The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen stared at her and looked very deep.

The white scorpion of Xixi can see the face of the tiny capillaries burning like a fire, hot and hot.

Some of hers did not adapt to this atmosphere, but it was quicker.

Calm down the look, just did not happen anything, help him to put the jammed cloth out, she "唰" helped him pull the zipper down.

Li Luo helped him take off his trousers, and helped him to put on a clean, from start to finish, her face almost no fluctuations.

Qing Muchen looked down at her like this, and raised a sarcasm between her lips.

How many practical experiences have you had to achieve such a calm level?

As soon as he thought of it, he saw her eyes slowly turn into disgust.

Xixi looked at his eyes and hated it.

People who already have a fiancée also let other women help to do this kind of thing. How dirty are you?

The disappointment of the eyes of the West was unconcealed. When he changed his trousers, his fingertips accidentally touched the edge of his bottom/trousers. She seemed to be contaminated with some germs, and she slammed her hand and even snorted. I wiped my hand several times by a side wipe.

Qing Muchen looked at her like this, and she didn’t have much expression on her face. It was black.

Sicily didn't mean to go out in his room. It was a rare time. When he didn't let her stay, she didn't want to stay with him for a minute like she used to.

His eyes glanced around in his room. She took the rag and helped him wipe the table. "Isn't the room finished today? I will help you sort it out!"

Qing Muchen did not say much, took care of the collar of his clothes, opened the door and went out to find the ink father.

The ink father seems to be still on this floor, very casually visiting the pattern of the Qing family.

This is the first time he has come to this home and has known Qing Muchen for so many years.

He and Qing Muchen met in Sicily. At that time, he was born in Sicily. When he was jealous, he was still a very small child.

After returning to Qing’s home with Qing Yafeng, when the Moxier was born, the two were busy and had not moved around for so many years.

The Qing family is very strange to him.

Qing Muchen stepped over to him step by step, came to him, and the corner of his eye squinted at the direction of his bedroom. If he had nothing to suggest, "Master, I will take you to other places to walk, and play golf by the way!"

"Good!" The ink father had a preference for golf. As soon as he proposed, he followed him.

In the room of Qing Muchen, Xixi listened to the footsteps of the two disappearing, and sighed.

The death of Qing Muchen has not returned to the main house for a long time until the meal time.

Xixi usually has a lot of work in the Qing family, and everything related to Qing Muchen, the housekeeper almost arranged for her.

When she usually dine, she is also nearby.

However, today, a meal has been resolved, but she has not seen her shadow.

When he walked out of the restaurant, Qing Muchen whispered and asked the next housekeeper. "What about her?"

Still no name, no name, butler is already used to it.

With his head down, he replied very respectfully. "Young Master, West is in the room, it seems to be a little sick."

Qing Muchen did not ask much, followed the ink father to go out, and then went with the ink father all the way.