The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

It is not the identity given to Moxier. It is only her person.

Moxier is able to understand where the pair is different from the previous one.

However, what she did not know was that the purpose of the squad to send the ring was not what she understood.

Qing Muchen did not explain anything about her behavior, took her hand, and fixed her ring on her ring finger. Qing Muchen stared quietly for a moment and took the ring in her hand. I threw it into the garden outside the window.

His movements are very simple, no pain, and the place to throw is a lake.

In the middle of the night, a sound came from the sound, and Moxier knew that the ring had fallen in.

There is no cheap thing for Qing Muchen to buy.

Although the original wedding ring of the two people is of little significance, it is that Moxier witnessed the slogan of Qing Muchen.

He bought a lot of things that day, bought in Rong Xi, Rong Xi’s things were originally expensive, a pair of rings, a necklace and hundreds of millions.

That pair of wedding rings is of extraordinary value.

Thousands of things, she did not expect him to throw so crisp.

"There is no need to throw it away. It can also be used to sell when it falls." Moxier reminded.

Qing Muchen glanced at her coldly and pulled her hand down. She took the wedding ring in the petal and gently put it on her.

When Qing Muchen prepared the pair of rings, she did not let her go with the test, and did not even let Moxier know.

However, the ring is worn on her hand, and the size is as tailored as it is.

Moxier's hand is small, fair-skinned and slender.

When wearing a ring, the skin of the white enamel and the brilliance of the diamonds converge, but it is pleasing to the eye.

Qing Muchen stared quietly at her hand on the ring and stared at it for a while, and her lips were satisfied with the rise.

Moxier was completely rigid and allowed his movements to stare at him.

“Why did you suddenly do this?”

"I can't understand it!" The answer to her is his short three words.

Moxier's face is slightly stiff.

What is the reason for this?

"How can I not get used to it? I am wearing it very well!"

Qing Muchen swept her a faint look, and the thin lips glimpsed a little, and the sound came out with a long sound. "Like?"

His tone is a bit strange, and it has a bit of meaning.

Moxi was stunned, but the reaction was quick.

"You misunderstood! I don't mean that!"

Does he like what he likes when he likes it?

"What does that mean?" Qing Muchen pulled off his original wedding ring and did not give Moxier a reaction time. He threw it out of the window.

The ring, which is a few times bigger than her, flew out in the air, and the track that followed the ring just fell into the lake.

I didn't look at it side by side. Qing Muchen lazily took out another ring in the rose bouquet. He wore it on his ring finger.

"Nothing, just think that the size is right." Moxier looked at the direction of the ring just falling into the water, calmly explained for himself.

"Yes? Isn't this dress suitable?" Qing Muchen took her hand and reversed her back. Her hand was side by side with her. One big, one small two hands side by side. Looking at the diamond ring in the hands of the two men, he seemed to be satisfied.

Moxier didn't want to entangle this problem with him. It wasn't her money, she didn't lose her money. He didn't care about it. What kind of strength did she care about?