The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier grew up from a small Sicily. She values ​​marriage, but the concept is relatively open to many domestic girls.

In her opinion, it is normal to get married and get divorced.

Marriage is two suitable people together, and she and him are not suitable.

Qing Muchen is not the type she likes. She doesn't like all the overbearing people.

Qing Muchen's eyes are very deep, and the dark ink ink is like a vast pool of deep, dark, dark, seemingly, with endless cold.

Mo Xier's corner of the eye was only a faint slanted look at him, his eyes retracted, his side turned over his head, and his fingertips turned to the side of a brightly blooming eve flower.

Evening fog, the color is very beautiful and rare purple, mysterious, embarrassing and enthusiastic.

Moxier's beautiful fingertips gently stroked one of the petals, and she took a bunch and turned to the room.

I completely ignored the existence of Qing Muchen, found a vase, inserted the flowers, and she carefully trimmed it and turned it to bed.

Qing Muchen stood facing her in the room and didn't know what she was thinking. After her words, he never said anything.

Moxier fell asleep on him, but he didn't feel sleepy after closing his eyes.

She was paying attention to his actions, and Moxi was afraid that he would fall asleep and he would wake up and wake her up.

This time I came to Sicily. Although I was visiting my parents in name, my family had arranged her and him alone in a villa. The two of them were actually no different from the honeymoon for a few days.

Moxier did not believe that Qing Muchen was a man of such rules. She had not observed so many days since she met.

In the view of Moxier, Qing Muchen is like his normal man, and he belongs to his own welfare and will not miss it!

Just the meat on his lips, he won't put it or not!

The time she and Qing Muchen knew was not long, but the understanding of him was very thorough.

In fact, Qing Muchen is such a person!

If this is a little longer, she will comprehend more real.

Qing Muchen back to her in front of the balcony door, the back is very straight, still no movement.

Moxier observed him for a long time, still did not see him go to bed, stumbled and slept first.

This time is indeed not early, her sleepiness is very strong, and she sleeps very heavy.

Tomorrow's Moxier made a lot of dreams, and in the dream, there was an inexplicable ink.

She and Mo Yan were young.

Ink is the child adopted by Dad's father. Although he only helps him to do things in the organization, in the eyes of everyone, there is no difference between the ink and the father of the ink father.

Moxier’s childhood grew up with Mo Yan. When he was a child, Moxier almost went there, accompanied by an ink singer.

Ink is like the personal bodyguard of Moxier, but for Moxier, he is a family, a relative who takes up every stage of her life.

In her dreams, she dreamed of a time when she was lost in a wilderness in Sicily, and she lost her life.

At that time, the first thing I found at home was ink.

At that time, only four years older than her, carrying her in the dark night all the way down the mountain, the two went from dark to the next day, and did not know how many times they fell together, fell across the hillside. When I fell through the deep ditch, smashed through the stream, and returned to the Mohist family, Moxier clearly saw that the clothes on the ink scorpion were stained with blood.

At that time, Mo Yan was only nine years old.