The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Just a few times, it is strong and real.

Moxier squatted for a few seconds, and what it meant to be reflected, there was something in his head, and the bomb exploded.

Qing Muchen is still holding her away. His pace is very slow, and he does not know whether he is holding her or not, or deliberate.

The place where the two are located is not far from the villa, and it is only a few hundred meters away.

However, it is such a short distance, but it seems to be thousands of meters away. It seems that it will never go away.

There was no expression on his face, and her arms were very tight.

Hard leather shoes step on the ground full of snow, rubbing the snow to make a small sound, the whole world, as if only his footsteps are left.

Moxier stared at him stiffly, his eyes fixed on his face, his face didn't know how, and it was slightly red.

A long way.

Neither of them spoke, and Qing Muchen focused on his own path.

His arms, like full of strength, holding her, are not too soft.

He kept her steady, and Moxier did not appear on him for a fall due to his mistakes.

So let him take advantage of himself, this time Mo Xier, the heart has never had the peace of mind.

She didn't know where this kind of peace came from.

However, it has been found in this man many times.

One and her directly married without any familiar process, a husband who is always thinking about when this marriage ends!

This is the case, he will make her feel at ease!

It seems to be paying attention to the sight that she projected. The original murderer, who was in front of her eyes, suddenly glanced at her.

The four eyes were handed over, watching her staring at her own embarrassment, his eyes softened like a spring breeze.

Moxier is still staring at him.

His thin lips twitched slightly, his face was still the expressionless face, so arrogant, cold, at any time, the world was nothing to look at.

However, I don't know if it is my own illusion. Moxier actually saw a few points in his eyes that were inconsistent with his gas field.

Moxier’s chest suddenly jumped again, and the red face was unconsciously hot.

Qing Muchen did not miss her subtle reaction, her eyes glanced carefully from her face, and his lips were suddenly and slightly involved.

He seems to be laughing, and he seems to be in a good mood.

Moxier was a little embarrassed, uncomfortably licking a small long hair behind his ear, scattered the hair that had been smashed, and blocked the hot cheek.

"Hurry back!" Suddenly nothing happened, she faintly reminded, "I am heavy, holding hands sour."

Her weight is in her early 90s.

According to her height, it is not heavy at all.

This kind of self-blackness, she said it is particularly pleasing.

With the poisonous tongue of Qing Muchen, she thought that he would pick up the sentence, "Do you know?"

However, what she did not expect was that what Qing Muchen actually returned was, "It doesn't matter, I don't want to give up!"

He took it naturally, and the tone did not seem to be a banter in the past.

The expression on Moxier’s face was slightly stunned, and his face turned stiffly against her face, and she groaned.

Qing Muchen stared at her and stared at her. When she looked at her, his twilight was clear and clear, so that she could look through her.

Moxier was so watched by him, and he accidentally went away.