The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier did not answer his question, but stared at him quietly.

Her face was slightly lifted, her eyes drifting slowly on his face, and he looked very meticulous.

"Need me to remind you?" Qing Muchen and her face, the temperature in the middle of the lake, like the water of the winter night lake surface.

Moxier returned to God and waved his thoughts in his head. His voice was very cold. "No, my memory is not so bad!"

"Yes? I just didn't see it in the hospital!" Qing Muchen's lips swelled, and the face was full of irony to her.

"Husband is only one of the family members. If I am married, it means that I will leave my former family because of my husband!" Moxier raised his face and righteously rebutted himself.

"The reason is very good?" Qing Muchen suddenly sullenly hooked the lips.

"Just tell the truth. This is the street." Moxier did not want to argue with him outside, walked in front of the place to go to the parking place, first he stepped on the car, turned his head, his eyes slanted to him.

Qing Muchen stood in the same place, looking at her coldly, without any movement.

"It's far from home, it's not convenient to take a taxi. If you like the environment here, please take care of yourself." Moxier gripped the steering wheel with one hand and stepped on the throttle.

She seems to be really not waiting for him, the car is ready to send out.

Just after the throttle was stepped on, Qing Muchen suddenly moved to her front, lifted her long legs and kicked her in the front of her car, directly blocking the road in front of her.

His movements are very strong and he is not afraid of being hurt.

Moxier’s legs were almost hurriedly retracted, and the driving action was stopped at the right time. When the face was lifted up, his face was pale.

This is the car!

He was so in front of him, in case she stepped on her foot, the consequences of Moxi children can not imagine!

"You are crazy!" She seemed to be a little scared, her face was white and white.

Qing Muchen did not hear her words. She glanced at her coldly. The slender legs were lazy and recovered. Nothing happened. I bypassed the front of the car, opened the door and took her to the passenger seat. One push, he replaced her in the driver's seat.

When she was with her, regardless of whether they were quarreling or in other situations, he was always used to driving.

During the time when Moxier married him, he has long been used to this.

Just, today, looking at the rain curtains outside the window, she suddenly thought about this problem.

Why is he doing this kind of hard work?

In the way that he usually likes to toss her, in the eyes of Moxier, it is his style to give all the hard work and hard work to her.

However, in any case, Qing Muchen's driving technology is better than her, stable than her, like the rainy days like today, or the snowy days of the C city, the car is safer than her own.

However, the reason why he drives every time, is it the same as she thought?

Over the head, Moxier stared at him and glanced at him.

Qing Muchen’s face was still stretched tightly, his eyes focused on the front, and he drove from start to finish, his eyes didn’t drift in the direction of Moxier.

Moxier’s line of sight quietly recovered, and he revisited the rain curtain outside.

The car was very quiet and neither of them spoke.

The world is still, just like the raindrops and the sound of the window.