The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Only when the servant did not know his preferences, she prepared everything, and she did not think much.

I took out the ingredients for two people and wanted to make my own Italian dishes.

However, when she thought of the last time she rushed, she changed her impulse to change the meal.

French cuisine has always been more complicated, with more procedures and more attention.

Xixi is a raw hand in this respect, but the IQ is very high, learning things fast, it took more than two hours, and the things that were made were different.

Dinner and Qing Muchen worked together in the villa.

It’s almost ten o'clock after the meal is finished.

Qing Muchen did not seem to leave. After walking out of the restaurant, he sat down on the sofa with a notebook and then put into work.

Xixi stood quietly waiting for him, taking time out of the phone to see the time.

At eleven, she tried to interrupt him once. "Are we going back?"

Qing Muchen is focused on work, and I don’t know if I heard her.

Xixi did not ask himself, standing next to him and waiting.

At twelve o'clock, she interrupted him again. "It's not early, is it time to go back?"

Like being afraid that he couldn't hear, she deliberately raised the decibel.

The room was quiet, her voice was enlarged, and the entire living room seemed to be echoing in silence.

A few seconds of silence.

Qing Muchen’s face, which was always light, slowly lifted up, and his eyes turned to her at an extremely slow speed.

Sisi looked at him calmly, waiting for his answer.

Qing Muchen’s narrow slanting glare at her, her eyes slid down in her face, and she looked at her several times. Then, she spit out a sentence, “I said I want to go back tonight?”

The expression on the face of the West was solidified, and the gaze that fell on him cooled down.

He didn't plan to go back?

"I went upstairs to sort out a room to sleep." Qing Muchen threw a word to her, it seems that she did not talk to her more, the notebook that fell back in her hand, the fingertips on the top, then Work started again.

As soon as he got into work, it didn't exist in the West, and his face never lifted up again.

Xixi stood stiffly in the living room for a long time and was forced to go upstairs.

Through the long corridor, she went straight to the corner of the corner and found the innermost room.

The room in Optimus Chen’s room should be fixed every day, very clean, and she doesn’t need to sort out anything.

When Xixi chose a room, she was actually free to choose. She simply thought that the corner would be quiet and not much.

After washing, he took the bed and was taken to the terrace, curled up on the sofa on the balcony, and was already asleep. The balcony next door, the lights suddenly lit up.

The faint halo refracted through her balcony to the place where she was. The sudden light of the darkness caused the closed eyes of the West to open.

Raised her hand to block the line of sight, side over the head, her gaze looked at the room next door.

Qing Muchen stood on the balcony next door. The long figure was very straight in the night. She looked at her with contempt and looked at her eyes, like a stray cat stray dog ​​that was occasionally on the road.

Sisi was stunned by him for a few seconds, and his condition was reflectively pulled down, and her face was somewhat uncomfortable.

"I just chose the room!" Like he was afraid of misunderstanding, she explained first.

"Is it?" Qing Muchen's voice was very faint, and did not reveal too much emotion.