The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The room was quiet and quiet as if I could hear the sound of snow falling outside.

Neither of them spoke. Qing Muchen was very patient and patient today. She did not interfere with her thoughts and left all the space for herself to quietly meditate on these issues.

I don't know how long it took, and Moxier's long-lost face slowly lifted up. She said faintly, "Who will be right in the future?"

An understatement did not negate his hypothesis and did not answer positively.

However, for his question, this may be the best answer she can give.

She did not make a mistake, the future is still long, what will happen in the future, she does not know, he does not know.

Discussing this now, in fact, does not make any sense.

"The water temperature is getting cold, wash it first!" Pulling his hand out of his wrist, Moxier took a step outside the bathroom.

The door was gently brought in, and the subtle sound echoed above the quiet bathroom, and then drowned on the roof.

Qing Muchen stood quietly in front of the bathtub, and the body still maintained her posture when she left. It seems that she has not recovered from her words.

A person pondered for a long time, a long leg to the bathtub, and regardless of the snowy weather, the water temperature has already been cold, but lying in the bathtub, he poured a few cold water on his face.

He is crazy, and he cares so much about her attitude towards herself!

It is located on the island at night, the weather is cold, and the temperature is much lower than the urban area.

Qing Muchen had been soaking in the bathtub for a long time. When he came out, Moxier had already slept.

However, I didn't fall asleep.

Moxier's body curled up into a group of nests on the bed, and they quickly shrank themselves into turtles.

I tried several times to force myself to fall asleep, but not once.

She is not afraid of cold. When she was a child, in order to train her physique, she trained her as a boy and drank the ice lake.

However, after getting married with Qing Muchen, the two people are used to sleeping. Every time a person sleeps, there is less personal being around. She seems to be getting more and more uncomfortable.

Moxier hated this kind of self, and pushed the sheet to the top, and she continued to hypnotize herself with her head.

Qing Muchen is slowly approaching her, she feels that he is getting more and more leaning towards her.

When he came to the bed, he seemed to go to bed.

Moxier was afraid that he would fall asleep and make something to him, and the body would shrink into the inside.

When he didn't exist, he tried to go to sleep several times, but he didn't succeed.

The temperature of the room is very cold. It is probably that the degree of coldness of Qing Muchen is much better than that of ordinary people. He never lives in the room where he lives.

Moxier is iced from head to toe.

The colder the hands and feet, the more I can't sleep, the more I can't sleep, the more she rolls on the bed.

Qing Muchen watched her roll over and stared at her back for a while. She probably couldn’t stand it, and her long arm stretched out. He salvaged her into her arms.

"Sleep!" The faint sound sounded above the top of the head, without any fluctuations, and without a bit of past love.

Moxier’s body in his arms was slightly stiff.

Qing Muchen did not say anything more, gently slammed on the eyes.

Moxier put his back on his chest, quietly listening to his breathing, feeling his even heat, her body relaxed.

Not struggling, looking for a comfortable position in his arms, she also smashed her eyes.