The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

When Moxier prepared the dinner and came out of the kitchen, Mama suddenly called a phone.

"Xi, ah, you and Mu Chen come to eat at home tonight! Today everyone is here!"

Moxier looked at a table of things that he had tossed out. He didn't intend to go. He listened to her second half of the sentence and asked casually, "Which everyone?"

"Ink, ah, he just came home today. He has been busy with your father all these years. He hasn’t been back home for a long time. If you are fine, come back!" Mommy said.

Not far away, Qing Muchen walked towards the side with his slender legs, while walking to the table.

I squinted at the things that Moxier prepared, sitting down at the table and holding the tableware. He was ready to start dining. She saw that she only talked about the phone and didn’t eat. He twisted his eyebrows and asked indifferently. "Who called the phone?"

"mom!"

"What are you talking about?"

Moxier glanced at him and tried to say, "Let's go back to dinner!"

Her tone, careful, said that he was paying attention to his reaction.

She actually had some concerns about Qing Muchen's thoughts. Who knows, he asked no more questions. The tableware in his hand was put on hold, and he stood up and sorted out his neckline. "That's it!"

Walking in front, he first went to the door and went outside.

"Oh!" Moxier stiffened up.

The relationship between Qing Muchen and Mo Daddy Mom has always been very good. He was treated as a half son by his father when he was a child. His request for the two elders is almost responsive.

When Ms. Mo’s phone was called, he did not care for himself and Moxier had tossed his wedding photo for a long time. He took the car key and went out.

Moxier did not take the initiative to mention the things in the mother's phone call. He did not ask, she did not want to find something for herself.

The two men’s cars all went down the mountain and arrived outside the Mojia Gate. When Qing Muchen got off the bus and was ready to enter the garden, he looked at an off-road that just stopped outside and asked, "Is the guest coming home today?"

"Yeah!" Moxier carefully looked at him and answered very honestly.

She can actually pretend that she doesn't know anything. However, she is too familiar with the ink of the ink, and she can easily be dismantled when she sees the clothes.

Qing Muchen first squatted down, stared at the car and looked a few times. He took a few steps in the garden and came up with a sentence, "Who is here?"

"Ink."

"..."

Walking in the front, the footsteps have been steady, and the murder of Chen Muchen is not a brake.

Moxier was out of reach, and the body hit him against his back.

"Oh!" whispered, her arms glaringly covering his waist.

Probably the relationship between the two people, only a few seconds later, let go of the cold.

She looked like she was a little disgusted, and she slid her head and rubbed her hand.

Her movements are very slight, specifically avoiding the sight of Qing Muchen.

When wiping, the distraction of the fundus is undisguised.

Qing Muchen's eyesight was better, and the corner of her eye slanted toward her direction. Looking at her reaction, his face, his face sank.

Moxier did not look at him. After wiping his hand, he also rubbed his arm a few times.

She dismissed him and showed no disguise.

I’ve been squatting a few times, I’m over the head, I’m not going to go on, I’m going to go forward, and my eyes are accidentally hitting him--