The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The cruise ship continues to drive on the sea.

The destination is the place to sail to the coast where Mu and his family are fighting, and where Jing Muchen and the other party have made an appointment.

When West West came up with a tray, Luo Yibei was dining.

Qing Muchen was sitting on the chair with no expression, arms around his chest, and nothing started, like waiting for her.

"This is what the butler sent me to." Sicily took the snack to the two, took out the small plate inside, and placed it on the table.

Qing Muchen stared at her face in silence.

The chill on his face was still gone, it seems that she had just started.

Xixi didn't see it. He helped the two people put the food on the table and asked them to quietly retreat to the side, but they were stopped by Qing Muchen again. "Stop!"

Cold and cold sound, cool as cold fog, no fluctuations.

The West was stiff and the drooping hand pinched the deep folds of the clothes.

She seems to be forbearing.

Silence for a while, when the face turned slightly, the look returned to a calm and calm look. "What else does the young master command?"

"Standing at the side of the wine at any time!" Qing Muchen handed the glass to her.

Xixi was helpless and could only stay in his side.

Qing Muchen drank the wine from the cup and handed it to her.

A few steps came to the table, and when he bent down to help him pour the wine, he stared at the glass in his hand and looked at it. He squinted at his clean body. The cup was handed to him, and the hands of the two were handed over. When she did not reach out, she slammed her hand with a glass of wine -

In one action, the wine glasses fell on the trousers of Qing Muchen.

The goal is aimed at his... pants.

Her movements were very sudden, and the shots were very fast, so that she couldn’t react to Qing Muchen.

When I turned back to God, the pants were already wet.

The wet cloth with the red wine sticks to the body, and the face of Qing Muchen is somewhat embarrassing.

Luo Yibei did not seem to expect such a scene, sitting opposite the two, watching this scene quietly, he was slightly surprised.

His intuition has always been sharp, and he dared to say that it was intentional.

On the cruise ship of Qing Muchen, dare to offend the master so boldly, this girl, courage is commendable!

"Young master, your pants are wet! I just didn't mean it!" Sisi stared at his pants for a moment, handing a quick napkin to him.

Qing Muchen's body was very cold, his head was low, and she could not see the expression on his face.

Xixi stood by, quietly guessing that he was offensive to his possible outcome.

She is not afraid of it, but she is calm and wants to cope with the policy.

She thought he would blame her, or shell her, or let her leave the cruise.

Who knows, after standing up, he just faintly dropped a sentence, "Follow me!"

In this sentence, I turned to the deck.

Xixi didn't know what he was going to do, but he spoke, and her identity could only be heard.

Stepping on her legs, she followed a few steps.

The two went to the cabin in tandem and passed through the long corridor. When they went down, they encountered several servants.

The wet stains on Qing Muchen's trousers were spectacular. Several servants passed through and couldn't help but glance at his pants.

Seeing the wet stains above, each face was a little scared.

In addition, watching the eyes of the two people is a little surprised.

The pants are wet...