The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

His voice was very cold, as if the gentleness of the table before it was fake, and a turn turned back to the indifference of the past.

Moxier was preparing to go out and the legs were hard to live, and she turned her head and looked at him with amazement.

"There are so many domestic servants, he does not lack people to take care of."

In fact, Moxier is just a situation that is not very reassuring. He has been taking care of himself for so many days, just want to know more about his situation.

However, these words, she is very clear that can not let Qing Muchen know.

Suddenly standing at the door, she did not follow her own temper, and I left without a trace, but the footsteps were not recovered.

Qing Muchen slowly stood up and turned her eyes toward her direction. His face had the seriousness she rarely saw. "I don't want you to go!"

Moxier's back was stiff and stiff, and he looked at him with his eyes in his eyes.

The two people are so worried, the eyes of Qing Muchen are very cold, and the firmness in the eyes is very obvious.

Since he married her, he hasn’t managed to have too much of her, but in this regard, he has decided to intervene.

This is his request for her.

She is his wife, how can he turn a blind eye to her careful care of other men's pictures?

No matter what the other party is with her!

As long as there are no blood men and women, for Qing Muchen, you should keep a distance!

Moxier stood stiff at the door for a while, staring at the fluctuations in his eyes, she seemed very embarrassed.

The emotions in the eyes of Qing Muchen are very complicated. Just look at her. In addition to the indifference in the eyes, it seems that there is still a faint expectation.

This way, let Moxier feel like he was gently smashed by something.

However, after a short silence, she thought about the care of her from childhood to her, and she took it back. She turned her back and went outside.

"Stand up!" came behind him and screamed at the anger of Qing Muchen, which seemed more violent than before.

Moxier ignored it, but the footsteps did not stop. Instead, they accelerated a few points. Like, they were afraid that their thoughts would be disturbed by his voice.

Quickly came outside the gate, pulled the car door and sat up, she slammed the car.

The sound of the engine of the car was transmitted to the ear of Qing Muchen in the room through a small garden. Qing Muchen quietly listened to the sound of her departure, as if she had been slap in the palm of her hand and stood stiff. The chill in the eyes is cohesive.

Outside the door of Moh, it seems to be quiet.

The rain outside didn’t know when it had stopped, and the Moh’s garden was quiet at the moment.

The vast living room is only one person.

The wind caught in the rain was faint, and the petals of the restaurant spilled over the table, and the orange-colored Charlotte fell to the ground.

Moxier seems to have left, and there are no other movements outside the gate for a few minutes.

Qing Muchen's back is very straight, and he hasn't returned to the place for a long time.

After going through last night, he thought she would change something for him.

It seems that he is wrong now!

Qing Muchen stood alone in the hall for a long time, looking at the direction of Moxier's departure, the coldness of the sigh, like the temperature of this season in Sicily, can touch people with frost.

Moxier drove in the road to the hospital, and walked back and thought of the reaction of Qian Muchen before going out.

Thinking of his eyes, she steadily drove on the road, and suddenly stopped.