The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Her style is not like a woman who wants to refuse to welcome, or is, clearly, her own thoughts, but she refuses to face it.

The style of Moxier is something that has become a reality, and he will face it calmly!

Whether it was the initiative to go back to accept this marriage, or the feeling of Qing Muchen.

Qing Muchen is different from her. She is not stupid and looks very clear from beginning to end.

She will make the most impossible change for her. Because of her simple one-eyed tension, she will be so worried about setting up so many surprises for her because she is worried that she will find Sicily in the evening.

What I want in my heart, Moxier knows very clearly.

She is still young, he is also young, she does not want to see the marriage in the battlefield, step by step, and be cautious.

I like to be together, I don’t like to be well, and her thoughts are as simple as that.

In this marriage, she has taken a step forward, and she has taken more steps forward, but it is not bad.

Biting his lip gently licked, her tongue tipped his lips -

Qing Muchen's back was obviously shaken, and it seems that she did not expect that she would suddenly make such a move.

Jun face slightly crossed, staring at her face and looking at it for a while, his lips gently hooked up.

Moxier is still kissing him, holding his head, because of the relationship between the toes, the kiss seems to be somewhat unsatisfactory, but it is particularly focused.

The dense eyelashes are like a small feather fan that has been brushed lightly from the eye of Optimus Chen, bringing a slight current, hot, crisp and numb.

She seemed to dislike the two people's current posture, kissed and kissed, and suddenly turned him back.

A very overbearing action, like a wedding night for two people.

Qing Muchen now recalls every sentence she said that night, and she still has nothing to do.

Putting him under his body, he said arrogantly, if he didn't do it, she would change her to do her. It seemed to be active. Every time she said a word, she couldn't help but be red.

As soon as I fell into the memory, the smile of Qing Muchen's lips and ears was deeper and deeper.

Moxier seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with his indifference, kissed and kissed, and suddenly bit him hard.

Then, holding his face in both hands, learning how he had tossed her in the past, she scratched her lips with a deliberate intention.

Her strength is not merciless. How did she admire her in the past, she returned to him with the gourd painting.

"Baby, do you like to taste a little bit more?" Qing Muchen was exceptionally generous tonight, her long arm fixed her waist, and he took her to her arms.

Moxier's attention was on his lips, watching the lips that he was tossed by himself, and she suddenly stretched out the white index finger on his lips and gently stroked it.

Slowly, his lip line swam a circle, his fingertips fell in the center of his lips, and her strength increased.

Very hard to point on his lips, gently put a small strand of hair on his neck behind his ear, lifted up the delicate and small face, staring at him with a smile, she suddenly I came up with a sentence, "I want to let me agree with the request, but you have to promise me a condition."

"Say!" Qing Muchen was in a very good mood tonight. At this time, even if she said that she would like the stars in the sky, he would try to pick her up!

Moxier’s beautiful chin was lifted up and spit out a word. “From today, you can only be mine!”