Her voice was so loud that she could hear it across the gates of the garden.

Running down the spiral staircase, I want to go directly to the entrance. Outside the gate, a long figure suddenly walks slowly toward this side. The man entering the house holds a bunch of brightly colored Charlotte, which is more delicate than the sculpture. Jun face is like a dazzling glare in the sun.

The eyes fell in her direction, while walking, the man stared at her.

Moxier was shocked to see the man who appeared in Turkic, still licking his hand on his chest and suddenly stupid.

Why is he here?

The man's gaze was glanced at her hand, and the thin lips were hung up and down.

The distance between the two was ten meters away. Moxier could not see the other person's eyes, but he obviously felt the chill of the other person.

It was a kind of cold that broke into the bones. Even if the eyes of the two did not intersect, they could still be creepy.

Qing Muchen is still coming to this side. His pace is very slow. Every step, the steps under his feet are dragged hard.

Moxi looked at him closer and closer to himself, and reflexively stepped back two steps.

Qing Muchen did not miss her subtle movements, such as the slyness of the ink, and the cold corner of the lips.

Ink and Dad are still in the living room, and they see the two people who have been watching each other. The couple smiled happily.

"Husband, I said that it is not wrong to choose Muchen!" These two children have more matches, and the eyes are sticking fast."

"Word, what are you talking about." Indigo smiled and smacked her shoulder.

Moxier shook his shoulders after the words of the two men. He wanted to explain a few words when he turned his head. It was just that when he went to the lips, he felt that it was unnecessary.

She does not want her parents to know about herself and Qing Muchen.

Qing Muchen seems to think about her. When she came to her side, the smile that was originally condensed in her lips was like a soft breeze like a spring breeze. Her eyes slanted to her, and he handed the flowers in his hand. She, "Baby, this is for you."

A baby, he called Shunkou, but Moxier was a goose bump.

Moxier’s body was really shaken twice, and it was obviously shaking. However, it was covered by an arm of Qing Muchen and covered.

"Thank you." The stiffness took over the flowers, and did not care about the problems he called. Moxier was in the presence of his parents and cooperated with him in his arms.

Qing Muchen looked at her movements, her lips were cold and cold, thinking about her words when she had just entered the door. He couldn’t help but float out, "Will you still take care of the ink?"

His words were extremely mild.

Like an adult who is asking a child.

Moxier's hand holding the flower trembled, and the flower branch shook twice under her movements.

He heard it?

"Well?" Qing Mu Chen Jun's face was posted to her ear, and the yin test was questioned.

Moxier’s cheek and the piece he was attached to were like ice, and he was frozen by him.

Moxier is very clear that she should deny this time, but her character has always been simple.

"Yes, yes, ink is hurt." Moxier was silent for a while, as true.

"This way!" The long "ah" word was dragged by him for a long time.

In front of his face to take care of other men, dare to admit that it is so direct!

Should he admire her guts?