The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The skirt automatically shrank upwards, and there were no hidden legs and exposed parts.

The man's gaze behind him was obviously darker.

Xixi did not look back, kneeling on the ground and concentrating on rubbing his own mess.

She was very committed to doing things, her eyes fell on her own hands, and she did not look in his direction.

Even when I leaned over, the chest was faintly exposed and I was not aware of it.

Qing Muchen's gaze slowly walked along her tuned high tun to the looming lace under her chest chiffon, in the dark ink, a cluster of flames like the wind on the grassland in the night. The fire, the sly look, the dark ink, suddenly heated up.

The growth environment of Xixi is different from that of ordinary people, and the alertness will be much higher than the average person.

The action of rubbing the porridge slowed down, and the corner of the eye looked in his direction. The clear cockroaches ran into him and looked at the flame that was unmasked in his eyes. Her body was stiff.

"I am going to change the mop!" calmed down his face, and did not move to pull his skirt, stood up, lowered his head and wanted to leave the man around him without any trouble, his legs just opened, his wrist suddenly A strong force has been pulled.

The back of the West was stiff and the footsteps stopped.

The line of sight turned to him, and she asked calmly. "Young master, is there something?"

Qing Muchen’s line of sight was swept from her face, and her deep eyes twitched her eyes, looking at her gaze, like a fierce wind, scratching her face on the West, causing her skin to hurt. .

His gaze is actually very infiltrating.

It is not fearful that the evil spirits are horrible, but it is invisible and oppressive.

It is necessary to have enough courage to look at him.

The West Ridge was very straight, and he looked at him calmly, without retreating.

Two people, for a few minutes.

When Xixi was ready to make excuses to leave, the cold man couldn’t help, and the man around him spoke up. "You just got hooked / lead me?"

He spoke and spit slowly.

One word at a time, like a small bomb, the bombing of the bombing in the ear, the West is fried out of the coke.

"Where did the young master come from?" The face didn't fluctuate because of his words. Xixi lightly carried a beautiful chin and asked for it.

"Who allowed you to wear it like this in the kitchen?" Qing Muchen looked at her short skirt and saw her eyes full of picky.

"This is the uniform of the servant's uniform, the work of the kitchen is the young master you told the housekeeper a few days ago." Xixi calmly rebutted himself.

“The maid of the Qing family needs to kneel to work on the ground?” Qing Muchen’s line of sight is fixed in the skirt that she just covers the leg/root, literally, as if she was convicted of seriousness.

All the expressions on the face of Xixi were solidified, and they were righteous. They did not refute him. They just calmly refuted. "The young master told me to hold the rag. If not, how should I wipe the floor?"

Qing Muchen’s face was slightly stiff, and his line of sight moved down forty-five degrees. He looked at her face with pride and arrogance. His gaze reflected a cold mang, “selling the color, the phase is still strong?”

Wiping the floor is awkward, but how many people feel like she is so exposed and behind the front?

Sicily’s calm face was almost frozen at the second.

Is he forcibly convicting her?