The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen made a slight glimpse and stopped.

Over the side, his sight looked at her slightly, waiting for her next words.

Moxier stood under the stairs, raised his face, his eyes staring quietly at him, his lips moving, and asked directly, "Why should I prepare so much this time?"

The dark ink of Qing Muchen flashed slightly under the light.

The line of sight slowly swept along her face. He stared at her quietly for a moment. The thin lips twitched slightly and did not answer her question. He faintly asked, "What do you think is the reason?"

Moxier was asked by him.

When did he think about her thoughts?

Qing Muchen succeeded in asking her no words.

Qing Muchen stood on the stairs and looked at her condescendingly. Through the dazzling lights, he could capture every expression on her face.

The expression on the face of Moxier was a bit sullen. This is how many times he saw this expression on her face since he knew her.

Qing Muchen stared quietly at this look, and she looked at it for a while, her eyes stunned.

The two men looked at each other so quietly, and Qing Muchen took back his sight and continued to walk away from his own side.

Moxier looked across the head and stared at the rose-filled table not far away. Her eyes were a little lost.

The reason why Qing Muchen did this tonight, she didn't even guess.

Moxier does not want to be passionate.

The location of this villa in the Qing family was particularly beautiful, in a manor.

The backyard is a large piece of fruit trees, and the front yard is a fountain, a stream, and a garden.

City C snowed in these two days, and Moxier came to see the first snow here for so long.

When I woke up the next day, the snow was getting bigger.

The whole manor was covered in snow, and the light snow fluttered around, looking out into the ground, and the branches were covered with silver.

When Moxi came, the clothes were a little thin. When I woke up, I had not been out of bed and had been frozen.

Over the side, the man around him was still sleeping.

The long eyelids cover the deep eyelids. When you sleep, Qing Muchen does not have any aggressiveness. The curve of the face is soft, and the natural curvature of the lips is slightly squatting. When he is asleep, he even feels like Moxier. very nice.

Moxier did not know whether his face was his face or his soft expression at the moment, but his eyes did not move away after falling on his face for a long time.

The snow outside the window is still under the hustle and bustle, the snow is silent, and the world is quiet.

Qing Muchen is probably a creature that is not afraid of cold. The sheets prepared for the bedroom are very thin, so thin that when Moxier is lying in the bed, his body is still squatting.

Moxier grew up in Sicily. Although Sicily is Europe, it rarely snows.

She is actually not adapted to the cold weather.

The cold air floated out of the window, and Moxi was chilly, and the body squatted slightly. The corner of the eye was silent and stunned.

Qing Muchen's eyes are closed and the breathing is very uniform. There seems to be no sign of waking up.

Moxier stared at him like this, and he looked at it for a moment, and tentatively extended his hand to his chest.

Qing Muchen’s chest is very hot. On such a cold winter morning, it is still hot like a soldering iron.

Some of Moxier couldn't stand the coldness of his hands and feet, but he didn't think much.

Seeing that he didn't wake up, her body like a small animal also drilled into his arms.