The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen took a step in her direction and took two steps. Her fingertips pinched her small chin. "Is nothing to say?"

He looked at her eyes very cold, as if he was exploring, staring at her for a while, as if to see her.

An inexplicable drop in his cruise ship, really, so smart?

Qing Muchen stared at her sharply for a long time, clasping her chin's fingertips and slowly moving down, swam through her long neck, and when she landed on her shoulder, her fingertips slammed.

Xixi only felt the pain of a cone on his shoulder. He hadn't returned to God. The strength of Qing Muchen's wrist was aggravated, followed by a slamming sound, and she leaned against the wall behind her.

His speed is so fast that he is the same as the wolf who is aiming at the prey. The strength is great, and there is no bit of pity.

The body of Xixi hit the wall, and the wall made a squeaking sound, and her head was a little dizzy.

Lifting his wrist, his eyes fixed on his neck, her hand made a knife-shaped, reflexively want to resist.

However, his eyes ran into his face and did not know what was considered. Her hand slowly fell down.

The eyebrows were screwed, she just expressed discomfort, and did not make any protests.

The stubborn little face lifted up and looked at him calmly. She replied coldly and coldly for herself. "The young master has heard a word called the sin to be added?"

"Yes? Was it smashed?" Qing Muchen snorted coldly, and her words seemed to be extremely despised.

"I'm not interested in you!" Sisi looked to his hand on his shoulder, his tone was cool, "Can you let go?"

Her name for him is respectful from beginning to end.

However, the tone of the speech, the eyes that are not humble, but the humble of the servant from beginning to end.

This woman is a tough cat!

This is another impression of Qing Muchen on the West.

Xixi didn't wait until he let go, raised his hand, pushed his hand away, and his back went straight out of him.

Like nothing happened, she turned and left the kitchen. She found a mop, dragged the dirty floor, wiped the dining table, and looked at the porridge in the pot. Over the first pot, I poured it all clean.

From the beginning to the end, she has been self-contained, and she seems to have no reason to ignore him.

Qing Muchen stood in the corner, coldly looking at her every move, annoyed in the chest.

After Xixi sorted out the kitchen, he left.

Her daily work needs to end at 12 o'clock in the morning, a full six hours more than the average servant!

I came to the home for fourteen days, every day.

After leaving the kitchen, on the way back to his small room, all the people in the Qing family seem to have rested. Only the housekeeper is still outside the kitchen, and seems to be waiting to be on standby.

The figure of Qing Muchen moved along the figure of Xixi, watching her leave the living room and go upstairs, her eyes were deep.

The west side of the eyes of the west corner of the eye, the slightest look at him, ignored.

Going back to her small room, the bathtub was filled with water, and she took a shower for herself comfortably.

When I was at home, the housework didn't have her turn.

The nineteen-year-old life, all the rough work she has done, is concentrated in the days after coming to the Qing family!