The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

However, Qing Muchen’s face was always very light and light, and he could not find any serious traces on his face.

This way, let Moxier sigh.

Whether he is serious or has nothing to do with her, Moxier only cares about the final result is that he has accepted.

In this marriage, she has no freedom of choice. She does not want her future child. She has no power at all.

This is very persistent for Moxier, but fortunately he has taken it.

Qing Muchen’s corner of the eye was slightly sideways, and she glanced at her sullen face without any traces. She looked at her obviously like a baggage, and his fingertips slammed the narration phone screen.

His strength is so great that the mobile phone screen seems to have a slight earthquake.

How many people dream of something, she is so resistant?

It’s uncomfortable for Qing Muchen to be upset!

The mood that was still quite sunny today suddenly became cloudy.

Moxier did not look in his direction, and while he was not repenting, she stole from his arms and ran to the bathroom to wash.

The door of the bathroom was on the backhand, and she stayed there for a long time. When she came out, Qing Muchen’s face was still gloomy.

Moxier looked in his direction and stared at him for a few seconds. She groaned, but said nothing.

"I went downstairs to say hello to everyone." I just had nothing happened, she went straight downstairs.

After leaving home for so many days, after returning, I didn’t let my family see the figure. Yu Li, she should go on.

She left this place for a long time without going upstairs.

When she met her at dinner, two people sat at the table. She didn't know if she was deliberately avoiding his sight. The head was so low from the beginning to the end that the meal was very focused.

Qing Muchen had a low bullying throughout the night, and his face was sullen at any time.

His misunderstanding, even the usual light and thick dust of the nerves are felt.

"I have been in Sicily for a few days recently, and brought the haze of Sicily back?" The eyes slanted in the direction of him, and the light dust was not afraid of death.

"Roll!" Qing Muchen rudely returned to him a word, his eyes once again drifted to Moxier.

Moxier painted on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. When his eyes looked at the past, it seemed like a heart, and her eyes just turned.

The two men's eyes crossed for a few seconds, watching the thick chill on his face. She unconsciously squatted and continued to draw her own paintings.

She ignored Guarding Chen very thoroughly, as if he was not at home, a painting is for hours.

Qing Muchen sat in the living room, staring at her with a cold gaze. How long she had painted, he used her eyes to spray her for how long.

Moxier felt his sight, not afraid, but he felt that he was a little cute today.

A man who is horrified outside, at home, was provoked, and the one who did the most, but only shot her with a blind eye.

It seems that, recalling the marriage of the two men for so long, he has always been like this.

A man who never gets hurt, never hurts her...

The tip of the nose swayed gently at the tip of his finger. The lingering light of Moxi's eyes looked in the direction of Qing Muchen behind her. She suddenly smiled and bent her lips.

Her smile is very, very shallow, blooming on the beautiful face, like the red plum blooming on the snow peak, striking and dazzling.