The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Just preparing to walk towards her, Fang Chixia was quick to avoid, and rushed toward the direction of the car.

The door was slammed on the backhand, Luo Yibei did not shoot, she returned to the car herself, the speed, disappeared very quickly.

The small milk bag was sitting in the car. From the beginning to the end, I watched the scene of the two people. The small face was sideways, and I looked at Fang Chi Xia around me. He looked down on his face. "Summer, you are stunned!"

"Stop!" Fang Chixia is now spurred by Luo Yibei, and when she looks at the similar face of Luo Yibei, she seems to see Luo Yibei. It’s mad.

The little milk bag pouted, and the face was innocent.

Luo Yibei slowed down and walked over here, his eyes glanced at Fang Chi Xia in the car, and he coldly hooked his lips.

Play with him?

Means are not enough!

When the door closed, he started the car and went to the direction of the hotel.

Fang Chi Xia sat behind, always absent-minded.

She is thinking about how to solve the problem of the two.

The child’s guideline has been buried, and she is unlikely to return to Luo’s home.

She didn't want to be known to Luo Yibei one day, when the lead was ignited and the bomb exploded again.

She has buried the scars, she does not want to open again, she does not want to be blown up by his anger.

She must leave!

However, thinking about the new things, Fang Chixia has some headaches.

I want to escape from the bottom of Luo Yibei, this is a very important thing to study IQ!

Fangchi Xia Yilu was absent-minded back to the hotel, arrived at the hotel's gate, Luo Yibei first down the car, and then took the small milk bag to the hotel.

Fang Chi Xia saw that he didn't care about himself. He wanted to go back when he turned around. However, his legs just opened, and Luo Yibei looked like a long, eye-catching look.

Fang Chi Xia was shocked by his appearance, and his legs were stiff and retracted. He glanced at him and she followed his footsteps.

"Remember that I reminded you." Luo Yi's north lip twitched a cold arc and walked in front of the hotel.

Fang Chixia tried to fail once, and then did not do any useless work, and he followed him upstairs.

After returning to the room, Luo Yibei went directly to the children's room with a small milk bag.

He has never been a gentle person, he has never been, even if he used to be so good in the summer, but when he is gentle, there are not many.

However, now, following the small milk bag into the room, he actually squatted on the ground and studied the toy together with the small milk bag.

The children's room has a lot of toys, and the whole room is full.

The small milk bag sits in the pile of toys, like a curious baby. I pick up this look for a while, pick up the look for a while, and let Luo Yibei help him demonstrate the gameplay. "Uncle, how is this assembled?"

"I'll help you!"

Luo Yibei was never a patient person, but in the face of a small milk bag, his patience seemed to be excellent. Pieces of small parts, puzzles, he helped the small milk pack.

When he was puzzled, he was particularly focused. His face was slightly faintly forty-five degrees, his eyes were deep, and his slender, well-proportioned hands were flexible and elegant.

At this time, Luo Yibei had a magnetic body that he did not have. Fang Chixia felt that he would be charming when he taught his little milk bag to play with toys.

The gentleness that is inadvertently distributed seems to be fascinating.