The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"What is more important than accompanying his wife?" Qing Muchen looked to her side, stood up, walked slowly toward her, sat down beside her bed, and sent her unfinished wine to her. Before the lips.

Moxier jumped a few times after he approached, almost conditionally reflective, her body shrinking back.

After the back of the ridge against the cold bed screen, I was probably aware of how embarrassed I was. She calmed her face and raised her face slowly. If she had no reason to manage her hair.

"I don't need people to accompany you. If you are busy, don't worry about me." The eyes turned to the wine he sent, she just looked at it, but didn't drink.

"How do you say this? Marriage is not companionship?" Qing Muchen withdrew the glass and sent a drink into his mouth.

Her eyes turned to her red lips after she woke up, watching quietly, his eyes glimpsed a darkness.

The long arm hooked her neck, and in the gaze of Moxier, he suddenly made a gesture that shocked her.

Pressing her face against herself, the cold lips sticking to her, the tip of her tongue tilting her teeth off, and he suddenly forced the wine in his mouth into her mouth.

His movements seemed to be gentle, but the hand that hooked her neck was overbearing, and did not give her a little room to struggle.

"Cough cough..." Moxier couldn't take a big sip of alcohol, and the pain in his throat was so hot that he almost blew her tears out. "Cough... cough..."

Qing Muchen looked at her with a red face and took her to her arms. Her big hand fell on her back and helped her pat her back.

"How are you so careless?"

His tail was dragged long, as if he had forgotten that he was the culprit, and he blamed her.

Moxi was so angry that he wanted to kill him with a hand knife.

Lifting her face, she screamed, "You are enough!"

"I didn't start doing anything!" I ignored her angry face, and he returned to her indifferently.

All the expressions on the face of Moxier suddenly solidified.

Just looking at him, his eyes and his cockroaches, looking at every wave in his eyes, she secretly recalled all his abnormal behavior today.

Staring at her belly, sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up, red wine...

Moxier squatted for a while, and the body suddenly shook gently, and his face was white.

Qing Muchen did not miss every subtle expression in her eyes, and her lips were coldly hooked up.

Her eyes fixed on her red lips with wine drops, her hands on her head, her face pressed against her, his lips kissed her.

Biting her lip/valve, his shallow licking/kissing for a while, the slender hand pinching her small chin, he suddenly popped up, "I have been married for so long, about the child's problem, is it right? Considering it?"

boom!

There is something in the mind of Moxier that has been blown up.

really!

This is what he premeditated!

"Qing Muchen, you listen to me!" An arm rested on his chest, her head was drilled out of his arms, and he opened a distance with him.

Moxier was bombarded by his head for a few seconds, but her head was especially good, and her mind was quick.

She turned quickly and she began to think about convincing his rhetoric. "Every child is a gift from God. This kind of thing is about fate. When fate comes, it will be there."