The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Qing Muchen's back was stiff and stiff, and it seemed obvious that she was shocked by her words.

Moxier looked at him in the direction. She explained the situation of the day. "There was not much time after the car was driven out. In fact, it came back. However, there was a traffic accident and some time was tossed."

Qing Muchen quietly listened to her words, dark ink-like ink, like a sudden darkness in the darkness of the night, reflecting the whole set of inks suddenly brightened a lot.

The thin lip gently picks up, and his lips are pleasingly pleasing.

Moxier looked at him with a sigh of relief and looked at his sly sly eyes. She sighed.

Without much explanation, she turned her back and went outside the room.

Qing Muchen’s line of sight fell in the direction of her departure. She watched her walk out of the room and watched the door slowly being covered. The mood was like a layer of clouds. For the first time in two days, it was so clear.

His pleasure, obviously written on his face, the slightly thin lips, even the eyebrows, can be seen that he is in a good mood.

When I took a shower in the room, I even whistled several times.

Moxier curled up on his couch in the bedroom, listening to the movements and moods in the bathroom, and he never had the ease.

The mood is now, out of her own expectations.

After marrying for such a long time, she never imagined what it would be like to be honest with Chuang Muchen.

Now it seems that the accident has made her feel good.

When Qing Muchen came out, she held a drawing board and was painting.

I don't know what to paint, the pen tip is stunned, and I am exceptionally focused.

Qing Muchen walked slowly and looked over at the drawing board on her hand.

When he saw the contents of the painting, he stunned.

Moxier painted a cartoon with two small guesses, a little girl like a baby, a little boy of three or four years old.

The little boy in the picture accompanied the little **** the cushion, the innocent girl was giggling, and the boy stared at the girl and smiled.

A very infectious painting, pure and beautiful.

Innocent, Qing Muchen did not even believe in the hand of Moxier.

In his view, a woman like Moxier, even if it is painting, the style should be cold and proud.

What she is best at is the image of a princess who is high above, or an image of ethereal dust.

The so sweet picture of childhood, bamboo, and horse, it is hard to imagine the hand of Moxier.

"Good-looking?" The corner of his eye slanted to him, and she raised the drawing board in front of him.

"Fortunately." In fact, Qing Muchen was clearly warmed up in a mess, but it was very praiseworthy.

"Is it? It still shouldn't be read." Moxier took the painting back and wanted to continue repairing, but he was captured by Qing Muchen.

"Give it to me." A faintly gave her a word, no matter whether she was happy or not, holding her paintings, he walked slowly toward the study.

Qing Muchen is not a person who likes Meng, but the painting of Moxier is a shock that he can't tell.

The position of the chest heart is like being baked, and his entire atrium is warm.

The little girl who looks like a baby, the little boy of the age of three or four, isn’t he and her first first sight?

Qing Muchen did not know the meaning of the painting by Moxier, but he automatically understood this as his own guess.