The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

He demanded that it be taken for granted, listening to his tone, it seems that there is still no room for negotiation.

Moxier was walking upstairs with a brake on his legs and a bump on his back.

"me?"

"This is just getting married, can't leave your wife cold, isn't it?" Qing Muchen looked down at her hand that she took advantage of, and her lips slanted up.

Moxier was stunned by his words.

Wife...

He is quite succinct!

"I don't mind, if you have something, you are busy with yourself, don't mind me." After returning to God, she refused to say anything.

"How is this going?" Qing Muchen turned sideways, slender fingertips pinched her small chin, gently stroking the next, Jun face put together in her direction, lazy and spit out, "This is a lot of grievances!"

The place where Moxier’s face was pinched was like something tied up, stabbing, very uncomfortable.

"I have to work when I get married. Isn't this supposed to be?" It was very difficult to squeeze out the smirk. She reflexively leaned back and leaned back, trying to open a distance with him, but forgot to be on the stairs. on.

The result of this upswing is that the footsteps are squatting and the body falls down unsteadily toward the stairs.

Moxier's face changed slightly. He wanted to grab the armrest next to him and stabilize himself. One arm took her one step at a time, and took her waist faster than her.

Everything, like the lens in the movie, the action, the freeze of a few seconds.

Moxier looked at him stunnedly, and it seemed that some did not respond to the speed of his shot.

Qing Muchen's gaze slowly wandered around her face, sweeping her delicate facial features one inch and one inch, and the tone was very lazy. "How can I be so careless!"

Moxier returned to God and wanted to find the escalator to stand still. Qing Muchen took her step by step, and her arm was holding her slender waist, bringing her to her own direction. Her body turned to his arms. He leaned over and squatted on his chest.

Moxier’s height only reached his neck, and his head just touched his chest.

The height of the two, whether from hugs or relatives, or simply walking together, is the most harmonious height.

Qing Muchen hangs lightly, his eyes dark and faintly on the top of her head, it is very evil to think of the fit of the two taller on the other hand.

Looking at this way, Moxier, all he thought in his head, would be more fitting if the two were doing the closest thing.

Moxier's face is close to his chest. His body temperature is somewhat high. It is hot and hot, like a dyed flame. Ironing her face is also a bit hot.

Moxier did not like this atmosphere very much, and if nothing had been withdrawn from his arms.

"The matter of the branch office, I just entered the house and didn't have much contact with the family members. In this case, I am not too good to leave. I will not miss the opportunity in the future." In one sentence, he dismissed his words and crossed. He, she hurriedly went upstairs.

Her words are actually excuses.

The savvy person of Qing Muchen should be able to hear it.

However, what surprised Moxier was that he actually agreed.

After going upstairs, returning to the master bedroom, when he packed his luggage, he simply sorted out the things he needed to bring, without her.

Moxier quietly watched his movements beside him, and he was a little surprised by this.