The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Looking sideways at the mobile phone she left behind, he picked up the phone and stared at the cold and cold phone number, his brow wrinkled, and he threw her mobile phone aside.

After finishing his own clothes, Fang Chixia was accompanying An Qi when he walked out.

Her look turned red when she was under his body, and then turned around, and quickly recovered the faint look of the weekdays.

That feeling, just like nothing happened in the room.

Seeing him walking downstairs, she just looked at him with a faint look and continued to communicate with An Qi. "Madam, why didn't the Prince Heyman have seen it last night?"

"Oh, he, have been living abroad for a few years!" An Qi smiled and replied faintly.

"This way, no wonder." Fang Chixia did not ask more questions, picked up the knife and fork and continued to use his own meal.

After breakfast, she turned to the place where she was in class.

She had a dance class in the morning. The teacher who taught her dance gave her a simple explanation of what she had to learn in the morning. After receiving an emergency call, she left in a hurry.

Fang Chi Xia did not care, and one person practiced the pace in the dance classroom with music.

Her head has always been very smart, and learning everything is fast.

The dance she danced today, the dance teacher also performed it twice to show her, and she could then show the dance completely by her own memories.

The dance she practiced was tango.

Tango is a couple dance, she is not so convenient to practice, but she is very concentrated in the room.

The dance room is filled with music and is a classic tango background music, La-Cumparsita (Masquerade).

A particularly nice piece of music, the melody of the light and full of flavors is flowing out of the dance room, and the garden is far from audible.

Outside the dance, a figure walked slowly toward this side. When I came outside, I looked at her in the room, and the people outside the room stopped.

Fang Chi Xia in the room is still practicing dance in one person.

Tango is a very passionate dance, but Fang Chixia's interpretation will be more elegant and noble than others.

Luo Yibei stood outside the room, staring at her quietly for a moment, pushed the door open and went in.

This time is in the morning, in the big dance studio, the tango music flows quietly.

The morning sun slanted through the window and reflected the entire room.

Fang Chi Xia is still dancing. When her body rotates, she is especially beautiful, like a blossoming poppie flower that blooms beautifully.

Luo Yibei walked a few steps, one arm hooked over her waist, pulling one of her hands to his shoulder, and the other hand, holding her hand.

"How come you?" Seeing him in this place, Fang Chixia had some accidents.

Luo Yibei did not answer, driving her to rotate in her own hands, and her body was in her arms.

Fang Chi Xia just groaned and didn't push him away.

"Do you like pink roses or flowers that like cold and cold?" Above the top of the head, Luo Yibei’s voice rang again.

Although he asked all the flowers this morning, the difference between the two is very large.

If it is the former, the problem will be solved relatively well.

Fang Chixia didn't want to argue with him. After a moment of silence, her voice was faint. "I don't like it."

Luo Yibei Wei Wei, the black cockroach seems to have smashed a few points.