The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier’s body is obviously stiff.

The back was so straight, her foot was stopped, so stiff and standing there, stunned for a while, and the line of sight glanced at him holding his hand.

Qing Muchen’s hand held her tightly, and her hand wrapped her hand tightly. The fingertips of the two did not leave a gap.

Moxier’s hand was taken many times by him, but this was the first time she noticed how he was holding her hand.

His hand held her hand tightly, not the casualness of a man pulling a woman's hand, his five fingers, and her all entangled.

It’s so close, it’s like the relationship between the two is so intimate.

The skin on the back of Moxier's hand was wrapped in the heat of his skin, like a hot bake, and it was warm.

Qing Muchen did not explain anything about her behavior. She held her hand with her hand and took her to her office building.

Upon arriving at the office, he asked the assistant to move all the documents that should have been handled by the company. After entering, they did not come out during the whole day.

Moxier had nothing to do. He visited the room very casually, and then squatted on his sofa and looked at it with a magazine.

She saw that Qing Muchen was working intently, and her eyes had never been seen in her direction. She didn't care much about him.

Her movements are very casual, like in her own home, two slender legs swaying in the air, even without their own sliding skirt.

She wore a winter dress, and the skirt was very long. When Qing Muchen made her help, it was probably the carelessness of the person who prepared it, and forgot to prepare her socks.

It was still snowing these days, and she was wearing it.

As soon as the action was casual, the skirt fell to the big/leg and it didn't seem to notice.

A lot of white skin is exposed to the air, dazzling like a beam of light around her, and Qing Muchen, who is still reading the documents, is far away from her, and her eyes can't help but float here.

Moxier's calf, well-proportioned, slender, but not like the model on the runway, is all bones.

Her calf has a little flesh, not too much, but not too skinny.

Qing Muchen remembers every inch of her touch, as if the fingertips have just passed from her upstream.

Qing Muchen quietly looked at her like this, accidentally distracted.

Moxier’s legs were still swaying gently, probably feeling a bit cold. When she flipped through the magazine, she made a hand and pulled her skirt a few times.

Her movements were very casual, and she didn't look back. Her eyes continued to fall through her magazine.

The magazine she read was randomly placed by Qing Muchen. When Moxi looked at it, she didn’t pay attention. The book had been halfway through, and her eyes fixed on the baby photos in the magazine. She suddenly stumbled.

The page of the fingertips flipped through the magazine, and as every page looked like a piece of content, all her expressions suddenly froze.

The book she read is a baby magazine, and there are common sense about the baby in each period.

I found such a book here at Qing Muchen, which is what she was surprised at.

The head stared blankly at the magazine for a while, and her eyes looked stiff and glanced in his direction.

His eyes ran into him and looked at his sea-like groan. She seemed to be hit by a current, squatting there, and all the expressions on her face were collected.