The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Wife, improve efficiency!" Qing Muchen probably touched the sight of her projection, a touch of reminder.

Moxier, "..."

Moxier was speechless to him, and stared at him for a while, and he continued to be busy with his side.

Her cooking has always been bad. When I was at the house, every meal I prepared was almost unqualified.

However, when I returned to Sicily, the soup that gave me ink, the technology seemed to leap several levels at once, and suddenly it improved.

When the soup was out of the pan, the whole room was full of aroma.

Qing Muchen looked at her and walked out of the kitchen with her plate. The original face was suddenly stiffened.

When Moxier didn't see him in the whole process, he took the soup bowl and went to the bed of Moxi. He saw his hands and feet wrapped around the gauze. Moxier sat down at the bedside.

Holding the bowl, she seems to want to feed.

However, Qing Muchen, who was not far away from the corner of his eye, had just had the urge to hold back.

The slender white hand held the spoon tightly, and she looked down and looked hesitant.

Qing Muchen looked at her with a sullen look, her eyes as cold as she wanted to hang her.

If she dares to feed him in front of her face, she will die!

Where is his husband and his name?

Moxier had a quiet time for a long time. He lifted his hand with a spoon, put it down, lifted it up, put it down again, and repeated it several times.

Mok's gaze turned to her side and did not miss her little movements. He seemed to squat.

He was also staring at Moxier, his eyes fixed on her hand, and the heart followed her movements.

Qing Muchen's thin lips are arrogantly squinting. His eyes are sharp and he is directly warning her with his eyes.

Moxier saw the sight of his projection, but struggled for a while and eventually took the spoon.

Calm down his face, his eyes turned to ink, she whispered, "Your hand is not convenient, I will feed you!"

Qing Muchen’s cold cockroaches shot a sigh of relief, and the light was so cold that she could tear her.

Ink seems to be a bit surprised. After her words, she squatted for a while. After returning to God, she did not know whether it was the illusion of Qing Muchen. It seemed that his lips were slightly raised.

A smile, very light and very light, but, in the eyes of Qing Muchen, but like a thorn, glaring in his heart, seeing his eyes hurt.

Is this proud of him?

Moxier did not look in his direction, and took the spoon to feed the ink.

In the few minutes that she had just been silent, she actually considered the feelings of Qing Muchen.

However, she is her, he is him, she and he are not real husbands, the two are themselves independent individuals, why should she be so cautious for him in his own territory?

Besides, for Moxier, the relationship is clear and clear, and it should be frank.

If, because of his presence, he twisted and twisted, in the eyes of Moxier, it would only make him misunderstand.

Qing Muchen knows her thoughts. After seeing her hand and picking up the spoon again, her eyes are always gloomy.

His glory was engraved on her like a knife, as if to scratch her.

Moxier calmly held the spoon and continued to go to the lips of the ink, "Drink and see!"

"Thank you." Mo Yan smiled at her and smiled. He just prepared to send his face to the spoon. In the room, the sound of yin and yang was suddenly sounded. "Wife, I am hungry!"