The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"The fate is not here, can't ask for it, can't be anxious!"

She said that the head is the same, as if it was such a thing.

In the past, Moxier never believed in fate, but he expressed his conviction on this. If he said it, he almost immediately let Qing Muchen follow the letter.

Gently snoring, he suddenly felt that she was a bit ridiculous at this time.

Clear eyes have been chaotic, but forced to calm, but also when he can not see?

Moxier didn't pay attention to his expression, and he was still trying to convince him. "It's like marriage. It's not a fate. It's no fate. Even if you get married, you won't necessarily go on!"

When she was convincing his child, she did not forget to instill his own view of marriage.

In the view of Moxier, she and Qing Muchen are married and may not always be able to go to the last category.

Qing Muchen listened to her quietly, and the eyes narrowed down slightly.

His fingertips licked his temple, his face slowly lifted, and his long "oh" sounded.

"Is it?" Very distracting words. Obviously, for her words, he did not believe in one word.

The long finger leaned on her face and leaned against her. He spit out a word, "But I only believe that people will win the day!"

The loud words, like a small bomb, blew again in the mind of Moxier.

Moxier’s colorful face in front of a second was almost completely solidified in an instant.

She didn't seem to expect that the wording she had racked her brains would be countered by a sentence he underestimated.

The counterattack did not even give her any room to talk back.

Qing Muchen faintly glanced at her, and her lips slowly kissed her again.

His kiss was very soft and soft as if the flower/petal was softly passed.

Accustomed to his rudeness for so many days, such gentleness appeared on him, and for Moxier, it was as embarrassing as the illusion.

His mouth still has the aroma of red wine, and the mellow atmosphere stimulates the senses of Moxier, making Moxier sleepy.

If the two are just doing this kind of thing normally, Moxier will not reject him.

However, this time is different, he has a clear purpose.

When Moxier was stunned and kissed by him, thinking about his heart, she seemed to be splashed with cold water, and suddenly she woke up.

"Qing Muchen, you can't do this! Even if you are married and consider the child is normal, you can't force me to!"

With his arms crossed between the two, Moxier lifted his face and defended himself with confidence.

The belly grows on her, and life is her freedom. If she does not give her this freedom, what else can she expect him?

Her voice was loud and there was a strong resistance in her tone.

Every word is like a vitality that penetrates the eardrum of Qing Muchen, knocking on his heart, word by word, constantly echoing in his chest.

Qing Muchen squatted for a few seconds and fixedly stared at her for a while. He patted her cheek and suddenly floated out, "Just kidding! It's really true! Stupid!"

His words, like the wind blowing gently, can not find a trace of the previous.

He hurt her and has always been unrelenting.

Moxier has not been stupid since childhood, he is the first.

The expression on the face of Moxier was slightly received, but he did not care about this problem with him.

She looked at him, and she was telling him what the truth was.