The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

He said that of course, her child will be his, and he has half the decision, it is as simple as that.

Moxier was mad at him and his face was red for a while, but he could not argue.

He did not say anything wrong at this point. At least, during the validity period of the marriage, his statement was correct.

As for the future...

Moxier was silenced by him for a while, his face slowly raised, and he did not argue with him. Instead, he faintly returned to him. "Who will be right in the future?"

She still has no children in her stomach. When she has, what will she be with his marriage? She doesn't know, he doesn't know.

The expression on Qing Muchen's face slowly stopped, her eyes swept past her figure, staring at her for a long time, and when she was about to leave the room, he suddenly said, "No matter now or in the future." , must be!"

Moxier's back was stiff against his body, and the steps under his feet slowly stopped.

The body slowly turned, and the corner of his eye slanted to him. "Is Mr. Qing so confident?"

"Wait a wait!" Qing Muchen did not make unnecessary arguments with her, and took a step in the room to visit, he began to sort out his own things.

"It’s been so many days out, is it time to go back!"

He is reminding her of her identity.

As a person of the Qing family, she has been away from home for so long, she is time to return to China!

Moxier just looked at his movements, did not help, and did not refuse.

Qing Muchen helped her to pack things up and took her straight downstairs.

His pace was very fast, and he made a phone call with his father.

"Dad, suddenly there is a little urgent in the country. I and Xier first went back. This girl has troubled you and my mother these days."

Simply notified the other party, hung up the phone, pulled Moxier on the bus, and his car brushed out and went directly to the airport.

His series of actions is very simple, the speed of the car is very fast, like, it is really in a hurry.

It’s like, I’m worried that I’ve stayed here for a lot of time, giving the woman around me a chance to refuse.

All the way to the C city by plane, when the arrival, the next day.

Moxier had been sitting on the plane for too long. After returning, he slept silently.

Long, I don’t know how many hours I slept, when I woke up, the man who couldn’t see the figure at home on weekdays was still at home.

Qing Muchen sat on the sofa chair opposite the bed and stared at her quietly.

He had a glass of wine on his hand and watched her look slow.

He seems to be thinking about something, his eyes are deep, and the point of stopping is the stomach of Moxier.

Moxier was seen by him as being blown by a cold wind, and the body could not help but squat.

He groaned and his eyes moved along his figure. She didn't react to the meaning of his eyes at first.

After a few seconds, the two had a conversation in Sicily before, and when they knocked in her mind.

"What are you looking at?" She asked me to be cautious when she was not wrapped up in her body.

"Nothing." Qing Muchen faintly returned to her, the neck was lightly lifted, raised his face and sent the red wine into his mouth.

“Is it not busy today?” Moxier tried and asked.

"Fortunately." Still a faint word.

The ambiguous two words make the Moxier sink.

Today, he inexplicably made him feel the crisis.

“Do you need to do other things?” Moxier asked again.