The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"I want to go to the night, together!" is not the taste of the inquiry, but the direct order.

Decisive, direct, not to be questioned.

He is not like the rest of the night, in front of his other half, the word "night" is used as a taboo, and will not mention it.

However, Xixi is not Fang Chi Xia and Sha Zhixing, and Qing Muchen does not need to consider her feelings.

Because I don't mind, so, black, white, let her know that he is not hurting.

Sisi has been here for so many days and has not been with him.

Suddenly, she let her squat for a few seconds. After returning to God, she walked toward him in a few steps.

"it is good."

Qing Muchen was quite satisfied with her obedience. She walked in front and she got on the bus.

Xixi followed him and came to the car before and after trying to open the rear seat. However, the hand just reached, and Qing Muchen signaled the passenger seat.

The co-pilot, and his flat position.

Xixi didn't seem to expect him to make such a request. Standing outside and staring at him for a while, she was a little surprised.

Is he still so approachable to the maid?

The body of Xixi shook and felt that his wording was a bit ironic.

Just because he cares about the ten hours that she made up for it, where is it as approachable?

"Come up!" Qing Muchen did not seem to have any patience. The door was pushed, and the long arm stretched out and directly slammed her up.

Xixi was out of reach, and the body wolfed up and waited on the leather chair, and his head fell on his lap.

She wore a maid's outfit, and her legs were originally slenderer than the average girl. She was too short to wear her uniform.

This flutter, she only felt cool after the tun.

The atmosphere inside the car seems to have suddenly heated up a lot.

Also accompanied by a man's bold breathing.

The body of the West was stiff for a few seconds, and even if she didn't look up her face, she felt the temperature of his eyes.

Sicily's face was awkward, and she wanted to pull the skirt down if she had nothing to do. The hand just reached behind her, and her wrist was cold and detained.

"Qing Muchen, what are you doing?" CSI's body in his arms was stiff, and he wanted to pull his wrist out of his hand, only to be impulsive, but he was taken back by him.

His strength is very high, the strength of his fingertips is like a hoop, firmly holding the wrist of the West, so tight that she does not have the room to struggle.

Xixi is also a self-defense technique from elementary school. However, when he meets him, it seems that he can always be restrained by him every time!

She met him, the egg hit the stone.

It is a breeze for him to subdue her.

Xixi struggled to stay open, simply did not struggle, and decided to look at the situation.

Qing Muchen’s eyes slid down on her, and her big hand shoved her hand behind her. The dark dawn slowly walked up and down her body, and her lips suddenly swelled up. “Every day at me. In the face of such a show, I still don’t recognize the purpose of coming to the house?"

The body of Sisi was stiff for a few seconds, and his eyes looked at him with anger, and he wanted to kill him with a hand knife.

Does he think of her current behavior as a hook/guide?

Qing Muchen snorted coldly and was very disdainful to her eyes.

Every day in front of him staged a uniform / lure / confuse, saying that her motives are pure, who believes?

Xixi was mad at his chest and blocked it. He made several breaths and made his face calm. "You want more! Let me go!"