The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier slept unexpectedly tonight.

I slept for a long night, and when I woke up the next day, it was already past nine.

The snow stopped for several days in a row, standing on the balcony and looking out, the whole island was in a silver world at night.

The snow in the mountains, the silver in the trees, and the snow on the ground make this small island beautifully beautiful.

Moxier comfortably stretched out, standing in front of the balcony and staring quietly at the room to look at the mountain view. After a quiet cold air blew, she pulled the neckline of the clothes. Gao, the face that was not big enough was buried in the collar and turned into the house.

This is her second time to come to the night, not familiar with this place, but it will not be unfamiliar.

When she went downstairs, Qing Muchen was absent and left a note to her.

The words are very simple, the message is very simple, just a simple sentence: I went to work, there is breakfast in the kitchen.

Moxier looked at the paper quietly for a while, and his lips were slightly tilted.

She didn't care about any of Qing Muchen's itinerary, but he suddenly began to take the initiative to report with her, and her mood was a bit pleasant.

Staring at his own self for a while, Moxier put the note down and turned to the kitchen.

Breakfast should be prepared by MU Muchen to let the servant come over. When she did it, she didn't know.

Moxier slept very well last night and was not disturbed.

Take the toasted bread from the oven, apply some jam, and bite the mouth. She poured herself a glass of milk and drank it while she was in the room.

According to her previous understanding of Qing Muchen, every time he went to a place, there should be a lot of accumulated things to deal with.

At least, she and he should not leave the island today.

Moxier had already visited the whole island yesterday. There was nothing to do at this time. One person turned around in the villa, thought about it, went to the kitchen to find the ingredients and prepared for lunch.

Qing Muchen will not come back at noon, she does not know.

She is pure and boring, and she has prepared this lunch as a practice cooking.

At the end of a hearty meal, it is already twelve and a half.

When Moxier walked out of the kitchen, he raised his mobile phone and watched the time.

It’s already so late, he shouldn’t be back.

A person came to the table and sat down, holding the tableware, wanting to dine, just staring at the food at the table, and then looking at the empty position opposite, Moxier had no appetite.

When the tableware was put on hold, Moxier stared quietly at the position opposite him, decided to wait.

In case, is he coming back?

She sat on the table for more than an hour. At two o'clock, outside the villa's gate, the door was accidentally heard.

Moxier looked at the source of the sound and stared at the doorway for a few seconds. Her eyes were stagnant.

In the garden, the sound of footsteps came from the hustle and bustle.

A smooth and powerful pace is Optimus Chen.

Moxier looked at the direction of the hall door, and he did not respond to it. He suddenly appeared.

The footsteps of Qing Muchen are still approaching the house step by step.

After a few seconds, people appeared at the mouth of the hall.

Looking sideways, her eyes and her side up, looking at her sitting at the table, he seems to have stunned.

The two people looked at each other so quietly, and the eyes of Qing Muchen stayed on the table. What surprised Moxi was that he came back.