The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

His wife, the volume is a bit high.

It seems that the relationship between the two is more intimate.

Cheng Aning shook his head and stood outside the window with no expression, and did not give him any reaction.

Mo Yu didn't seem to have much patience with her. She didn't wait for her meaning. She took the seat belt and took the car and wanted to leave.

Cheng Anning stood in front of him and replied in a cold voice, "This is my car!"

"Is there a difference?" Mo Yu drove the action and looked at her sideways.

Cheng Anning wanted to let him drive his own car, but all of them were adults. She couldn’t say such naive words.

Look in the eyes of outsiders, as if she was eating vinegar in Fang Chi Xia, deliberately difficult for her.

"No difference." Staring at him for a moment, she grinned and pulled the car to the position of the passenger seat.

Mo Yu slowly started to drive to Luo's home after she fastened her seat belt.

Fang Chi Xia itself is a lot of people, and the relationship with everyone on the night is not bad. When I was in the car, I was chatting with Mo Yu.

Mo Yu is actually a person who doesn't really talk much. At least, Cheng Anning has known him for so many years and has always thought so.

However, Xu was driven by Fang Chi Xia, and in front of her, he could talk a lot.

The voice of two people, from the hospital to the Luo family, did not stop.

Cheng Anning was very thoroughly aired from beginning to end.

The eyes turned to the window, and the head was pillowed with window glass. She smacked the voice of the two people from their ears.

When Fang Chixia got off, she didn't know.

When I woke up, people were already outside the door of Mojia.

Mo Yu first down the car, open the door, bent over seems to be ready to hold her down.

The arms were already stretched out, but when she saw her suddenly waking up, he probably didn't expect it. After a few seconds, he almost touched the hand of her waist, and he was drowned by him.

Bending down, he tidy up his trousers if nothing happened.

Gently patted the dust that didn't exist at all, and straightened up, he walked in front and went home.

Just one sentence, floating from behind, "I have something to say to you when I enter the house!"

Cheng Anning stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Mo Yu did not explain, and returned a few steps, holding her hand, pulling her and going to the house.

After entering the house, even the shoes were too lazy to change, and dragged her through the hall halfway, upstairs, back to the master bedroom, and slammed the door.

"There is nothing to say directly." Cheng Anning turned his back and looked cold.

"What is the coincidence between today and Chih Chia?" Mo Yu walked toward her step by step, standing in front of her, letting her eyes be forced to look at herself.

"Otherwise, what do you think of Mo Shaoye?" Cheng Anning raised his eyebrows and raised a sarcasm in his lips.

Mo Yu’s arms were on her chest and she didn’t answer her words, just staring at her.

His gaze is not as sharp as that of Luo Yibei, and his eyes seem to be able to tear people apart.

His eyes are clear and cold, and if Luo Yibei is a sharp blade, his image is like a sharp wind. Although it will not be as scary as the former, it still looks like Cheng Aning’s back is bursting with coolness.

He stared at her for a long time, as if studying the authenticity of her words.

After a while, his face suddenly tilted in the direction of her, and her fingertips pinched her sharp chin.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Anning looked at him with vigilance and leaned back.