The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier smashed, and all the expressions on his face were like a painting that had just been dropped, and suddenly he settled.

Qing Muchen looked at her eyes very gloomy, her eyes twisted her hands that had just played several times, and her eyes were so cold that she had some hair on her arms.

She just squatted and didn't feel much embarrassed.

"Don't you go in? Mom and Dad are still waiting at home!" Did not explain for his behavior, crossed him, she walked in front of the main house.

Qing Muchen is still in the same place, and the footsteps seem to have not moved.

The line of sight moved along her figure. He looked at her eyes very cold. The feeling of being sick and cold, even if Moxier had already distanced him from the distance, he still felt the score outside.

The steps under the feet slowed down slightly, and the corner of the eye looked in his direction. She just stared at him quietly and looked at it without paying attention.

Turning her head, she continued into the house.

When I came to the living room, Mama’s dinner was ready.

The authentic Italian dinner, the cutlery placed neatly, and no one used, seems to be waiting for her and Qing Muchen.

Seeing her entering the house, Mom Dad opened the mouth first, "Come back!"

The most common greetings between family members, the second sentence is followed by the concern of Qing Muchen, "Mu Chen! How come you?"

"Dad, you are not welcome by me alone?" Moxier grinned and did not explain.

"What to say!" Mommy gave her a look.

"Just kidding." Moxier smiled and took her to the restaurant.

"What have you prepared today? I haven't eaten what Mom has done for a long time. I came to the table and sat down in my position. Moxier leaned over and smelled deeply on the food in her plate.

"You have only been away from home for less than a week!" Mommy is probably a little speechless to her, reminding me.

"Isn't it a long time in a week? For many hours!" Moxier defended himself with a sentence, turned his head and turned his eyes to the man standing on the other side of the table.

"A few days have disappeared!" She smiled at him, and her smile was no more than the playfulness of her face when she was pregnant with her father.

Qing Muchen came in from outside the house, and once he saw this scene, the cool face that was already cold seemed to suddenly start a frost, and the whole person was cold.

Can you laugh so gently to other men?

Ink's back to him, did not look in his direction.

Moxier looked at Mo Yan and didn't notice him.

In fact, Mo Yan feels very cold. On weekdays, he almost couldn't find a face with a little expression on his face. When he faced Moxier, he suddenly softened a lot.

When confronted with Moxier, one looked up and one looked low, and the eyes of both people were warm and gentle, and the picture was harmonious as if the person next to them became a third party.

When Qing Muchen heard that Mo Yan was also in the heart of the Mohist family, he was very upset. When he came in, he saw this scene, and the anger no doubt found a breakthrough.

The two people in front of the table were still looking at each other, and neither of them noticed the other people next to them.

Inkwell sat down at the location of Moxier, and naturally poured a drink for her. "This is your favorite, cherry juice, cherry is brought back from Brazil, just fried, taste it!"

"Okay." Moxier smiled at him and took a few mouthfuls of the juice he had handed over.

Ink's gaze stayed on her side for a few seconds without a trace, just staring at her and not drinking.