The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier only said that he just said it casually, he didn't pay attention. "Well, it has been done for a long time."

“It’s been a long time since it’s been made?” Qing Muchen slowly repeated her words, and the tone was a bit long.

"Yes..." Moxier just wanted to reconcile, and when he reached the lips, he suddenly solidified.

Qing Muchen's deep ink gaze glared at her, and there was a bit of starlight shining in the middle.

He looked at her, his lips curled up slightly, and his mood seemed to be very good.

He is smiling at her.

Very rare smile, smile is very light, but it is as pure as the melting snow.

The thin lips scorned, and he came up with a long sentence. "A long time, have you been waiting for me?"

Moxier was asked by him and he did not know how to answer.

In fact, Qing Muchen actually has a lot of things, and in the morning, he received several reports and reported the accident.

After getting out of bed, his mood has been very depressed.

However, just a few minutes after coming back, it was like the sky after the sun penetrated the clouds, and suddenly it became bright.

He was delighted by her.

Just a small move.

She is waiting for him to come back at home.

This is simple.

What is marriage?

There is no definition of Qing Muchen before marriage.

At that time, he did not imagine any way of marriage with Moxier.

However, after so many months, Qing Muchen suddenly discovered that it is not good to have her life.

Now, he even thinks that if he and she can continue to go on, this marriage may be beyond his imagination.

Moxier did not pay attention to the wrong words, fearing that he would let him misunderstand more, and pick up his own tableware. At the back time, she quietly used her own meal.

From beginning to end, no more words are said.

"I will go to the office to handle some things in the afternoon. If you are bored, let Yan Yan come over to accompany you, or, if I go to the office with me?" Qing Muchen used the meal and told her about her afternoon. Itinerary.

"It doesn't matter, I am used to it." Moxier, who was always silent, raised his face and returned to him.

Her tone is completely indifferent, as if marrying him, she is more accustomed to a person's life.

The movement of Qing Muchen slowly stopped, the tableware in his hand was put on hold, his face was slightly lifted, his eyes swept to her, and he spit out a cool sentence. "Is this too much time for Mrs. Qing to blame for the husband?" ?"

His words are very indifferent, however, listening to the ears of Moxier, but how to hear how to have a bit of yin and yang.

Moxier's red lips were slightly open, and he looked at him with a stunned look, and his throat looked like an egg.

Is her words so easy to misunderstand?

He coughed and returned to God. She calmly said, "Where is the younger master saying this? I know that you are usually busy, and there are many things in each branch. I won’t bother you here. What are you up to? What are you going to do!"

She denied it very simply, "you", and did not know whether it was ironic or the distance between the two.

Qing Muchen did not like to look at the face, slightly distorted.

"Wife, how do you say this? As a husband, care about your wife, isn't it?" The lips outlined a sullen, he smiled.

Shallow smile, see Moxier scalp a bit numb.