The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The red lips are slightly involved, and Moxier faintly said, "One thing to make up, the original is the first time! If this is counted, then it is!"

She replied very directly, and the tone was still very indifferent.

The straightforward wording and the trepidation of him under him last night were two.

Qing Muchen’s face was dark and her eyes were sharply shaved on her face, as if she could not wait to delay her.

A woman, mentioning such a thing can actually be so indifferent!

Is it shameful?

Qing Muchen did not believe her words, is it the first time, even if there is no such thing as the two people argued, he can still distinguish.

All her timidity last night, her panic and helplessness are not like the ones.

She is not happy with him in this regard.

What is bad for Qing Muchen is that she used this tone to mention such a thing!

Just thinking, Qing Muchen's chest is blocked.

Moxier did not pay much attention to him, and he went straight to the main house.

After entering the house and going upstairs, she went to the bedroom and unloaded her makeup on her face.

Today is the day when she and Hu Qingchen take a wedding photo. For every woman, the meaning of this day should not be based on engagement.

However, today she is free to be free.

The makeup on my face was almost indistinct, and there was no extra modification. Just so plain, I gave it down.

Moxier stared quietly at the mirror and looked at it. His eyes fixed on his face, and he still had some reddish faces. The scene of the two people in the forest and the last night were automatically revealed in his head. Picture.

Last night's Qing Muchen really surprised her, like a man like him, she thought that in the case of last night, it should be by the sex, how come he is comfortable.

His reaction was unprepared, and Moxier was still awkward until now.

For her, how he looks is not like a gentle person.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, after the makeup removal, the skin care water was not useless, when the face went downstairs, the hair on the side of the face was still wet.

Qing Muchen sat on the sofa and stared at her face.

Moxier's skin is very white, delicate and smooth without a little bit of sputum, like the lychee that has just peeled off the shell.

The white enamel is so delicate... people can't help but want to swallow.

The sight of Qing Muchen falling on her face was very straightforward. Without any covert, she violated her arbitrarily. The temperature of the light seemed to be unconsciously high.

Moxier was seen by him as stiff and stiff, and she calmly walked downstairs and turned to the kitchen. "I am going to prepare dinner!"

There is no servant in the villa, she is with him.

Anything related to housework makes it impossible for Qing Muchen to do it. Only Moxier can contract.

She was quite conscious in this regard, and she did not even need to ask for it. She took the initiative to go.

Such a woman, let Optimus Chen feel the wife's look for the first time!

In the kitchen, Moxier didn't know what to cook. Not long after people entered, the ping-pong sound came.

She didn't know what to cook, it didn't seem to be doing well, and the noise was not small.

The warmth of the evening sun is not as strong as the afternoon. The faint glow reveals a smudge of golden yellow, which is scattered in the clean and translucent living room.

Qing Muchen quietly listened to the sound inside, and did not feel noisy.