The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

In fact, Xixi did not want to express any opinions on this matter. However, it was Tong Xizhen who took her to sit here. Faced with her, Xixi was not as hostile as it was when she faced Chen Muchen.

His eyes glanced at a wedding dress drawing. She chose the bottom one to hand to Tong Xiyu according to her own preferences. "Mrs, I think this is a good set."

At this time, Qing Muchen just walked downstairs and turned his eyes toward the direction of the two. He glanced at the piles of drawings and picked his eyebrows.

Tong Xizhen seems to be more convinced of the vision of the West, and she is also very satisfied with the set of things that Xixi is interested in.

Staring at the drawing for a while, she licked her lips and smiled and took the picture up. "That's good, let's just set it!"

They are all ready to be finalized, and Qing Muchen suddenly walked downstairs and took the drawings.

"What is good? This kind of thing should be listened to by the parties." They did not give Tong Xiyi an opportunity to explain for himself. He took the drawings and was ready to go. Next to it, Xixi suddenly added, "Yes, Madam, I should listen to the meaning of the parties."

The words of Qing Muchen are her satisfaction with his minority.

She likes his statement.

According to him, if the party has not appeared, the wedding dress can not be selected.

Qing Muchen seems to be surprised that she will reconcile herself in this kind of thing, and the steps that have already been taken have suddenly been taken over.

"Miss Cessy, why do I have the feeling that you don't want this wedding to be held smoothly?"

Looking at her face, Qing Muchen suddenly spit out a sentence.

His words are actually based on intuition.

He has always believed in his instincts. At least, his instincts have not been missed so far.

Approaching him with purpose, how can I want him and other women's weddings to go smoothly?

Qing Muchen naturally misunderstood.

Sicily didn't care about any of his thoughts. However, when she said this in the face of Tong Xi, it made her a little embarrassed.

Tong Xiyu seems to be stunned, and she is over the head. Her eyes are incredible to look at the West, as if she is asking the truth of the words of Qing Muchen.

Sicily was somewhat uncomfortable when she saw her, calmed her face, and she said faintly, "The young master really likes to joke!"

Clear and faint tone, I want to bring him just like that, who knows, Qing Muchen seems to have no intention of letting go, "Is it not?"

"No!" Xixi vetoed his words and his face slowly lifted up. She said with a blank expression, "I hope that you and Miss Moxier are happy forever!"

"Is it?" Qing Muchen looked at her and apparently did not believe her. "Why does this young master think Miss Sissi is very reluctant?"

He seems to have forgotten that there is a child Xi Xia present, and the tone of talking with the West has always been lazy, scattered slowly, and is quickly becoming a mood.

The West Face was stiff and stiff, the expression solidified for a few seconds, and the corner of the corner of the eye was slightly squinted, and the child’s side stared at the next child.

Tong Xizhen has never liked her and Qing Muchen to go too close. After the appearance of Qing Muchen, the brow has been slightly twisted, and it seems to be somewhat unpleasant.

Qing Muchen completely ignored her face, still like a single and Xixi together, the tone of the speech, people have some teeth itching.

Xixi was blocked by him for a while, and his eyes moved away. "Young Master, you misunderstood."