The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Dining!" Qing Muchen stared at the ring for a long time, released her hand and returned to her position. After sitting down, she took the knife in one hand and the fork in one hand, and used her meal gracefully.

Moxier's hand pulled back and stared at the ring above quietly.

There is still his temperature on her fingertips. When a small ring is worn at her fingertips, it will be like a hot, a heat flow slowly spread along the ring covering the skin, the thin warm current Like a spring, spread through her blood vessels, all the way to her heart.

In the eyes of Qing Muchen, Yu Guang looked at her side and stared at her.

Mo Xier’s gaze stayed on the ring for a long time, and Qing Muchen did not estimate the error, at least two minutes.

Just a ring can watch for two minutes, she should like it?

The lips are lightly hooked, and the face of Qing Muchen's face is softer.

Moxier probably noticed the sight of his falling on himself, staring at the ring's gaze, and used his own meal if nothing had happened.

Holding a knife in one hand, holding a fork in one hand, cutting a small piece of beef, I wanted to send it directly to my mouth, and the corner of my eye slanted to the petals of the table. Her movement suddenly stopped.

They have already obtained the marriage, and it is not surprising that Qing Muchen knows her birthday.

However, Moxier did not expect him to remember.

I didn’t expect that today’s parents would not be there, and they would be with him!

It is obvious that Qing Muchen did not remember her birthday in these two days. It would take a long time to prepare the villa decoration.

Everything he prepared for this evening is not like a temporary thought, something that can be arranged temporarily.

What Moxi does not understand is why he has to do so much for her?

Qing Muchen’s work was never a person who would explain it to anyone. After he had finished the meal, he did not say anything afterwards.

After dinner, Qing Muchen did not seem to return to the plan of the Qing family, squatting in the living room to decorate the Christmas tree.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Look at him. It should be prepared to have Christmas together here.

For Moxier, it is only the difference between him and his home.

Where he is, wherever he lives is the same for her.

Also did not mention the matter back, Moxi children used the meal to go up and down in the villa to visit.

After visiting the floor on one floor, when he passed by Qing Muchen, he was suddenly stunned by him.

Pulling her to her side, pressing her to sit down, he handed a golden satin to her, "Help, together!"

"Is this holiday still?" Moxier took the things in his hands and squatted in front of him. He was not afraid of hearing him. He also said, "It’s naive!"

Qing Muchen swept her cold and corrected it very coldly. "Help you."

The smile of Moxier’s mouth slowly converges and stops the hand playing with satin.

"I have been around for a long time."

"Is it?" Qing Muchen did not refute her words, but how to listen to it was like questioning.

Moxier actually likes Christmas from small to large, although it has not been for a long time.

The reason is to linger with my birthday.

For her, Christmas is equivalent to giving her a three-day birthday.

At that time, she and every child looked forward to the gift.

And Christmas can make her look forward to three days a day.

Just, how does Qing Muchen know this?