looked at it.

"Hey? It’s clearly inside, where have you been?"

The voice of self-talking is small, small, full of incredible thoughts.

Qing Muchen faintly snorted, and his lips swayed up.

Did not make any reminders, looking at her movements with cold eyes, he appreciatively admired her panic.

Moxier's hand groped back and forth several times in the bag. He didn't find anything, threw the bag to the side, and walked away in the room.

Looked at the table, turned over on the sofa, still could not find anything, her eyes turned to the back of the squad.

"Are you turning my bag?" Looking straight at him, she asked directly.

Qing Muchen snorted coldly.

It seems that it is not stupid.

Guess it is him.

He always dared to do things and did not defend his behavior. He admitted that he was very simple. "Well."

Moxier stared at him and tried to ask, "Is the things I bought thrown away by you?"

"Well!" is still a succinct word, and he replied evenly.

“Why do you want to do this?”

"I don't like that feeling!" This time, Qing Muchen's answer is more direct.

Moxier rushed to his head with a breath of blood, watching his eyes look a little angry.

Just because of the feeling, he threw away what she bought?

Moxier’s chest is like being blocked by stones. He can’t say anything, it’s dull.

Just for his feelings...

Is there a reason to **** more than this?

However, Moxier is also self-regulating.

Isn't he always so scum?

She also expects him to care about the danger of the woman taking medicine.

Qing Muchen looked at her face with a change of green and white, knowing that she misunderstood, but still did not explain her behavior.

"Come here!" Lightly opened the thin lips, he ordered again to her.