The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen stared quietly at the morning, looking at the back, his head was like a stick, and his pupil narrowed slightly.

Moxier slowly turned his back against his face, and lifted his eyes. His eyes ran into him through the morning sun, and the bright eyes looked at all the stirring in his eyes.

I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t explain it to my behavior.

The two people are so worried, the eyes of Qing Muchen are shocked, there are accidents, there is anger, and there are some emotions that Moxi children can't read.

He has always been a hidden person, and before she has read it out, all the emotions in her eyes have converged.

Unexpectedly, he did not anger in front of her.

A few steps toward her, even no words to start, in the face of a mass-people in the room, holding her with a big hand, he took her to go outside the house.

His footsteps were fast, his slender legs kept changing frequency, and Moxier, who was behind him, stepped on the high-heeled shoes and took her all the way out of the Mohist family. The mighty welcoming team followed him all the way to the airport.

His speed is driving fast, he is in a hurry.

Moxier sat in the passenger seat and kept staring at him from beginning to end.

The calmness of Qing Muchen, she does not think it is a good thing.

The current Moxier always has a feeling of wind and rain.

The long wedding team drove all the way to the airport. Upon arrival, Qing Muchen took her to the direction of the runway.

His hand shackled her hand tightly, as if to prevent her from leaving.

Moxier was stiff and allowed him to step on the plane. From time to time, he looked at the hands that were still clenched after the two men got on the plane. Looking at his tight knuckles, she groaned.

Qing Muchen’s hand is very overbearing, and the broad palm wraps her, as if she wants to shield her whole person, her body and mind, and all her sky through her hand.

It’s been a few hours since the wedding ceremony was officially held.

On the way to the city of C, Qing Muchen did not speak, but squatted and rested.

Even if he fell asleep, he still did not loosen her hand.

Moxier has not done any struggle in the whole process, and everyone has come back. It is meaningless to resist again.

Sitting in the window, she stared at him quietly.

Qing Muchen seems to be very tired, the whole face is full of burnout, like a night of sleep, and even eye bags.

In addition to him, Moxier has not seen the second one.

Quietly staring at his face, Moxier suddenly thought of the words of ink.

Is he looking for her?

How many hours have he been missing, is it related to her?

The plane continued to travel in the air.

The wedding time is set at three in the afternoon.

From the time of coming to Sicily and back to C City, Qing Muchen did not make any stops in the middle. When he arrived at the wedding scene, there were still ten minutes from the beginning of the ceremony.

There was a large lawn outside the wedding scene, and the plane landed just outside the lawn.

The plane that Qing Muchen first took out and went straight to the locker room.

When Moxier followed, and was slowly surrounded by a large group of bodyguards from the gangway, everyone on the scene looked at her in the direction of the road. It seemed that they were all shocked.

In addition to Qing Yafeng.

In fact, he had already reminded Tong Xi of the situation yesterday, but Tong Xixi did not care.

Tong Xiyu was shocked, and Moxi, who was staring down from the gangway, looked at it for a while, and her hand helped the forehead.