The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Seeing her downstairs, his eyes stayed on the strawberries on her neck for a few seconds. Nothing, took the keys and walked in front of the villa.

Moxier followed him a few steps, and when he got on the bus with him, when he was wearing a seat belt, he thought of the balcony that was completely remodeled. She said to herself, "I don't understand flowers." ?"

Qing Muchen was very cold and holding the steering wheel while driving, and did not know if she heard her.

Sicily is a very beautiful island, and it is a resort in itself. There are many people coming here for honeymoon.

The white sunlight slanted out of the window, and when it fell on the cheeks, it was warm and sweet.

"Is it done today?" The car was driving on the road for a while, and Moxi was cold and worried.

What is obtained is still the indifference of Qing Muchen.

From beginning to end, he took her as an air, didn't look at her once, and ignored her.

Moxier did not expect him to admit this kind of thing.

A man like Qing Muchen, what he did in front of her is more like him?

Qing Muchen is very focused on driving.

Carrying her down the mountain and turning around the island, did not take her to the studio, but directly led her to the wedding studio.

Taking a step forward with her hand, her eyes glanced at the set of dresses hanging indoors, like buying food in the vegetable market. He walked to the hangers in a few steps, squatting, watching. To the wedding dress that I feel satisfied with, I took it all and stuffed it into the arms of Moxier.

Moxier stood stiffly beside him. From the beginning to the end, he just looked at his movements, did not cooperate, but did not sing the opposite.

Qing Muchen chose the clothes of the whole studio and pushed her to the locker room.

"Three minutes, try it!" He lifted the watch and looked at the time. He leaned against the door and ordered it.

"There are too many clothes, no way to try!" Moxier did not take his words seriously.

Qing Muchen was not angry with her words, the fine face was slowly turned, and his yin test smiled at her. "It doesn't matter, I can help you together!"

The expression on the face of Moxier was stunned, and his face sank on the spot.

"Go in!" Qing Muchen regained his gaze and commanded coldly.

He asks who does what he does, never gives him room to resist, what he asks for, and never stops until he reaches his goal.

Moxier looked at him with anger and a burst of flames in his throat.

The atmosphere of two people is so stagnant.

The sword is arrogant and seems to be on the verge.

Qing Muchen's face did not have too much fluctuation from beginning to end, it seems to be very idle.

He has patience and her good fortune.

Moxier couldn't help him, and he had been stunned for a while, and he went to the fitting room with a dress defeated.

It’s too stupid to be here with him, and she’s always suffering.

There are a total of 30 sets of dresses selected by Qing Muchen. There is not much a ready-made dress in a studio. Almost all of them have been taken away by him.

The production of each dress is much more complicated and exquisite than the average clothes. It will take more time to try. Moxier has tossed in the whole time for a few hours before he barely tried to wear the clothes.

Qing Muchen gave her three minutes, but she spent thirty minutes.

When he went out, Moxier had thought about whether he would think of any change/state to toss her.