The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Sicily changed his face and raised his arm to protect himself. However, it was a step late.

Qing Muchen strode to her, her eyes swept away from her face, and she did not even shun her and wrapped her towel with her.

The heat of the face of Sicily was hot, and the body in his arms was as stiff as wood.

"I just called you out countless times outside!" Qing Muchen gave a cold reminder, took her to go out and went to the bedroom bed, very rough, slamming her into the bed.

The room in the west is a maid's room, which is specially arranged by Qing Muchen. The facilities are very simple, there is no mattress, only the bed board.

The fall, the bones hit the board, and the West fell.

What is even more embarrassing is that the bath towel on the body has fallen off after that.

The body stiffened for a few seconds, sinking and breathing a few times, groping for the sheets and gazing at him, his eyes turned to him, her eyes glazed with a glimmer of light.

Two people, four eyes opposite, he looked at her, the handsome face, no half expression.

Sisi looked up at him and looked at him. It seemed to be extremely angry. The flames in his eyes seemed to be burning.

Qing Muchen stared at her in silence, watching her slowly tightening the fingers of the sheets, and her eyes were a little contemptuous.

Xixi is a person who is extremely patient. At least, for more than ten days, Qing Muchen thinks so.

Obviously, it was a kind of rich gold that was raised by the rich. In the face of the overloaded work of the Qing family, there was no sigh and no retreat.

He thought that after so many days, when she came back, she should have disappeared into this home.

However, it seems that he obviously underestimated her.

This is the first time she has exposed her anger in front of him.

However, in the case of Qing Muchen thinking that her temper will break out, she did not know what to consider, and took the hand of the sheet and slowly loosened it.

Sinking and breathing, pressing all the tempers down, Sicily calmly reminded, "It is already midnight, so the young master enters a maid's room, isn't it?"

"As a servant, isn't the mission going with the passing?" Qing Muchen stepped toward her step by step, her arms shackled on both sides of her body, and suddenly spit a sigh of relief at her.

His breathing was very hot, and the thin skin of Xixi was ironed by him, and he almost became red in an instant.

"Sorry, my working time is over now!" The body leaned back and she let herself pull a distance from him.

"Is it so bad? Just sleeping in the kitchen, isn't it time to make up? Right now! The kitchen is ready for a personal nightingale!" Qing Muchen loosened her arms and stood up, her eyes were not even Staying too much on her, turning around and going straight outside the room.

He left very quickly, and he didn't even give time to West.

Sicily is not afraid of being tossed by him. Compared with this, she is less suitable because he has just suddenly approached.

When she left, she sighed.

When I got out of bed, I found a set of clean clothes from the closet and she turned and went to the kitchen downstairs.

At this time, almost everyone is sleeping, and only a few patrolling bodyguards will shuttle through the garden.

The whole main house is awake with only Ying Muchen and Xixi.

The cooking in Xixi is not good. People who haven’t been in the kitchen for 19 years have not done it.

The movement she made underneath was a bit big, only went in for a few minutes, and she succeeded in quarreling the people who were awake upstairs.