The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Looking at her coldly, his eyes were swept away from her face, and her eyes were sharp enough to scrape her skin.

Such a person, Mo Xier is actually somewhat fearful.

However, from a small family environment, she has not shown weakness in front of anyone.

The beautiful little chin lifted up, she calmly and rationally took care of her hair, and the body withdrew from his arms. She turned her back and called the housekeeper.

"Help me to order some food."

The butler's service was very efficient. The house had a lot of things tonight, only two or three minutes, and a tray filled with food was sent to the two rooms.

The middle-aged butler also prepared two goblets and a bottle of red wine for the two.

When Moxier took the tray, his eyes glanced at the red wine bottle, and his facial expression was slightly stiff.

However, in just a few seconds, I recovered what I didn't have.

Looking towards the back of Qing Muchen, Mo Xier walked over to him with a tray, sat down on his own chair, took out the food in the tray and put it in. She gave herself and him a glass of wine. .

Raising his face, staring at the handsome man's face with a drunken look after drinking, she raised her glass and suggested, "Would you like to have a drink together?"

Qing Muchen’s slight glimpse did not seem to expect her to suddenly make such a request.

"Cross the cup?"

"Do it!" Unexpectedly, Moxier did not deny it.

Qing Muchen was delighted by her words. Originally, Mori’s face turned cloudy and clear, and she was quite happy.

"I will do it first!" Moxier touched his glass of wine and touched his cup. He looked up at the face and wanted to drink the wine from the glass. The wine glass was just sent to the lips, and the wrist was cold. Mu Chen buckled.

Moxier glanced, his eyes narrowed and he looked at him.

Qing Muchen’s big hand wrapped her slender white like a hand without bones, pulling her hand around her wrist, taking one of her own glasses with one hand, and making a cupping action with her, his The tone is very sloppy. "If you want to hand over the cup, you should drink it like this!"

He has been doing things very simply, and the arc is gracefully lifted, and the wine in his cup is cleaned in one bite.

Moxier just stared at him quietly, watching his empty glass, not swearing, and did not do any hands and feet, and solved his own cup.

Her amount of alcohol is not bad.

When I was a child, I lived in a place where the black/hand/party was piled up. Her character was not as delicate as a girl, and the amount of alcohol was exercised.

She didn't know how much the singer's drink was. However, in his current situation, she had already drunk so many cups earlier. Moxier felt that she might solve this bottle with him. The first drunk must be him.

Qing Muchen looked faintly on her red lips standing still with a drop of wine, watching the purple wine adorned with her blushing lips/valves, and his throat suddenly dried up.

Pulling the tie of his shirt, the arm suddenly hooked over her neck, his face aimed at her lips and wanted to lean over.

They all affixed to her lips/valves, and Moxi’s body suddenly tilted backwards, and the small hand stopped in front of his mouth, blocking his movements. “You don’t want to!”

"There are still problems?" Qing Muchen squinted at her, waiting for her next words.