The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei’s character is very cold. When he meets a stranger, he is usually a expression of a stranger.

The small milk bag character has a high cold side, but most of the time it is more clever, more words, and more lively.

Such two people, in fact, should be the intersection of the Eight Diagrams.

However, the images that are close together are unusually harmonious.

Yan Chengxi stood in the distance and stared at the two people watching it for a long time and did not understand how the small milk bag was so close to Luo Yibei.

He came over and wanted to bring the little milk bag to his side, but looking at the two people like this, he held back the impulse.

Regardless of the small milk bag, he turned to join the guest group and continued to entertain.

The arms of the small milk bag also climbed Luo Yibei.

He has never been a person who is close to anyone who is easy to get close to.

He likes to be close to him. He has to look at the other person's face first, whether the value of the face is up to standard, followed by personality or the like, or he can't look pleasing to the eye.

Although Luo Yibei's character is not very pleasing, but the small milk bag to see his face is how to look pleasing to the eye.

He smacked Luo Yibei's neck a little tightly, and couldn't help but lick his face.

The mouth of his mouth was drooling, and this, Luo Yibei’s clean and handsome face was so wet that he was wet.

The atmosphere, dead.

The atmosphere that was originally harmonious between the two seemed to be awkward.

Luo Yibei’s face was stiff and stiff, and his arms were stiff.

His face was almost black in an instant.

The behavior of the small milk bag is purely unquestionable, and I can't help myself.

"I will wipe it for you!" He stared at him silently, and the small milk bag lifted his not-so-clean sleeves and greeted his face.

I still don't know where to go with some white cream on my sleeve.

Luo Yibei’s face was once again stiff.

The small milk bag does not matter, still continue to help him wipe.

His action is actually a special favor, he wants to make up for the mistakes.

Who knows, this rub, Luo Yibei was originally a bright face, directly smeared into a white piece.

Luo Yibei’s face seemed to be slightly distorted.

The little milk bag stared at his face and glanced at it. He knew that he was in trouble and his face was a little awkward.

"Oh, huh! I didn't mean it!" Squeezing hard at him, the little milk bag carefully shrank from him.

Luo Yibei is tall and has long legs, which is in sharp contrast with his short legs.

The first time that the small milk bag realized that the leg length was really a trouble is now this time.

It’s hard to shrink down...

The small milk bag was a bit resentful, his legs and feet squatted on him, his arms were holding his legs, and when he slipped the slide, he straightened down from him.

Sitting on the floor with a buttock, licking the buttocks that hurt the roots, he pointed to the direction of the Chengxi Villa, reminding, "I am sitting on the side of the room, you can go there to wash!"

When he finished, his head twisted and he went away.

Luo Yibei made several breaths deeply, endured the anger that was about to erupt, and turned to go to the direction of Villa Cheng Chengxi.

After the small milk bag left him, he continued to wander around at the dinner party.

His pace was very slow, his head was high, and he stared at the guests around him as if he were looking for someone to talk to him.

When Luo Yibei was about to leave the banquet hall, his eyes glanced in his direction.