The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

At least, in front of her, he is doing the same.

The two met for the first time and he did not respect her.

Such a singer, in the eyes of Moxier, is no different from a man who refuses to eat, and who does not refuse.

Just pick a woman as a wife, he can get a mouthful?

Qing Muchen is still kissing her, and his hand even got into her bathrobe.

The palm of her hand is close to her skin, and it is lingering on her, and there is awkwardness, even unscrupulously stroking her not too big, but surprisingly full chest.

Moxier has been stiff and has not reacted.

She tried to pretend to be calm, but the body could not restrain herself from shaking.

Very subtle reaction, can not be seen without careful observation.

Qing Muchen behind him did not know that there was no awareness, and the big hand was still swimming in her clothes.

Staying somewhere, he seems to like this touch, he has not moved.

The moment of suffering.

I don't know how long it took. In Moxier, I was worried that he would not be able to accept it. When I forgot my trip tomorrow, all the actions of Qing Muchen suddenly stopped.

The hand was withdrawn from her clothes, and she was lying back to her side. In the dark, his breathing was a bit heavy.

The smell of the spray is so hot that it can ignite the air.

In the air, only his breathing gas was left for a moment.

The man's wheezing, rough and wild, the air is full of hormonal scent.

Moxier's nerves are very tight, and the corners of her eyes are slightly sideways. She is always paying attention to his movements.

Qing Muchen did not seem to have an in-depth meaning. He lay flat on the bed, breathing heavily for a while, and his eyes slammed softly.

He seems to have slept, and the breath has slowly softened.

Even breathing, shallow, seems to have fallen asleep.

Such a person, let Mo Xier long breathed a sigh of relief.

When she took care of her clothes, tied her belt, and took back her eyes, her face was already red.

For a long night, the two even lay flat on a bed, but they did not interfere with each other.

The next morning, when Moxier woke up, Qing Muchen seemed to have left.

In the bedroom of the two, the floor where they lived, and even the garden downstairs, they found a circle. They didn't find him. Moxier felt a lot easier.

She didn't know how long he was going to go. Before she knew him, it didn't take a week or two. He shouldn't come back.

During this time, she is safe.

Thinking of this, Moxier is in a clear mood.

After a simple wash, Moxier walked downstairs and used breakfast with Tong Yan. He was wondering how he should spend the last few days. Tong Xiwei smiled and stopped her. "Xier. If you are okay today, go pick up the gift with your mother! Our rules here, the girl has to go back to her family once a week after marriage, and you and I will pick and send your parents’ gifts."

"Good." Going home was very pleasant for Moxier, and she agreed to be very happy.

I was preparing to accompany Xiaoxi to go out, and Tong Xizhen suddenly said, "Mu Chen is also true. This is just getting married, what is the job? Would you like to call me in the afternoon and let him come back to Sicily?" What?"

Moxier’s back was stiff and his legs were closed.

"Mom, I will go back on my own, and I don't have to worry about this kind of thing!"