The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier stood stiff and stood still.

Qing Muchen's eyebrows are picking up, but they are not angry.

Standing up, lazy to organize the cuffs of his clothes, he walked toward her step by step.

Moxier’s condition reflexively wants to go backwards, the impulse just happened, and Qing Muchen didn’t know where it came from. Moxier didn’t even see how his foot moved. When he returned to God, the rear road had already He was blocked by him.

Moxier was a little embarrassed, and her face was a few seconds long, and her breathing was deeply adjusted. Her face slowly lifted up.

It was easy to pluck a small strand of hair from the lower ear. She turned her back and went to the bed. "It’s just that I want to see the door being locked."

Qing Muchen snorted coldly and did not tear it down.

A few steps toward her, Moxier just came to the bed, his body suddenly posted up.

The two people's bodies are very tightly attached, and Moxier only feels that the back is like a fire, and it seems to be burning.

Her body in his arms was very stiff, and he could not help but tremble slightly.

Very subtle reaction, not careful observation, can not feel.

However, what is the elite sense of Qing Muchen.

Every expression on her face, every movement, and even the most subtle waves of my eyes, fell into his eyes.

Every expression of Moxier is written, she doesn't want tonight.

Qing Muchen is not a person who pours fragrant jade, but every time he encounters her weak side, he seems to be thrown away by the sharp wall of something in his heart. He has pity on her.

"Qing Muchen, will we continue tomorrow?" Moxier back to him, his voice faded from the past cold, soft, delicate and weak.

A wise woman should know how to succumb.

Moxier is a smart class. Naturally, she is more aware of how to do it than to compete with him.

Qing Muchen was holding her arms very tight, his arms were constantly shrinking, and she hooped her into the flesh and blood.

Moxier jumped quickly on the chest, and the waist was very painful, but there was no snoring, but the nerves were quiet and waiting for his answer.

Silence, spread between the two.

Qing Muchen seems to be struggling, and her body is licking and licking her, but she finally loosened her.

Moxier sighed with a long sigh of relief, and the cat carefully rolled out from his arm.

"It’s not too early, rest, tomorrow, don’t you have a lot of things to do?”

Raised his head and gave him a look, she first went to bed.

She knew that he would not move her tonight.

Give her a night's time, whether it is physical or medical problems, Moxier believes that he can solve it.

Qing Muchen really didn't move her tonight, but let Moxier rejoice that when he woke up the next morning, he was gone.

Only when he was busy for a few days to go home, Moxier suddenly relaxed a lot.

He is gone, she can save even medicine.

This time is still very early, it is seven o'clock.

In addition to the father and the servant, the rest of the Mohists have not yet gotten up.

"Grandpa, early! In the trimming of flowers, I will help you!" Moxier greeted the old man with a good mood and put a skirt into the flowers.

Under the armpit, just getting ready to work, outside the gate of the house, a respectful greeting suddenly came.

"Shi Shaoye, you are here!"