The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The maid wants to be ugly by the West, and even the murder is angered.

However, the effect she expected did not appear.

Seeing that the coffee was about to fall out, Xixi turned his wrists with agility and the coffee in the pot was poured into the open space on the side of Qing Muchen.

The response from Sicily was very fast, and the maid who was near to it looked silly.

Just, to avoid the previous wave, when I want to stabilize my body, it is too late for Xixi.

The body that lost its center of gravity fell down on the legs of Qing Muchen. In the face of so many people, she fell extremely embarrassed.

Qing Muchen did not seem to avoid the meaning, sitting in the position from the beginning to the end of the expressionless face, just quietly watching her cast a gift, after she fell down, he did not push her away.

The maid who committed the crime looked at the scene beside him, looking at the West on the lap of Qing Muchen, mad at his teeth.

White is cheaper!

The face of Xixi and Qing Muchen were very close. Through the thin cloth of the suit pants, she could even feel the scent of his body.

A touch of light, like the smell of hawthorn, a bit cold, but it is unusually good.

It seems that if there is nothing mixed with some turbid taste.

Xixi just didn't understand what it was.

After a few seconds of reaction, the face was hot and hot.

The line of sight was stiff and he glanced at his crotch, sorted out his messy clothes, stood up, and took a few steps back. She kept a little distance from him.

"Sorry, Master! I will go and cook a pot for you." Calm down his face, calmly crossed him and picked up the coffee pot on the floor. She turned the tray and left the scene.

Qing Muchen’s line of sight followed her figure, and she watched her steady pace quietly, and her blackness was very tight.

This departure of Xixi did not come back for more than ten minutes.

As soon as she turned around, the maid who had been standing by in the garden was immediately dismissed by Qing Muchen. "Three seconds disappeared in front of me!"

"Young Master!" The maid did not seem to understand what had happened, raised her face and looked at him with a grievance.

In the face of so many people, let her disappear, is this more dignified?

"Don't let me repeat the second time!" Qing Muchen licked her coffee and seemed to ignore her meaning. She continued to chat with Shi Yanyang. "Yes, what did you say?" ”

Luna is not reconciled, but Qing Muchen has spoken so directly, how many people dare not?

Luna was helpless, stood stiff for a few seconds, and grimaced with her head.

When I passed the main house kitchen, I just ran into the West.

Sicily is making coffee.

The sun shone through the open windows, and the white water vapor squinted at the delicate face, leaning over the coffee pot to look at the side, beautiful like a painting.

The five senses of the West is a woman's exquisite, small, three-dimensional, almost no shortage.

Such a face is not only harmful to Luna, but also a threat to any woman.

After Luna came from Xixi, she didn't see her pleasing to the eye.

Staring at her for a moment, I walked over to her in a few steps. If I had nothing to bend over, I opened the coffee pot and looked at it. "I haven't cooked yet!"

When the cover was uncovered, the direction of the hand holding the handle of the pot was cold, and the coffee pot in the hand tilted and fell in the direction of the West.