The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

He seems to be surprised by this discovery, and the sound is a bit long.

"Yeah, isn't this supposed to be?" Moxier calmed down and followed his words.

Her answer seems to once again make Qing Muchen squat.

"Oh?" A single tone, the tail is long and lazy.

"Yes, I care!" Moxier gave him a very positive answer.

She really cares.

His illness will directly affect her and his marriage life!

She is not only concerned, but also always pays attention!

Although Moxier was not vicious and hoped that his situation had been deteriorating, he really didn't want him to recover the iron shot so quickly.

Qing Muchen sat down on the sofa next to her, her legs stretched out in a relaxed state, her eyes narrowed to her, "Show me the performance!"

Moxier is a very intelligent woman, only needs him a look, she immediately understood what he meant.

"You just ate very little, I will help you to cook a warm stomach soup." Turned out of the room, she went straight downstairs.

She is not a person who is good at cooking. This is as early as before marriage, and Qing Muchen has been taught.

She went there, stayed in the kitchen for a long time, and even went out at night.

Moxier is actually simply not wanting to face Qing Muchen alone.

Instead of being with him, she would rather study soup in the kitchen.

She is really not good at this, tried several times to add Chinese medicine, and the weight and type have been added wrong.

The chef next to him couldn't stand it. She interrupted her several times. "Mr. Little, would you help me? The young master knows that you have been to the kitchen and you should be very happy. The young lady has this heart, the young master looked at it." The same is true for me."

He clearly misunderstood the interest of Moxier.

He took Moxier's stay in the kitchen, and he tried his best to please Qing Muchen.

"No, I will come by myself!" Moxier ignored him, and returned directly to him, and continued to swell the soup.

The kitchen of the Qing family is good. There are several kitchens. Because of the occupation of the kitchen, the chefs have changed the site.

Moxier was alone in the kitchen until more than nine o'clock. When the soup came out, Qing Muchen was still at home.

He seems to have made a special trip to the living room waiting for her.

Qing Chen was also there. He saw the Moxier who came out with the steaming medicine soup. He sighed and sighed. "I really have a heart! This bowl of soup is full of love!"

Moxier was stunned by his words, and the hand holding the tray shook, and the soup inside almost shook it out.

Qing Muchen’s arms were wrapped around her chest, lazily leaning against the sofa, and her eyebrows squinting at her, seemingly idle.

He stared at her quietly, his eyes were very deep, and his depth was like an endless deep pool, which was always unpredictable.

Moxier walked calmly toward him, sat down beside him and handed the soup bowl to him. "Okay! You taste it!"

Qing Muchen just stared at her and did not take it.

"You feed me!" No matter what the light dust is still there, he said it was extremely greasy.

Qing Chen felt deeply that he was abused.

"You two are enough! I think about the feeling of a single dog!" Qing Chenchen was a little speechless to Qing Muchen. He glanced at him and stood up and walked very interestingly.

Moxier stiffly held the tray and stood motionless, no response.

"This is the so-called concern of Miss Mo?" Qing Muchen shrugged his shoulders and taunted.