The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier's eyebrows were twisted, and Twilight glanced at him.

Is he stimulating her?

Qing Muchen's slender legs changed into a overlapping posture, arms lazily holding his head, his eyes falling on her, and his face was still waiting for her movements.

Moxier’s face was stiff and stiff, standing still or not.

She seems to be struggling, silent for about a few minutes, seems to have figured it out, the hand stiffened to the bowl, and finally took the spoon.

With a spoonful of soup sent to his side, there was no expression on her face, "Hey!"

"Miss Miss seems to be very reluctant?" Qing Muchen just faintly looked at the spoon that was close at hand, and did not take it.

Moxier was just a stiff face and sank directly.

Does he still want her to sell and laugh in front of him?

Qing Muchen lazily glared at her and seemed to be interested in her next reaction.

"Don't go too far!" Moxier ignored his words and again put the spoon in front of him.

Two seconds passed, and Qing Muchen did not take it.

Moxier continued to wait for a while.

Ten seconds passed, and Qing Muchen still did not take it.

He just stared at her and seemed to be very persistent about the problem.

However, his words are ironic in the eyes of Moxier.

She promised to marry and not come over and laugh!

Her face was green and white, like a palette, and the colors were very colorful.

Her face is actually very stinky. Normal people are not willing to have a stinky face on themselves. However, Qing Muchen does not seem to be repulsive, and even enjoys it.

His look, in the eyes of Moxier, is like watching a playful monkey!

Realizing this problem, all the expressions of Moxier suddenly settled.

Fortunately, Qing Muchen has not been divided into difficult her.

The palm of her hand held her small face, and her fingertips gently stroked her skin. He squeezed her face like a dough and manually made her face look better.

Moxier was speechless about his movements, but did not stop it.

Qing Muchen looked at her dolls and looked at her up and down. She looked at her face with a softer face. It seemed to be quite satisfactory. She was happy to put the soup she had sent into her mouth.

I didn't even need her to continue feeding, just take the bowl and he drank the soup inside.

"Go!" Walked in front, he first went to the upper floor.

“Is the branch office in the next city still going?” Moxier followed him and asked him what he was most concerned about while walking.

"Think of me?" The step under the foot of Qing Muchen took it, and gave her a look at her side.

"No, I just don't want to delay your work." Moxier denied it.

"Is it?" Qing Muchen took back his gaze, a faint tone, and did not know whether he was questioning her words or whispering.

"So, are you still going?" Moxier is very persistent on this issue.

Going a few steps forward and asking again.

"Go, why not go! Can't live up to the wife's kindness?" Qing Muchen's eyes are slanting to her, like laughing and laughing, with obvious banter.

Mo Xier long sighed.

He will be fine.

With his busy work, he is not at home for six days a week, and even if they are married, her days will not be too sad.

At this time, Moxier thought so, but this idea did not last for two seconds, but was broken by the next sentence of Qing Muchen, "Go with me!"