The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

She said that she was justified and said nothing wrong.

The one who can give birth to a child is her, and the child born is also her. What rights does he have to decide whether she wants a child or not?

Qing Muchen’s blue ribs on his forehead were so strong that he stared at her coldly, and the chill in his eyes seemed to freeze her.

No matter what the ink is still there, the lips are cold and cold, and his eyes turn into evil. "I need to remind you a word, Mrs. Qing, no work done by me, child's business, you decided?" ”

The person responsible for sowing is him. Without him, she was born?

Half of his children have the right to decide on him!

When he is not looking up, he never looks at the occasion.

Mo Xier’s face was red and white for a while, so he could not wait to seal his mouth.

Shameless!

shameless!

She didn't seem to be too angry. She didn't talk for a long time. However, the conversation between the two people, listening to the ink in the ear, was like listening to the flirtatious couple.

Qing Muchen’s face was very cold. After the appearance, the eyes were sharp and seemed to be awkward.

He tried every means to stop Moxier from buying medicine. However, she reached her destination through other men.

For the second time, Qing Muchen’s mood to see her taking medicine was more complicated than the first time.

Mainly because Mo Yan is still there.

That kind of mood is like watching her accompanied by other men, killing him and her little life.

Although, in fact, Qing Muchen is very clear, Moxier's stomach does not have any movement at present.

Moxier knows his mood is so complicated, he can't mix him with his mouth, afraid that he would say more embarrassing, she turned her head and bent on his car first.

She is very smart at this time.

Know that in the current situation, you must go to the car of Qing Muchen to calm the war.

Qing Muchen’s acquaintance was still satisfactory, followed her on the bus, but did not immediately leave the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jun face slightly side, his eyes turned to the ink pot standing next to him.

“Is I always in City C?”

"Fortunately." Mo Yan's voice is faint.

Qing Muchen did not entangle his wording, and his thin lips raised a cold arrogance, and he said with no expression.

"In the past 19 years, I am very grateful to Mr. Mo for the protection of Xier, but, later, I don't need it!" He paused and his tone suddenly increased. "She will have me later!"

Ink's face was very calm, and there was no wave of sorrow because of his words.

His eyes and his eyes are still very light. "The young master decides what to do is the thing of the young master. Similarly, how do I do it is my business!"

His words did not have any concession from Qing Muchen.

Qing Muchen’s face sank, almost in an instant, and the face brush was completely black.

A cold eyes swept to him, and Qing Muchen held the steering wheel and received the strength. Moxier clearly heard the sound of his knuckles.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Yan just looked at him with no expression, his face did not change.

Moxier trembled, staring at this and looked at it. He looked at it again. He was afraid that the two of them would make trouble, pushing Pushmu Chen to the side and squeezing him to the driver's seat. She replaced him. Take control of the steering wheel.

"Ink, I am fine, go back to Sicily!" Throw a word, the throttle under the foot slammed, she slammed the car.

Her speed is very fast, and the car skills are better than many men. I drove up and it was so cool.