The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chixia stood in front of the guardrail and stared at the table and was preparing to pour the wine. He glanced at his eyes and lost his eyes. Suddenly, he said, "Easy, you said, now we are not like the real Honeymoon?"

"What is it really? How do you say it?" Luo Yibei glanced at her with a faint look. "Can this kind of thing still be fake?"

Fang Chi Xia just smiled a little and did not argue.

He is right, can there be a vacation for this kind of holiday?

However, the two people from the original she took the initiative to go to him, marry him to the real wedding now, why does she always have an unreal feeling?

Luo Yibei did not know her mind, and poured a glass of wine for each of them, and came to her in front of her.

"The wedding should have a process!" He paused and added two more words, "Cross the cup!"

Fang Chi Xia slightly stunned, and Nener took the wine glass in his hand.

The hand passed around his arms, and she leaned her head slightly, and she simply drunk the glass of wine.

Luo Yibei took a drink from his cup and poured her a cup again.

The amount of wine in Fangchi is normal. After two cups, the face has begun to turn red.

When the two men got on the boat, it was not too early. After sitting for a while, the dim sea level began to fade, and soon the sun rose slowly from the sea and sky.

Fang Chixia’s head is on the shoulder of Luo Yibei, and his eyes are on the scene of the sea. It seems to be a bit happy. “Sunrise, the sun is coming!”

Her voice was a little excited, and her hand pulled his arm.

The character of Fang Chi Xia, when indifferent, is particularly appealing.

When you like it, it is as pure as your child.

Luo Yibei glanced at her and faintly "hmm".

Fang Chi Xia took out his mobile phone and took photos of himself on the sea.

Back to the sea, the phone in her hand photographed her face and the sunrise behind her. Her eyes turned to Luo Yibei and pointed the camera at him and herself.

"This is Sicily. On the first day of the wedding, I saw a sunrise with my new husband. Is the sunrise in Sicily beautiful?"

She is talking to herself while she is recording a VCR.

Luo Yibei’s eyes were taken after her “new husband” and how could she not listen.

If yesterday’s wedding was newly married, he could barely accept it. What is the new husband?

What is he counted in the past two years?

Luo Yibei squinted at her, and a cold scream swept over and took the camera in her hand.

Switching to the photo mode, pressing her face against herself, with the sunrise behind her as the background, he took a picture of the two.

Fang Chi Xia is still a match, when facing the camera, even laughing slightly.

In fact, recalling that it has been two years, she and his photo, almost no.

Even the wedding photos are not taken...

"Right, when will I go back?" I took the phone and stared at the photo inside, and she asked casually.

"When do you want to go back?" Luo Yibei did not answer.

"Tomorrow!" Fang Chixia thought of a company as big as Rong Xi, and should have accumulated a lot of work for him.

"Okay, then tomorrow." Luo Yibei sipped the wine from the cup, and the wine glass was thrown away. The goblet crossed the track in the air and fell steadily on the table with white napkins. .

After two people stayed at the sea for a while, when the day was completely bright, they returned to the resort.