The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"This way!" The little milk bag was thoughtful after her words, and it looked like she really understood her life.

He doesn't really understand.

I haven't been in his dictionary yet.

However, he knows that it is related to money.

This woman is short of money!

"Do you want to change jobs that make more money?" Silence for a while, his face lifted up and she looked at her eyes.

Fang Chi Xia slightly stunned, and some did not understand what he meant.

"What job?"

"Into the palace! The income in the palace is better, it is much higher than the translation! Working in it for a month, the income can be compared to the outside for several months, and it is not necessary to come to such a place so hard." Bao Xiaoying looked at her and followed the temptation.

The expression on Fang Chi Xia’s face was slightly stiff after his words.

Her acquaintance in the life of the country of Y does not know that the Y country can smash the site of Cheng Xi!

She used to live in the palace for a while. If she went to work in the palace, her identity might not be hidden.

Fang Chi Xia is certainly not going to the palace.

But he didn't say so directly to the little milk bag, but he licked his hair. "Do you think you can go in to work in the palace?"

"Looking for a relationship! Doesn't it depend on the relationship when I go there this year? If you want to go in, I can help you!" The little milk bag stood up and said it was very derogatory.

"Just you?" Fang Chi Xia gave him a look, his eyes with a thick contempt.

All-round children have the feeling of being discriminated again. "What happened to me?"

"Well, let's go find it! Let's deny it!" Fang Chixia stood up and arranged the folds of his clothes very casually, and hugged him up.

"Auntie took you to find a place to go!"

She holds his movements in a special nature, which feels like holding his own child.

Growing up in the small milk palace, it is born to be noble.

In the palace, because of the relationship between identity and humility, the average person does not dare to hold him.

He was only embraced by members of the royal family from small to large.

Fang Chi Xia was the first stranger to hold him.

Feeling, a bit strange, a bit strange, but it doesn't make the small milk bag hate, even a little warm.

A short, white arm wrapped around her neck, and he put his head on her shoulder intimately.

She has a very good smell on her body. It is very fresh and very light orange flower. The small milk bag has not been smelled by anyone else. It is much better than the perfume on the lady who goes in and out of the palace. Fresh and natural, people feel close.

The face of the small milk bag pillow on her shoulder could not help but squat at her shoulder, buried her face on her shoulder, and buried it in her neck and smelled it.

His movements are particularly attached, like the child's embrace of the mother's arms.

Fang Chi Xia stunned, staring at him sideways and glanced at him, thinking that he was a child without a mother, and her arms unconsciously tightened him.

She is also a child without a mother. The small milk bag is sometimes a slight movement, and it is easy to touch her heart.

"Baby, where is it?" The two men continued to walk forward, and Fangchi walked in the summer and asked.

"I don't know." The voice of the small milk bag is very vague.

"Where is it when you are separated from the land?" Fang Chixia corrected his wording.

"Deck." The little milk bag returned to her.