The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The expression on the face of Moxier was coagulated, and the hand holding the umbrella shivered slightly.

Qing Muchen is still moving forward, his back is very straight, the slender legs are staggered, and the pace is not urgent or slow.

The rain outside is still under, the big raindrops of the beans hit the umbrella surface, the water drops from the umbrella surface, splashed on the cobblestone path beside the Moxier, slamming, stirring up the tiny water.

Qing Muchen didn't seem to mind getting wet, and did not hide from start to finish.

The behavior of Moxier Gang is actually purely kind. This is her rare initiative to care for Qing Muchen.

However, what she did not expect was that, in exchange for it, it was such a cold water.

Moxier looked at his back with no expression, still standing still in the same place, without the meaning of catching up.

What does she care about him?

What kind of person is he, even if it rains, what?

Why can't she care for him when she is not sick in the winter?

The Mohist garden is not big, but the cobblestone path leading to the main house has been around for a long time.

In the middle of the encounter with several servants who just passed, seeing the squad here, seems to want to send an umbrella, but he was coldly rejected.

Mommy’s mother is just in the living room, and her mother-in-law has always been distressed by her son-in-law.

Seeing Qing Muchen, whose clothes were already soaked, she exclaimed and took the umbrella and walked out. "Hey, Muchen, why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Looking in the direction of the gate, I saw the Moxier who looked at the scene with a cold eye. The mother Momo screamed at her. "What are you doing in Xier? Why are Muchen so drenched?"

It's not my business?

Moxier was stunned by her.

"Don't you take the umbrella?" Mommy saw that she didn't respond and shouted.

"Mom, don't you have an umbrella in your hand?" Moxier still stood stiff and ignored.

"Let you take it over and take it!" Mommy suddenly had some hate for her.

Moxier was helpless and could only walk towards the two with an umbrella.

Her pace is very slow, as if she is extremely reluctant.

Qing Muchen, who had never received her feelings before, did not know whether it was to cooperate with the mother of ink, or for any other reason. He even stood quietly and did not continue to go to the house.

On the micro side of the corner of his eye, he stared at her quietly.

Moxier is still coming towards him, step by step like dragging it out.

Mama mother couldn't get used to her so warm, and when she was about to approach, she stretched her hand and directly smothered her.

Moved the umbrella in her hand halfway to cover Qing Muchen, and Mommy smiled. "Well, you both go in, I have something else."

Throw a word, people go straight.

"Go!" Moxier held an umbrella and first went to the house with a step.

Qing Muchen did not shirk this time, let her cover the rain for herself, and did not mean to take the umbrella.

Moxier and Qingmuchen have a height difference, and the rain is floating down. In order to take care of Qing Muchen, she lifts the umbrella very high.

As soon as the umbrella was taken high, the result was that the rain outside the umbrella was blown by the wind all over her face.

Moxier took a few steps and his footsteps were stiff.

Qing Muchen just looked at her faintly, still ignoring the meaning, and not a little bit embarrassed.

Such a person, let Moxier suddenly want to marry him.

Helpless, here is the Mohist, she did not dare to make it.

Keeping the action of lifting the umbrella, she continued to help him out of the rain.