The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia did not care.

"I said come over!" Luo Yibei's thin lips licked again.

Fang Chi Xia did not want to quarrel with Xiao Yi, sinking and breathing, hesitating, leaning against his arms.

Luo Yibei took advantage of her, and her hands were naturally placed on her waist.

"Sleep!" He didn't have a hard time. The arms were so fixed around her, and the thin lips fainted and he closed his eyes.

The two have been married for several years, and Fang Chixia has long been familiar with him.

Even if she still doesn't adapt to a family of three-sleeper in Xiaoyikou, she falls asleep quickly in Luoyibei's arms.

Xiao Yicai is more than three years old, so the small children actually occupy a very small space.

He didn't sleep like many children and turned over. He slept more peacefully, and his movements were even more elegant. The high cold in his bones was well reflected at this time.

There is one more person in bed, but there is no difference between it and not much.

Fang Chixia slept very slowly. When he woke up the next morning, the small milk bag had already woke up.

She also relied on Luo Yibei's arms, Luo Yibei also woke up, but did not avoid the children in the presence, arms still glaring at her.

The small milk bag was staring at the bed and staring at the two people.

The eyes walked up and down the faces of the two men for several laps, and finally settled on the body where the two men clung together.

The two people staring at them looked at each other and his lips were bent.

"Last two of you put me on the side last night just to be right?" He spoke like a teacher interrogating a student, and his speech rate was slow.

"What is it?" Luo Yibei squinted at him and answered very directly.

Xiao Yi is a little bit hit, but the heart is not vulnerable.

"North-North, is this in your disapproval?" The small milk board was facing the face and asked.

Luo Yibei was not so sharp this time, but faintly returned to him, "The corner is more comfortable to sleep, the space is bigger, you can roll around at will."

He is so grandiose that it sounds quite reasonable.

Fang Chi Xia was stunned by his words, and the small milk bag that had been gnashing his teeth was blocked by him for a while.

"Well, get up, pick the bed!" Luo Yibei also remembered the matter last night, opened the bed and went to bed. He went straight to the bathroom.

When the little milk bag heard this, he immediately came to the air and was very happy to follow him to the bathroom.

"We have to change the size twice this!"

"Good!" Luo Yibei faintly greeted him.

"Three times better, three times wider!" The small milk bag thought and corrected.

"it is good."

"What style do you like in North and North? European, Chinese, court, or simple?"

"All right."

"But baby likes to make a small house, and there are stairs that can be climbed step by step. There is also a platform that can be filled with all kinds of toys." The small milk bag floated out again.

Luo Yibei had been following him, listening to him, and his eyes jumped.

Like a small house, what kind of ghost is a bed full of toys?

"North-North, what do you think?" The little milk bag looked up at the small head, as if some expect to have the same consensus with him.

Luo Yi's north lip licks the pumping, stops the action of squeezing the toothpaste, raises his hand and rubs his head. "Baby, the house shape is not needed? Sleep more and suppress! As for the toy, like it, Uncle will send you a house in the next day!"