The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The only people living in this villa are Qing Muchen and Moxier. Even the servants are not worthy.

There was nothing in the refrigerator, and Moxier knew this very well, so it was only late that night that I went down the mountain to buy things.

Where did you come earlier?

Looking towards Qing Muchen, she tried to ask, "What did you do?"

Qing Muchen turned her back to her face and glanced up and down on her for several seconds. He raised his brow and said, "I think so much."

"I also think." Moxier did not mean to him. He even followed his words. "I know, how can you make such a high-quality snack?"

What she actually wants to say is that he can only enter the kitchen when he only knows how to eat and only knows where others are unqualified.

However, thinking of him last night, she was slightly gentler.

Qing Muchen’s face, which was still pretty good before entering the house, was slightly stiff and stiff, and her eyes reflected a cold light.

When Moxier didn't see his eyes, he took the tray and went to the open-air balcony to sit down and eat it with a snack.

I just took a sip, like what I was holding, and the expression on my face was closed.

Qing Muchen brought up all the mornings and made them beautiful, but the taste was not good.

The sweetness is not enough, the butter is not enough, and the taste is too light, unlike the level that the Mohist servants can achieve.

Moxier is very familiar with the servants of his family. What kind of taste does the servant make? She basically only needs to take a bite to know.

The snacks brought by Qing Muchen are not the taste of any servant of the Mohist family, nor are they made by Momo.

Mo Xier bites a snack with a small mouth and a small mouth staring at the back of the squad, and looks at it.

Qing Muchen looked at the room's furnishings with nothing to do.

One inch of sight was swept in the room, and what the eyes touched, as long as he didn't like it, a few walked over and picked up things, and sneaked into the trash can.

In the room of Moxier and the photo of Mo Yan when he was a child, the family photos of Mo Yan and the Moh family wrote the dolls and cards that Moh sent, as long as they were related to Mo Yan, they were all thrown clean.

"What are you doing?" Moxier was annoyed with his behavior, stood up, walked a few steps and wanted to pick up the things in the trash can, and the hand just reached, but was picked up by Qing Muchen. .

"Nothing, just simply don't like it." He didn't explain too much about his behavior. His eyes glanced at the room that seemed to be empty after he sorted it out. He couldn't help but float, "Looking at these days." In Sicily, I took a few wedding photos."

No matter whether she agreed or not, the slender legs circled in the room, went to the balcony, and fixed a few large pans hanging on the guardrail. I thought about the words that Moxier said last night. In the gaze of Moxier, Qing Muchen suddenly made an action that made her very surprised.

The fingertips will bloom in full bloom, watching the petals of the various colors scattered, and Qing Muchen is still not satisfied. The big hand catches the stems. He directly pulls out all the tricolors and throws them into the plant. The garden downstairs.

"Natural fertilizer, don't thank me!"

Not a little bit guilty about his actions, patted the dust on his hands, leaving a mess of land, and he went across the house in a frank way.