The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen’s cold shackles were sharper under one of her movements.

Moxier seems to have its own shielding function, but he does not exist, and the West Point is placed in the tasting room one by one.

Her face didn't panic from start to finish, and it seemed to be gusto.

This kind of calm, even Qing Muchen almost admire her.

Have to say that she is a strange woman.

There was also a personal gaze staring at her, her eyes sharp as if she could pinch her with one hand, she could still be so calm.

Obviously, I don’t want to get married. After the wedding is held, she can come to the air with a faint sigh of relief. The days are the same.

Just married, the cave room has not yet passed, it has begun to calculate the husband's family property.

Such a strange woman, how many in this world?

Qing Muchen suddenly found that she had no sense of presence in front of her.

"Miss Ms. know what time is it?" He lifted his watch and looked at the time. He reminded him coldly.

"Twelve o'clock has passed." Moxi's head did not lift him back.

"So late, but a man came out of his room, Miss Ms. Should explain the explanation?"

"The people who came in the bright light, there are so many bodyguards outside, what did the young master think I need to explain?" Moxier's face still did not lift.

The action of her meal did not stop, it was very slow, and she chewed slowly, just like Qing Muchen was not attractive to her.

The face of Qing Muchen is a sinking.

Why didn't he find that she was so easy to make a fire in the past?

The slender legs slowly walked toward her and stood in front of her. She stared at her and looked at her. Looking at the mousse under her eyes, how did Qian Muchen look at it?

With a long arm stretched out, he directly waved the cake she was still eating.

"Now, look at me!" Standing in front of her like an emperor, he whispered.

"What are you doing?" Moxier's face finally lifted up after that, and she seemed to be annoyed at his behavior.

Qing Muchen pinched her small chin, bent over, and put her face in front of her. He was gloomy and asked word by word. "Thinking about the assets that can be inherited in the future, is it appetite?" A lot better?"

His words are extremely ridiculous, and the irony is the words of Moxier.

Obviously, he heard it all.

Moxier looked at him, but for a few seconds, he did not mean to explain his words and deeds.

"You heard it." Her voice was still very light and light, like a stagnant water, never swaying.

"Miss Mo's abacus is really good!" Qing Muchen's hand holding her chin was heavier.

"It’s just planning the future." It’s still an understatement.

"Future?" The temperature of Qing Muchen's eyes was cold enough to pierce people after her two words.

Her future is to figure out when he is not there, when can he take away his assets?

Moxier looked at him calmly and did not fear his eyes.

"Otherwise, what does the young master think we can have in the future?" Some faint words, some self-deprecating.

Qing Muchen's face was slightly stiff, and her eyes stared at her for a while, and his lips were hooked.