The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

This woman is his wife and his person.

Every aspect of her, every part of her body belongs to him!

With the walk of the hand, without passing a place, his kiss, one by one.

Leave a mark on her back, like, to imprint his breath.

Moxier’s body seemed to be bitten by thousands of ants, and he uncomfortably wanted to continue to flip. However, he was forced to restrain himself.

Qing Muchen’s arm slammed her into a very dead, strong arms hooping her body, holding her between her body and her arms, and firmly prevented her from fleeing.

His strength was very high. He was not light or heavy. The place where Mo Xier’s waist was shackled by him was like being shackled by a hoop. It hurt her a little uncomfortable.

Moxier, out of instinctive defense, slept in obscurity, raised his arm and waved toward him.

She shot very fast, just wanted to push him away, however, it was actually a slap.

Qing Muchen probably didn't expect her to push people to come to such a move, and suddenly squatted.

While Moxier was glaring at his loss of consciousness, his little hand waved toward his face.

Snapped!

Very dull slap, solid, crisp sound throughout the room.

There is no light in the room, and how Moxier is so precise, Qing Muchen does not know.

The body was stiff for a few seconds, and his face remained in a fanned position, and it seemed that some did not react to what happened.

Moxier didn't wake up, didn't even open his eyes to see the situation, nest in his arms, and continued to sleep.

She is really not a person who sleeps deeply, but today is just a little waking up.

So arrogantly snuggling in the arms of Qing Muchen, the whole person curled up into a group and let him stare at himself. When she was quietly asleep, she was very pitiful.

Moxier when he was asleep, like an angel.

This is the idea of ​​Qing Muchen at this time.

I felt so after slap her.

The word angel should be the most highly described to the girl.

There are children who look innocent, and cats seem harmless.

Pure, beautiful, holy, people can't help but want to get a finger!

Qing Muchen felt that he was probably crazy.

The first time I was beaten, I also hit the man's face. I didn't get angry. I looked at the culprit and even thought that the other party was beautiful.

This sleeping position is so ugly, the character is so cold, the woman whose temper is still so difficult to tame, where is the angel?

Crazy!

Moxier didn't know if he was finally aware of it, and he was suddenly confused. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him.

Her eyes are very clear, clear and translucent, like the shining stars of the sky.

When confused, it looks like a little white rabbit.

Even if it is a cold man like Qing Muchen, she is so hopeful that the position of the heart of the chest is still like being gently hit by something.

Moxier did not know that the consciousness was clear. He just stared at him with a confused look. He was not surprised that he was back, and he was not surprised that he was about to die in his pajamas, let alone explain his own slap.

Her eyes are very embarrassing, so she even has some doubts about Qing Muchen. She knows that the person holding her now is not him?

Moxier was still staring at him, and the clear and clear eyes looked him up and down several times.