The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia Shuangyu looked at him with a sigh of relief.

"Go, it's hard!" The hand that squeezed her chin loosened, and Luo Yi turned his back and then wiped his short hair carelessly.

His last words sounded very polite, but he did not know anything about it.

Fang Chi Xia has not yet gone to the kitchen, he floated again and again, "Right, prepare French dinner, have come to France, French and South France are the best match!"

He said carelessly, Fang Chi Xia hated his long and loose tone.

However, eating is a matter for two people, not him alone.

She should be fine.

Did not care about him, she turned into the kitchen.

Her French cooking skills have not grown since four years ago.

Fang Chixia encountered a special aura in various problems at work. At other times, the reaction was very agile. However, she never made much progress in cooking.

First, it is almost always a person's life, cooking a person's things is troublesome, so she almost eats outside, but she does not have time to work in the kitchen to study such trivial things.

A few steps into the matching small kitchen, the refrigerator opened, staring at the things inside, and she took out a lot of ingredients and began to prepare.

Luo Yibei was blowing hair outside with a hair dryer.

His hair was short, and he dried it a few times. After that, he was quiet for a while, followed by a footstep in the room. He seemed to be coming.

Fang Chi Xia did not pay attention, still facing his kitchen door to prepare himself.

Luo Yibei leaned against the door and stared at her intently. He looked at the restaurant and even started ordering food. "Right, I like the dishes we used to eat in the night, my taste, You know!"

The dishes of the night are notoriously tall, and they are made by the world's top chefs. Whether it is a plate or a dish, it is impeccable.

Fang Chi Xia was not very good at cooking. She made something that could have half of the night. It was already an extraordinary play.

"I want to go to the restaurant on the tall." He didn't look at him behind him. She was cold and ironic.

“Is the restaurant not far from here?” Luo Yibei counterattacked indifferently.

“Why did you book such a hotel at the beginning?” Fang Chixia was slightly dissatisfied with the hotel he chose this time.

"Isn't the hotel booked for you?" Luo Yibei's eyebrows gently pick a light reminder.

"It is your choice!" Fang Chixia retorted.

"Oh!" Luo Yibei seemed to realize the problem. He sighed with a long sigh and returned to her. "You didn't take a look when you ordered it?"

Fang Chi Xia was lost by him.

Ordinary people book hotels who will go to see if there is a restaurant?

Isn't this necessary for every hotel under normal circumstances?

She was particularly speechless to his words, and resentfully slammed the knife in her hand.

Her strength was great, and the cutting board was slammed.

Luo Yibei's eyes faintly slanted to her, and the corner of her eyes jumped slightly.

Wild!

"Prepare!" Slowly, she walked over to her, and one of his fingers poked her shoulder.

His movements are particularly lazy, and Fang Chi Xia is resentful. Such an action is undoubtedly a fuel on the fire.

Fang Chi Xia’s body seemed to shake slightly.

Gas.