The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The character of Moxier is not a big shackle of the child's face, nor is it a square-like summer with a smiling face, and Moxier's character is cold.

From small to large, except for her family, she smiled very little, smiled shallowly, and when she opened her face, it reflected her little face in the clear moon in the night sky, which was particularly eye-catching.

Qing Muchen probably didn't expect that she would suddenly turn her head and make such an action to him. He stunned, and the mobile phone at his fingertips almost slipped.

His expression seemed to linger for a few seconds. This is the first time that Moxier has seen him on his face since he met him for so long.

Moxier quietly looked at him like this, and the curvature of his lips was bent higher.

Nothing was said, she turned her head and continued to draw her own paintings.

Qing Muchen still hasn’t recovered from the picture, and his eyes are like being in a state of emptying, staring at her.

Until, around, the voice of Tong Yan suddenly sounded, "Brother, your present expression is stupid! Know the beauty of the river, but you don't have to stare at it."

Her voice is loud and the whole living room is audible.

There are so many people in the living room, and after a word, almost everyone’s eyes are brushed in the direction of Optimus Chen.

Qing Muchen was stared at with so many eyes, but he didn't feel embarrassed.

Calm down his face, stood up, and suddenly nothing happened, and he ignored his cuffs. He turned his head and looked at the white face. "It's time to see the ophthalmology!"

Tong Yan was very good to give him a step, just looked at him contemptuously, did not give himself a rebuttal.

Moxier’s line of sight once again looked in the direction of Qing Muchen, and looked up at him quietly, she was observing his reaction.

"Continue to paint yours!" Qing Muchen slammed into her eyes, faintly threw her a word, calmly went upstairs.

Moxier looked at his figure and moved. He looked at him with a cold face. She didn't say anything for herself. However, the smile on her lips had not faded.

Tonight, she went back to the room a bit, and after a few minutes of Qing Muchen's departure, she also went upstairs.

When entering the bedroom, Qing Muchen turned her back to her.

Seeing her suddenly entering the room, her eyes stayed on her lips for a few seconds. When she thought of her sudden smile on him, his face seemed a little embarrassed.

Back to her, with his back to cover up his own cockroaches, he coughed, and overbearing orders, "help me release water!"

Unexpectedly, today's Moxier is anomalous.

Didn't talk to him, she turned to the bathroom and helped him.

When Qing Muchen entered, she kneels on the edge of the bathtub, holding a shower in one hand and testing the water temperature in one hand.

The look of concentration is really like a wife who keeps his duty.

Qing Muchen stared at her for a while, and walked toward her in a few steps, and untied her shirt in front of her face.

"Already put it, let's wash it quickly!" Moxier stood up and wanted to leave the room straight. When he had already walked to the door, he thought of something, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

"correct!"

Qing Muchen glimpsed a little, and the hand that solved the button on the shirt paused, and his heart suddenly came up.

The corner of his eye slanted to her, and he waited quietly for her next words.

Moxier turned around and thought about the wording. "The last time I was in the ink, I didn't actually go to the hospital!"