The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

His sight, straightforward, red/naked, without a trace.

When it fell on her, the cold scorpion seemed to suddenly ignite a small cluster of flames, and the temperature of the dawn was a lot hot.

Sicily is still asleep, and his arms are very tight.

In the kitchen, a night breeze suddenly boasted through the window from the garden.

Probably the relationship to the frozen, her hand once again explored her own skirt.

It seems that I want to pull the skirt high, but I have pulled it several times and I have not figured it out.

The gaze of Qing Muchen moved along her hand, and the dark sputum fixed the piece that appeared on her leg. His gaze was very dark.

Probably a good relationship from a small family, the skin of the West is very white and white, delicate like a rose petal moistened by rain, crystal clear, even under the light with a slight light, bright, some thorns qing chenchen's eyes .

The skin is so white that there is no trace of sputum, and through his angle, she can even see her thin blood vessels.

Qing Muchen stepped closer to her, and stood by her side, looking at her on the ground, looking at the white dazzling piece of her legs, not moving away.

Fight, rush.

The rice porridge on the cooking table is still boiling.

Probably the air pressure in the pot was too large, and suddenly a "squeaky" sound came from the room, followed by a "beep" sound, like something, falling on the ground.

It is also accompanied by the sound of the liquid drips on the ground.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of the abrupt sound almost instantly made Wester wake up.

When the line of sight turned behind, the rice porridge in the pot was still tumbling.

The clean black table on the original did not know when it was wet, and the white piece was circled along the pot, and the tick was still falling on the ground.

In the kitchen, it was a mess.

"Working time is lazy?" Above the top of the head, the man's voice screamed coldly, without any explanation, and directly stamped her.

Too familiar voice, so that the back of the West is stiff, his face slowly raised, his eyes on the other's eyes.

The man standing next to him has one of the best looking faces in the world, black and deep, five senses, and even the thickness of the lips, impeccable.

This should have been a very pleasing face. However, it was a nightmare for her to come here from West.

She only came to the Qing family for 14 days. After coming, Ming Ming’s singer was not at home.

However, every time she opened a small gap in her work, she was hit by him almost every time!

Although Qing Muchen never said anything about her, but every time he came back, she increased the workload more than once, she knew, and he must not be in a relationship!

Although the housekeeper is a servant, but she has no enmity, how can she let her work overloaded?

"I will make up the time of the lack of work!" The eyes glanced at him coldly. She didn't make any defense for herself. She turned and squatted on the floor and wiped the porridge on the white floor.

Her movements are much more familiar than when she first came.

He was busy on the ground and looked like a passing servant.

Her legs, slender and slender, a standard length skirt worn on her, will be a bit shorter than the average woman.

She probably forgot that Qing Muchen was still around, and when she was busy on the ground, the tun department was elevated.