The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

It is only a matter of time before she leaves the house!

Qing Muchen makes a lot of wedding dresses, and the whole room is comparable to a studio. No matter which direction you look at, the field of vision is all white and white.

Qing Muchen glanced at a wedding dress and took a look at himself. He took a favorite one and tried it in front of the West.

He didn't know the measurements of Moxier, and he didn't know what style she was suitable for. In fact, in the subconscious, when Qing Muchen made people prepare for this, the markings in his head were all from the West.

Every day, walking around in front of him, the person who keeps his vision is her, preparing all the things related to the bride, and Qing Muchen naturally brought the West into it.

He didn't know everything about Moxier, but he saw it, touched it, and even handed it. He was familiar with it.

The wedding dress he prepared was just a piece that was taken out at random. He tried it on the West, regardless of the size, length, or style.

Qing Muchen seems to be very satisfied. He used Xixi as a mannequin and tried other pieces of dress in front of her.

All right!

Each piece is tailored to her.

Xixi no expression left him at the mercy, waiting until the dresses were all finished, she couldn't help but float, "So let other women try their future wife's wedding dress?"

"What about that?" It doesn't matter, like, he doesn't care about it.

The heart of Sicily was like a bucket of ice, and it was suddenly cold.

This is his attitude towards this marriage?

Treating a wedding dress is because the person wearing the wedding dress doesn’t care at all?

The face of Sicily seems to have changed slightly.

Qing Muchen noticed it, but did not figure out the reason.

The mind of a woman, he has always been through.

Not much care, he called the stylist and started making people shape for the West.

From beginning to end, he used her as a doll and wanted to be so arrogant. How to toss how to toss.

The West-West stiffness allowed the stylist to act, and did not say a word at first.

When the styling is confirmed, the stylist quits and her eyes turn to Qing Muchen behind her. Her face is a bit serious. "If, Moxier has not found it, how will this wedding preparation come to an end?"

"It doesn't matter, this time I didn't succeed in continuing next time." Qing Muchen seems to have no interest in this kind of problem. Once again, she will come again once, she will come back sooner or later, and the wedding will be held one day sooner or later!

The expression of the West is a stiff.

Is he eating the other party?

Qing Muchen did not look at her face, and took a step in the room, he checked the other wedding related things in the room.

Xixi looked at his back and looked at his back. His lips moved. When he was about to leave the door, her voice suddenly sounded again. "I have never thought that the other party has not appeared, maybe it is just a simple contradiction. This marriage?"

Her voice was very high, as if she was afraid that he could not hear.

Qing Muchen’s back was stiff against her body and her footsteps were closed.

"No girl will like this kind of marriage!" Xixi stood up. "What kind of person does not know what his husband looks like? I don't know, I will love myself, I am not sure, the whole marriage will start from scratch. There is still no final decision on the tail!"