The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The room was filled with the breath that the two had just enjoyed, and on the floor, her clothes were scattered all over the floor.

A skirt that was torn to the eye, a messy top, like an abandoned coat...

Qing Muchen was just like a person who had never happened before. He sat at his desk in a well-dressed manner and continued his work.

There was no expression on his face, and he could not find the shadow of the kind of thing he had just done.

The clothes on the body are very neat, the button on the shirt is buckled to the penultimate piece, and the workman is exactly like the wild and rough he saw in Moxier, just an illusion of her.

Moxier sat stiffly on the sofa, staring at him like this for a few seconds, his eyes a little sore.

She didn't like the slogan of this kind, and the indifference was like the blood flowing in the ice.

All the emotions, he came directly and also collected quickly.

It seems that anything can be used for him.

However, after thinking about it, she can look forward to what happened to Qing Muchen?

She doesn't love him, he doesn't love her either. Isn't he the best state of him and her now?

The sight was taken back from him. Moxier didn't care too much about it. The toes touched the sofa, bent over and picked up his clothes on the ground. He wanted to put on his clothes. However, looking at the torn strips on the skirt, she Suddenly a burst of fire in the chest.

How is he going to let her go back?

Moxier was annoyed with his behavior and would wear the torn skirt. She deliberately pulled down the waist of the skirt so that the skirt would lower the cover, but the effect was not obvious. .

Qing Muchen’s hand strength did not know how big, and directly tore her skirt to the big/leg.

Moxier was a little embarrassed, stiff standing in the same place, and suddenly some were at a loss.

Qing Muchen's gaze turned to her squint, staring at her like this, and looked at her, and took her coat next to him. He walked toward her in a few steps.

Came to her side, the coat went to her, turned her body to face herself, lowered her eyebrows, and he focused on helping her buckle the clothes.

He was originally much taller than her, and the clothes were on her body, and the buttons were buckled. The length was just right enough to cover the upper part of the Moxier's knee.

Moxier gaze lightly, staring at himself like this for a while, not being restrained with him, very calmly accepted.

The clothes are tearing him, and he gives her, it should.

"Trip!" Walked in front, pulling the ends of the neckline of the coat, and she first went outside the room.

Qing Muchen slowly followed her behind and left the room.

When I walked out of the office building, the sky outside didn't know when it started to snow again.

Christmas has passed, and the weather in C city this season is basically close to zero.

After Moxier came out, because of the cold, his head was reflectively drilled into the broad coat of Qing Muchen.

Covering the whole face halfway, and going a long way forward, she seemed to be ringing something, and suddenly he stared at him and looked at him.

Qing Muchen was originally dressed less. In such a cold season, when he came to the office building, he wore a thin sweater with black windbreaker and wool.

When the coat was given to her, when she came out, the sweater on her body was so thin that Moxier first discovered that he also had a thin side.

Looking at him like this, she groaned.