The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia thought about the whole night the night before she left, and she finally decided to go to the country of Y.

There is no other reason, just because I have lived there for a long time and I am familiar with it.

As for Cheng Chengxi and the baby, and Mrs. Angel, a capital is so big, she does not think it will be met.

Fasno did not comment on all her decisions. Wherever she wanted to go, he sent her away.

After Fang Chixia arrived, he found a translation job in Y, and then lived there for three and a half years!

Three and a half years later.

Royal palace.

"Baby, baby, don't eat this!"

"Baby, baby is thirsty!"

"Baby, baby is so big, you can not drink milk."

"Baby, you are so beautiful today!"

"Baby, come over and let the baby seriously!"

The grand palace has become extremely lively after a small devil stayed for three and a half years ago.

On the high purple wood chair, a small milk bag in his early age was sitting on the calf with a large group of servants, and both hands were stacked on his knees. The appearance, the words spoken in the small mouth, is more pleasing.

Sha Xingbao sat next to him with a child wiper on his hand. When he was feeding him, his mouth was almost laughing.

"Small mouth is really sweet, who did you learn?" He licked the face of a small milk packet, and Sha Xingbao put his face in front of him.

"It's not what you learned with your baby!" The little milk bag stared at her carefully and looked at her. She couldn't understand anything, but she showed a very aesthetic look, even lifting her hand. Her little hair, "this will be more beautiful."

The hair that Sha Xingbao hangs is actually unintentionally scattered. It hasn't been scattered much. One of his movements, before it was still a good hair style, the hair is smashing and smashing more, and it is almost close to the shawl.

In fact, it is very messy and very aesthetic.

This is the aesthetics of a small milk bag, a three-and-a-half-year-old child.

Sha Xingbao's eyes were squinting at his own hair, and his eyes were smashed.

"Baby, are you deliberate, right?" Just right, she made an angry look.

"Where is it? Baby really thinks this is very good, really!" The little milk bag looked up at her with a small head and smiled, and squinted at her innocently.

The small milk bag is a very beautiful child, male, but the three-year-old child is beautiful regardless of gender.

His face, no matter where he goes, believes that no one will feel bad.

His beauty is very amazing. It is even more beautiful than many European children. Although the five senses are not open, they still can see that the foundation is very good.

More important than beauty is that the mouth is sweet, exciting, clever, charismatic, and casually pretending to be innocent, even if it is clearly done, it is still annoying.

This is the charm of a child less than four years old.

Less than four years after coming to the palace, they killed a lot of men, women and children in the palace, and they didn’t eat anyone who was around.

Sha Xingbao was stunned by his small appearance, and his fingertips scorned his head. She gave him a look. "Oh, let the female officer in the palace give you such a wig." Try?"

"Don't!" The little milk bag squirmed and put a small hand, lifting up the chubby two small hands to help her manage the messy hair.