The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier’s line of sight looked stiff in his direction and slammed down slightly.

Qing Muchen's thin lips twitched slightly, and her light vertical eyes were very leisurely decorating her own Christmas tree, and she ignored her eyes.

"Did Mom and Dad have called you?" Moxier asked.

"How?" Qing Muchen lazy and gave her a sentence.

"Just ask casually." Moxier looked faint.

However, out of curiosity, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there?"

It was only with the parents who gave her a three-day birthday that only the parents gave Moxier.

It is normal for parents to do this kind of thing. Which parents do not always use their minds to make their children happy?

What is more surprising about her is that Qing Muchen will do such things.

The first reaction of Moxier was what Mom Dad said to him.

Qing Muchen was decorating the ribbon, as if he had not heard her.

Moxier’s body moved in his direction, and his hand was directly on his arm. “Is it?”

Her movements did not care so much for a while.

I didn't realize how intimate the two were.

This kind of intimacy is different from the intimacy of two people every night, one is only physical, one is natural, and the soul is.

After her hand was picked up, Qing Muchen seemed to smash it.

The hand wrapped around the ribbon was held, and the corner of the eye was slightly on the side. His gaze was a faint look on her hand.

Moxier didn't realize that his behavior was abnormal. He was so hopeful that his face suddenly looked awkward.

After a few seconds of squatting, the lips were not moving, and her hand was stiff and closed.

Qing Muchen's gaze moved slowly along her hand and stared at her face.

Moxier's face seems to be somewhat uncomfortable, with a delicate face and nothing to pretend to be a small hair before the forehead.

Her face is still red, and the light is reflected in the color of the crystal lamp, like the petals to be placed.

Qing Muchen stared at her like this for a few seconds, and her lips twitched slightly.

The mood, like a sunny day, suddenly opened up a touch of sunshine, a lot more clear.

"That doesn't matter." Looking back at her face, she faintly returned to her, and he continued to do his own thing.

Moxier stayed a little uncomfortable beside him. He stood up and wanted to leave. He just had an impulse. The hand of Qing Muchen suddenly stretched out out of thin air and held her hand, involving her just on his arm. That one, put it back on his arm.

His movements are natural, as if they were lovers in love.

Moxier just stumbled on it and didn't push him away.

Qing Muchen’s eyes didn’t look in her direction, and she still started her own business with a happy mood.

Occasionally, she will be ordered, "Help!"

Moxier cooperated today, he gave help, she helped.

Fingertips touched his entwined ribbon, and Moxier's hand cleverly became a bow-like shape.

Her movements are very skilled and should be due to the excessive Christmas from childhood to big.

Qing Muchen’s lips were pumped, and nothing was said. He quietly continued to do his own.

A Christmas tree, the two spent a few hours to decorate, and after squatting, they went straight upstairs.

Moxier stood at the stairway and watched his figure leave. When he was about to go to the corner, he couldn't help but stop him.

"and many more!"