The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"The fighting power is good, and the future blessings are guaranteed." The long and floating words, Tong Yan turned back and went downstairs.

Fang Chi Xia stiff standing in the same place, all the ears are her words, the whole person is a little drunk.

When will this dead girl hurt her?

When Tong Yan went downstairs, Shi Yanyang had already gotten up.

His car was parked outside the villa door and had already started. It seemed that he was waiting for her.

Tong Yan did not tweak this kind of thing with him. He wanted to send her. She opened the door and sat down directly.

The thing last night was very embarrassing, but her relationship with him, looking up and not seeing, can not be avoided.

It is better to avoid facing the horizontal and vertical.

Tong Yan found that her mentality is very good, and she has already reached this point, and she can calmly give herself psychological construction.

Shi Yanyang actually had some expectation to see her blushing little daughter look.

Shi Haoyang’s recent hobby is a bit unique, and I don’t know when it was made. Suddenly I like to look at Tong Yan’s embarrassment.

However, what disappointed him was that the childhood that came out was like nothing happened last night, and it was particularly calm from beginning to end.

Shi Yanyang was a bit disappointed, but did not say anything, and started the car slowly going down the mountain.

When Tong Yan came home with his car, it was already more than nine o'clock.

There was no class today. After she got off the bus, she entered the Qing family and did not come out again.

Qing Muchen has not returned yet, and Moxier is very skillful in learning the art of flower arrangement with Tong Xiyu in the main house.

In the eyes of Tong Yan, Mo Xier is a perfect wife.

Born from a small daughter, or a family like the black/hands, the girl grew up, but not a little delicate, elegant, gentle, and beautiful.

Tong Yan often thinks, such a girl, should all men like it?

This is the Moxier in her eyes.

I haven't seen the impression of when Moxier was in the face of Qing Muchen.

"Xi, brother hasn't come back yet?" Entering the house, Tong Yan's footsteps lived, and Moxier greeted him.

"Not yet!" Moxier returned to her with a word.

"I didn't call back to say when I will come back?" Tong Yanchun was a shun, and asked more.

Moxier did not expect that she would ask such a question, and she was accidentally stabbed by the rose in her hand.

White skin, blood particles almost instantly.

"Hey!" a small cry, not from her, but the child around her.

Moxier returned to God, coveted his hand, his eyes stagnate.

She is not a spoiled person, she does not think that this is a big deal.

Tong Xixi was more distressed than her own. She frowned, panicked and stopped her movements, held her hand up, and Tong Xiyi took a paper towel.

"How can I be so careless? You see, it is bleeding, the girl's skin is tender, and it can't look good when it's broken." The number drops her, and Tong Xiwei helps her wipe the blood on her hand.

"Mom, I'm fine." Moxier faintly returned to her, and her attention was still in Tong Yangang's words.

These two nights, Qing Muchen did not call back once.

He did what he did, she didn't know.

When did he come back, she didn't know.

Whoever he is with, is not safe, she still does not know.

This is her marriage to him.

Everything about him, other outsiders, is always clearer than her wife.