The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The steps at the foot of Qing Muchen are closed, and the back seems to be stiff.

Moxier looked at him fixedly, still waiting for his answer.

Qing Muchen was silent for about a few tens of seconds, his face was slightly sideways, and the corner of his eye squinted at her, and he said with a blank expression. "Think more."

Three words, the sound falls, and the slender legs continue to go upstairs.

Moxier also felt that he wanted more.

He came to her, maybe just because she was gone, it is not easy to explain to the Mo family!

This time is not early, Moxier did not tangled on this issue, followed him upstairs, did not tweak the problem after splitting into the bedroom of the two, find out their bathrobe and went directly to the bathroom.

They have already walked to the door, staring at the deep V-neck in the arms, and the large bathrobe looked at her eyes. She suddenly turned around and returned to the closet.

Opening the door of the cabinet, she seemed to be trying to find out the other pajamas.

However, bending over, the hand just stretched out, there is no movement, the murmur in the room suddenly came up with a sentence, "just wear that piece, you wear that look better!"

The lazy tone, the tail is dragged long, and every word is full of ridicule.

Moxier was stunned by his words, and the hands that were already ready to get clothes were fixed there, and his face was awkward.

Qing Muchen squinted at her, staring at the light of her peach-like pink face, and walked toward her in a few steps, pressing her hand in the air, wrapping her in her hands and helping her Come back, leaning on the side, he stared at her long, "Well?"

A single tone, the tone was deliberately raised by him, lazy, like his eyes falling on him, like the warm sun in the summer afternoon, the smoked bones are somewhat crispy.

His words are obvious.

He didn't want her to leave all the conservatives in the room.

All her beauty, her exquisiteness, he wants her to be put in front of his eyes.

Moxier's hand holding the towel was tight, and the five fingers licked the waistband of the bathrobe. The roots were wrapped around the fingertips, loosened, and then entangled. It seemed very embarrassing.

She is facing him, and Qing Muchen can't see the expression in her eyes at the moment.

From her increasingly red face, he thought she was jealous.

In the meantime, Moxier’s intimate resistance to the two people, he believes that with her character, the meeting will probably turn directly over the head, arrogantly lifted his chin, and provoke him a few words.

Or, directly, reject his request.

However, tonight's Moxier made him unexpected.

The two guesses of Qing Muchen are wrong!

Moxier turned his face, looked up, and looked at him, and he returned to him with a calm word. "Good!"

it is good?

Qing Muchen was a bit skeptical that he had not heard it.

Speaking from her mouth, I still use such a dull and inconspicuous tone.

it is good……

Qing Muchen leaned against the wall and slowly chewed the word of her. The mood suddenly became a lot of pleasure.

Moxier really took the yukata to the bathroom.

The sound of slaps of water came from the bathroom. She spent a little time in it, and it took about half an hour to slowly come out.

When I came out, I wore the yukata that was smashed by Qing Muchen. The hair was wet and it was very casual. It was scattered on the shoulders, and it was covered with white to clear skin. It was like a visual impact painting, black and white interlaced picture. The temperature of the glory of Jing Muchen suddenly heated up a lot.