The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier stared at him for a while, probably realizing that his gaze might make people think more, uncomfortable recovery, calm down his face, she said hello to him, "You are back!"

"Yeah." Qing Muchen faintly responded to her, and the slender legs came to her step by step.

Standing at the opposite position, she opened the chair and sat down, his eyes on the table full of food.

"Wait for me?"

"Just just today there is no appetite." Moxier pulled the corner of his mouth and answered the light.

"Is it?" Qing Muchen did not refute her words, but just fluttered out.

"Yeah, when I was preparing lunch, I tasted everything and tasted it. I was full when I was unconscious." Moxier was afraid that he would misunderstand, raised his face and added a sentence.

She spoke a bit fast, as if she was afraid of him thinking too much.

When I spoke, I kept staring at him.

Qing Muchen was originally concealed because of her previous sentence, but after hearing her last sentence, she slowly loosened.

"What did I say?" The thin lips smacked out a slight invisible arc, and his words were a touch of sorrow. "Miss Miss does not have to rush to explain."

Moxier looked embarrassed.

"..."

"These are also prepared for oneself alone?" Qing Muchen's gaze swept through the table one by one, and asked slowly.

Moxier is afraid that he will be more and more black, and this time he does not deny it.

"No, two people at home are eating, naturally for two people. One is also doing, the other is doing, and taking the opportunity."

"Is that for me?" Qing Muchen changed the way and asked.

Moxier was asked by him.

She just said that it seems to be not the same as his meaning?

"No, I mean..." She was a little embarrassed and eager to explain again.

However, when I reached the lips, I held back.

Forget it, misunderstanding will be misunderstood.

How much does he think about this relationship?

He is happy.

"Dining!" Didn't tangled on this issue, Moxier picked up his own tableware and used the meal.

By now, she has long been hungry.

When I was dining, I didn’t care about the image. I took the knife in one hand and the fork in the other.

Sitting in the opposite side, Qing Muchen secretly glanced at her.

Looking at her eating with gusto, the curvature of his lips was raised higher.

Have eaten like this, called no appetite?

Qing Muchen actually has no appetite today.

Originally not prepared to go back to the villa to eat, in the office, his lunch has already sent him to the light dust.

Just, thinking that she is still here, I don’t know how she solved it at noon. He hesitated and finally came over.

He ate breakfast late, and when he came over, there was really no appetite.

However, looking at this way, Moxier, his appetizing appetite, like adding a variety of flavoring agents, suddenly just got better.

These things are what she did for him.

A woman who is nominally called his wife prepared for him!

Inexplicable, Qing Muchen actually had some pride.

She was waiting for him at her and his home, and also made a soup for him to wash his hands!

Qing Muchen’s lips slowly rise, and she cut a small piece of her fried fish steak in a very good mood.

"The dish is already cold." Just entering the entrance, he faintly said.

Tone, not spit, but a little pleasant.