The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier lightly curled his eyebrows, and his body in his arms was very stiff.

Raising her arms, she was struggling at first, just thinking that both of them were married in front of so many people, and now it is not necessary to resist.

The raised hand fell, and Moxi decided to let him.

However, she is obviously absent-minded.

When he was kissed, her eyes were fixed on the bottle, and all the thoughts in her head were how many cups he would get drunk.

Qing Muchen has always been a patient person.

Kissing and kissing, I wanted to hold her to go to bed. Moxier’s face changed slightly and her hand pushed him. It seemed a little nervous. “Wait a minute!”

Qing Muchen's eyebrows picked and waited quietly for her next words.

"When I finished the food!" Moxier shrank down from his arms and took all the food on the table to his side. The bottle was pushed to him.

She didn't give him food to fill her stomach, as if she was afraid that he would wake up after eating something.

From beginning to end, she has been giving him a drink.

At this time, Qing Muchen’s head was already unclear, and the stomach was very uncomfortable.

After she was connected and poured a few cups, the effect that Moxier wanted did not reach, and was not drunk.

Just, the stomach is guilty!

Qing Muchen's stomach is not good, busy dealing with the night and the company's business, forgetting three meals a day is a common thing.

In the long run, the stomach gets worse and worse, and if you accidentally get sick.

Moxier didn't know this. She hadn't observed it for so long.

If you know, maybe she will be kind to him.

Qing Muchen twisted his eyebrows and sat down on the chair. The cold sweat on his forehead seemed to be uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" Moxier didn't react to what was going on at the beginning. He stood up and walked in his direction. He explored his forehead and secretly checked his condition.

Qing Muchen’s eyes were scornful, breathing a little heavy, and she didn’t know what she had heard.

"Speak!" Moxier pushed him.

The head of Qing Muchen was skewed to the other side of the chair and still did not respond.

Suddenly, the Moxier suddenly stopped.

Aside from being overwhelmed, several bodyguards outside the room suddenly rushed in.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Very nervous voice, a few big men gathered around, check the view, rummaging the cabinet in the room, it seems that this situation has long been eccentric.

"What happened?" Moxier stood next to the station and made room for a few people.

"Small stomach sickness, maybe drink too much tonight!" One of the bodyguards explained.

Moxier, "Does he have a stomach?"

"It was very early." The bodyguard said.

Moxier is wrong.

Her expression is a bit sluggish, as if some of them are unacceptable.

Qing Muchen is just a man with such a strong killing power. How can he have this disease?

Stomach disease is actually a very common disease that can be seen everywhere in life.

However, this kind of thing is associated with Qing Muchen, and Moxier is still somewhat unacceptable.

The bodyguard was busy in the room for a while, and found medicine for Qing Muchen, and let him take it out after he took it.

The footsteps of the cockroaches disappeared outside the room, and only the Moxier and the two were left in the house.

Moxier stood by the bed, staring at the bed, his face was pale, and he looked quietly, inexplicably awkward.