The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Very light and very light sound, if you put it in peacetime, don't listen carefully, you can't hear it.

However, in such a quiet night, it seems to be magnified several times, slightly weak, but exceptionally clear.

In the castle, the footsteps of 吭, 吭, 吭, 吭 continue.

It rang in the corridor on the third floor and then moved to the other floors, followed by the spiral staircase, the living room, and the underground cellar.

The people in the kitchen didn't seem to notice it, and the slight breathing was not affected at all.

Outside the kitchen, the footsteps seemed to lean slowly toward this side.

The kitchen is leaning against the corner of the room, a slender figure curled up into a group of knees and sitting on the knees, the head of the head is lightly cushioned by the door next to it, and the scattered hair covers the face. The gently falling head shows that the owner does not seem to be outside. Noisy is affected by the slightest.

On the cooking table, the porridge in the pot is still boiled.

The swollen water vapor impacts the top of the transparent pot, and the top of the pot seems to be at risk of being washed away at any time.

The footsteps outside the room are still approaching this side.

When I arrived at the door, the sound slowed down.

In the room, the woman in the corner was still asleep, and she seemed to notice the closeness of the other person. However, the eyelids moved slightly, but did not open.

This is the second week of her coming to the Qing family. After the coming of more than ten days, the butler has arranged a lot of tasks for her every day. Every day and two nights of work, it is really exhausting.

The footsteps outside the door are still approaching the room, and the sounds of cymbals, cymbals, and cymbals appear more and more clear.

Eventually, the disappearing position is at the door of the room.

The woman in the corner seemed to be sleeping well and did not pay any attention.

Qing Muchen stood at the doorway, and his long body cast a shadow behind him. His cold eyes looked for the woman who was breathing to the corner, watching quietly, and the scorpion was very tight.

As soon as he appeared, there was no sound in the words. The temperature around him seemed to be suddenly a few degrees cold, and the pressure in the whole room was also low.

The woman in her sleep was inexplicably chilly, her body shrank in the corner, and her hands were reflectively groping her clothes.

She wore the standard maid's outfit, and the simple skirt was paired with a neat apron. There was no special design. It was normal and ordinary, but it could be worn on her--

Qing Muchen's gaze fell on her, and she walked down halfway through her half-faced face and walked past her slender white neck. She slightly revealed part of her chest beauty/muscle. The neckline stopped for a while, then the waist was so weak that it was too weak, and then it was because of the knees, the large pieces of beauty/legs that were unintentionally exposed.

His eyes stayed on her for a long time, and the cold and cold sputum seemed to heat up a lot with the shift of sight.

Xixi did not seem to be aware of his situation at the moment, and his head was still sleeping.

Qing Muchen’s arrogance took her back and forth several times, and the line of sight did not move away.

From his perspective, he can look at her very well.

Looking down, I can even see some black lace that is looming under her skirt--

Ordinary, but the usual maid's outfit is the feeling that she is wearing a system/clothing/temptation/confusing!

This woman is a fairy!

This is the conclusion that Qing Muchen once again reached after the first meeting between the two on the last cruise.

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The first time the two met in the hand-picked bride, the unimpressed treasures can look at it from the beginning~ I am the pro-author~