The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier looked over the pile of food on the table, and a bottle of wine that had just opened. She calmly said, "I didn't have enough tonight, things just came up, so don't waste."

Qing Muchen is still a gentleman in this respect.

He is so bad that he can't do anything like a wedding night to make her hungry.

After all, what is going to be consumed is the physical strength of two people.

Shrugging, he spread his hand and motioned her to continue.

Moxier didn't know what thoughts he was thinking in his head, and he ate with a knife and fork.

I just tasted two foods, and my wrists were cold and I was pressed again by Qing Muchen.

Moxier's eyes lingered to him, and did not wait for him to open, she had already expected what he would do next.

"Your knife and fork is here!" Knowing that he wanted to grab himself, she first took the tableware under his eyes and handed it to him.

However, Qing Muchen did not take it.

"Hey me!" The big hand clasped her wrist, and he demanded it for granted.

Moxier’s heart trembled, and all his brains thought about the saliva on the knife and fork after they shared a pair of cutlery.

It’s disgusting!

Dirty is not dirty?

She hasn't shared a pair of cutlery since she was a child. Even when she was not eating, she didn't have to give her the contents of her bowl. They were all separated.

Moxier stared at his knife and fork for a while, and his goose bumps started to rise several times.

However, if you can't bear it, you will be confused.

"Okay, I will feed you!" calmed his face and concealed the disappointment in her eyes. She held the knife in one hand, the fork in one hand, and took the piece of fried fish to him.

Qing Muchen’s face was filled with the things she sent over.

Moxier gave him another glass of wine.

"The red wine of 1873 tastes very good!" The wine glass was handed to him, and she was appreciative.

"Yes? Let's find some more in the next day!" When Qing Muchen took over, he drank the wine in the cup. If he said it, Moxier felt inexplicably.

Moxier handed him a cup.

She has been pouring wine for him and rarely feeds him food.

Qing Muchen was originally on an empty stomach, and the taste of drinking on an empty stomach was not good. Before drinking so many cups, the groggy head was so chaotic.

Moxier sat quietly staring at him in the opposite position.

His eyes fixed on his face for a few seconds, observing his reaction, watching his slowly fascinating eyes, her lips swelled if she had nothing.

"This bottle is almost finished!" He poured another cup, stood up and smiled and sent the glass to his lips. Moxier's hand was lifted and he took the initiative to feed him.

She has a very good smell of Burmese flowers, a touch of light, and the night wind is a little intoxicating.

When you get close, the flowers are clearer.

Qing Muchen did not know what was being smashed, smelling the aroma of her body, and suddenly wanted to sink in.

The long arm grabbed her hand and pulled her to bring her belt to her side. She pressed her to sit on her lap, and she squatted, and her lips kissed her blushing lips.

His kiss was fierce in the church before, and biting her lip/petal, as if to taste a feast, with / 吮, entangled and refused to let go.

The taste between her teeth is particularly good, as clean as her people, clean like a holy snow, confusing him, can not help but want him to invade.