The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxi was very battered, and his hand still held the position of holding the juice cup. He did not return from his words for a long time.

She didn't know that he just said that he just wanted to say to someone present, or he really thought so.

I can think of the fact that no one in the Qing family has ever prematurely said this, and Moxier thinks it should be the former?

A man like Qing Muchen would want a child?

Moxier did not know him, but with her knowledge of him, she felt that it should not.

If you want to, at least not now.

He does not lack a woman to give him a child, Mo Xier feels that a woman who can give birth to a child, Qing Muchen will not be so casual.

She is a very intelligent girl, and the things that are rationally analyzed are actually quite right.

The same is true of Qing Muchen’s understanding.

This point was confirmed shortly afterwards.

The ink ridge is very stiff, sitting on the sofa, the slender five fingers pinch the cup tightly, and the light squat is covered by the dense eyelashes, making people unable to spy on the emotions in his eyes.

Momo mother is a clear person, and Qing Muchen suddenly mentioned this matter. What is the purpose, he can see through it at a glance.

Smiled, did not dismantle his common sense mistakes, she said, "It is not too early, Mu Chen, you and Xier, do you want to go back earlier?"

She didn't leave the meaning of Moxier and Qingmuchen here. When she called, she said that she was a family dinner. When the meal was used up, she began to swear.

In fact, Moxier did not want to leave. She was more willing to stay here than the villa that was alone with Qing Muchen.

"Mom, isn't it still early?"

"The road is not easy to go, the car has to be open for a long time!" Mommy reminded.

Moxier thought about it too, a little unhappy, but still stood up.

Looking towards Qing Muchen, she said, "Let's go!"

Qing Muchen did not say anything. The big hand took her hand and pulled her away from the door of the Moh family.

Mama mother stood in the living room, quietly watching the two people's figure to leave, looking at the direction of the ink in the eyes without a trace.

The eye of the ink eye slanted to the line of sight that she projected, and her eyes seemed to be chaotic, and she quickly recovered the cold and waveless appearance.

Mommy smiled and talked to him if nothing happened.

"Is these two days okay?"

"Mrs., still the same. Everything is good!"

"Is it my own?" The curvature of the mother's lips is deeper.

Mo Yan first glimpsed, after returning to God, his face was unusually calm, "Yes, ma'am!"

"That's good! You and Xier are both I grew up. You are both good. My dad and I don't need to worry about anything." Mommy licked her lips and sat down with him, saying to herself. Speaking and sighing, "Time flies so fast, and the eyes are already married!"

Her tone is very light, very light, is self-sighing.

However, the two words of marriage are very heavy.

Intention, Moh is a wise man, understands as soon as he hears it.

She is reminding herself of this fact.

His eyes turned to him, and the expression on her mother’s face turned serious. “Ink, I and her father, I hope you can find your own happiness.”

The ink squat stood up and squinted slightly. "Mrs. I understand, I hope that the brook can be happy. The lady doesn't have to think too much."

His words are actually not very straightforward, but with the IQ of Momo's mother, Mo Yan knows that she can understand.