The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The small milk bag and the toy's hand froze, staring at a group of people in a confused look, and he took the phone and looked at his face.

When the screen of the mobile phone is completely black, it can be used as a half mirror.

The small milk bag held the mobile phone, staring quietly at the inside, and looked at it, and stiffly looked over at Fang Chi Xia, who was sitting next to her.

He looked at her eyes very brightly, and Fang Chixia knew that it was a happy expectation.

She is also watching him, she sees his eyes very confused.

Tong Yan was still sitting next to her. She seemed to be hit by a stick. She crouched beside the small milk bag and her eyes were flush with him. She stared at him seriously and looked at him.

She didn't pay attention to the posture of the small milk bag and the gesture of taking things. She looked at his facial features.

Xiao Yi is only three years old, and his face is fleshy. Although he can't see all the facial features, he can still see that the child's genes are very well genetically inherited.

Tong Yan stared at his eyes and looked at it for a while, and said to himself, "It is very like Yibei!"

The little milk bag heard the words, and the eyes seemed to be brighter.

Diligently turned his face to Fang Chi Xia, he looked at her with a look of hope, hoping to hear the same words from her mouth.

However, Fang Chi Xia's lips moved, but he poured a cold water.

"Baby, Auntie has no children!"

Her tone was very weak. When she said this, the heart of the chest seemed to be shackled by one hand, and the eyes were still stinging.

The light that had just risen in the eyes of the small milk bag was half-baked after her words.

He sat on the sofa for a while, then squatted down, and went to the office of Luoyibei upstairs.

When he entered Luoyibei, the sensation caused by him was the same as that in the Fangchixia office. There were many voices around him.

Nothing about gestures and walking postures, and eyes like Loe North.

The small milk bag stared at a group of people and looked at it. When he came to the office of Luo Yibei, he just wanted to push the door away. Luo Yibei suddenly walked out of it.

The discussion in the office continued, and the voices were very small. After seeing Luo Yibei, the arguments were even more vigorous.

The small milk bag raised a small face and looked at Luo Yibei's face. His eyes were a little flickering.

He wants to hear from Luo Yibei that Fang Chi Xia is not the same answer. The child's mind is very simple, and everything is expressed on the face.

Luo Yibei is very clear what he is looking forward to. He stared at Xiao Yi for a while, and he couldn't bear it. In the end, he still stiffened his hand and scorned his head. He faintly spoke out, "Xiaoyi Uncle has no children!"

In fact, for him, the posture of walking, the posture of taking things, and even the eyes are not enough to explain the problem.

How many people are like eyes?

Walking and taking things, Xiao Yi is still small, it is easy to follow adults, and he has recently been in contact with him. It is just as normal as him.

The only light in Xiao Yi’s eyes was extinguished after his words. He seemed to be hit, his beautiful eyes were eclipsed, his mouth was smashed, and a small face suddenly collapsed.

Like a wounded little beast, his head was so low that his shoulders shivered slightly, and he was particularly affectionate.

Luo Yibei is not a sympathetic person, but Xiao Yi, who looks like this, can see his heart's special depression.