The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen’s face remained slightly sag, and his eyes sank into thick ink.

His hand squeezed the phone very tightly, and the roots of the bones glowed in the sun.

He seemed to be struggling with something, and the leg that was lifted was set on the gangway. After taking the call, he did not take another step.

He looked at him like this, and he twitched his eyebrows.

"Brother..." He tempted a call to Qing Muchen.

Qing Muchen was facing him, his face still held his posture, and there was no reaction.

"Brother, we should go!"

Qing Muchen still seems to have not heard his words.

His eyes were heavy and he didn't know what he was thinking. There was a large group behind him who was going to follow him to Sicily. He couldn't see it.

"Brother, everyone is waiting!" Qing Chenchen once again reminded, "Would we like to fly first..."

I want to urge him to board the plane. In a word, before he finished, Qing Muchen suddenly turned around and strode out to the airport.

"Brother, where are you going? Not going to Sicily today, the wedding may not be too late!"

His call was loud, and he tried to stop the man who left at such a crucial moment. However, Qing Muchen did not know that he heard it, and the steps under his feet did not mean to stop.

His pace was fast, his height was high, his legs were long, and he disappeared into the airport in a flash.

Qing Chen was shocked to watch this scene. For the behavior of Qing Muchen, Zhang Er’s monk couldn’t figure it out.

There is still such a long-awaiting team in the back. Qing Muchen suddenly left, so many people gathered here, and Qing Deng did not know what to do, only one phone call to Tong Xiwei.

"Mom, brother is gone!"

"what did you say?"

"Suddenly left before boarding the plane, like looking for someone. Sicily still can't go?"

The other person on the phone was shocked to hear his words, and the landline in his hand slammed into the ground...

The departure of Qing Muchen, like the sudden disappearance of Xixi, turned around and there was no more shadow.

The wedding is about to take place. It is only two or three days, and the plane that has to sit in Sicily for a while, if the singer does not show up, the wedding will inevitably be affected.

If Moxier hasn't found it yet, now he even ran, what is it like?

Tong Xizhen was somewhat angry. He had dialed his phone several times in the past few days. However, he was not answered once.

Tong Xiyi turned to him angrily and said, "Where is it? The wedding time is coming soon, no matter for any reason, come back now!"

Turning off the phone button, she was uneasily squatting in the room, and she was at a loss.

Qing Muchen has never been a person without a sense of proportion. On the day of the wedding, so many guests were invited. What is he suddenly like to leave?

For the first time, Tong Xiyu has not been so angry with Qing Muchen.

When the front of the head was ruined, it was cold, and next to it, the sound of Qing San Shao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly came. "What are you worried about? Isn’t Xixi also gone?"

Which pot does he not open?

Tong Xizhen is now anxious to be messed up with a wedding plan, but he is telling what Xixi left.

Tong Xizhen did not understand his words, and he blamed the sentence. "A personality is all about your own way!"

Qing Yafeng has no time to lay a gun.

What is it about him?