The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

In the darkness, Qing Muchen’s eyes are bright.

The fingertips pinched her small chin, his cold voice, but there was a flame like heat in the night. "I don't want to, just want to remind you of your identity as a wife!"

The big hand held her face slowly toward her, his fingertips were very strong, arrogant, overbearing, and could not be resisted.

Pulling Moxier’s face against himself, his lips caught her lips and kissed him.

The tip of the tongue swept past her lips, and he slammed her hard.

Moxier seems to have obvious pain, and the eyebrows are screwed.

"Bastard!" Struggling to push him away, his arms just lifted up, but he was pressed back to fold behind him, easily playing her two hands, his lips kissed her again.

Without any warning, he was biting and biting, and his strength was as big as engraving his brand on her body, her soul.

His rudeness, got tonight, got a better interpretation.

Moxier does not like him like this. With her usual personality, when she does not want to, she will resist him with all her strength.

However, today's Moxier does not know how, and his head always recalls the eyes of Qing Muchen today.

Moxier did not know what happened to him, as if he had been stunned, recalling it over and over again, and again and again lost God.

The man who pressed her was willing to do whatever she wanted, and Moxi’s lips were sore and the lips/petals seemed to be broken.

Pain in the lips, pain in the body, pain in the limbs...

a long night...

Moxier didn't know how to go tonight. Even after falling asleep, his head was still over and over again, and every picture of him and her tonight was still circulating.

After waking up the next day, she was particularly tired and tired than running a tens of thousands of meters of marathon.

The pillows around me have no temperature, and Qing Muchen has obviously got up.

Moxier stared at the room and glanced at the room. She listened carefully to the movement of the room. She did not hear his voice, and she sighed.

When changing clothes and going downstairs, Qing Muchen sat in the living room for lunch.

Moxier's gaze swept away in his direction, the eyes of two people collided, and her body trembled unconsciously.

This is the first time she sees him afraid.

For the first time, the people who came out of the Mohist family were afraid of being in front of people.

Not afraid of any aspect of him, just, she was a little afraid of him who was so rude last night.

Her reaction was very slight, however, Qing Muchen was sharply captured.

It seems that this phenomenon is a bit ridiculous, and his lips taunted and rose.

The two were still a few meters away, but Moxier clearly felt the deep contempt of him.

He snorted and calmed his face, concealing his own shackles. She stood quite back, and suddenly walked over to him like nothing happened last night.

"Daddy is not ready to come back today?"

When she sat down at the table in front of him, she asked casually.

"Yeah." Qing Muchen did not seem to be willing to talk to her more, the answer was very concise.

Moxier's hand is mixing with sauce and stiffened.

"I haven’t come back after two days of going out?"

Qing Muchen coveted her own meal and ignored her words.

Moxier did not expect him to be very good at his attitude, and his indifference was not unexpected.