The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The small milk bag actually feels like a Luo Yibei. He doesn't know how Luo Yibei grew up when he was a child. But when he looks at Luo Yibei, he often has the face of Luo Yibei, when he grows up. The illusion of appearance.

The small milk bag stared at him and looked at it with great concentration. He scanned all the parts of his facial features in detail.

Luo Yibei is watching his eyes.

Saying that the two are similar, the most talked about is the eyes of the two.

Luo Yibei stared at him for a while, and he felt quite like it.

The shape of the eyes, the twilight, and even the natural eyelids!

Luo Yibei stared at Xiao Yi for a while, looking at his little buns face, the more he looked, the more he liked it.

The lips were lightly hooked and his eyes turned to other parts of his facial features.

Staring at his little buns and looking at the fleshy face, Luo Yibei suddenly noticed that it was like removing the excess baby fat from his face. Xiao Yi’s facial features and him were also a bit like.

However, such an idea was just born, and the small milk bag suddenly screamed.

Luo Yi North side, has not returned to God, the body of the small milk bag has rolled down on the carpet.

Seeing that he was attentive, Xiao Yi forgot to sit on the edge of the bed for a while, the body just wanted to move a position, and as a result, fell down!

He seemed to be a little embarrassed, the whole person was like a small meatball, and even rolled two laps on the carpet.

Luo Yi's north corner of the eye, pumped out of bed, came to him a few steps, originally wanted to lift him up, and when he reached over, he touched something sticky.

Luo Yibei first squatted for a few seconds, reacting to what his fingertips touched, like a hot potato, he repeatedly took his hand back.

Saliva!

Small and easy to speak.

"Dirty!" He seemed to be particularly disgusted. He rudely pulled the clean clothes of the small milk bag. He rubbed a few times on the white cloth.

He didn't understand, he was three years old, and what was his mouth?

Luo Yibei still thought that the two had some similarities, but what kind of small milk bag like this, like him?

His most obvious feature is Jie Jie!

Where is this dirty little devil like him?

Luo Yibei did not bring the children, the characteristics of the two or three-year-old children, he did not know.

The small milk bag has a feeling of being disgusted by him, staring at the clear water mark on his clothes. He is considering whether to retaliate against Luo Yibei, and the bathroom door suddenly opens at this time.

Fang Chixia walked out of the bathroom. When she came out, she didn't see anything. She didn't understand the cause and effect of the incident. She only saw the small milk bag lying on the floor and Luo Yibei.

"Luo Yibei, what are you doing?" Resent him, she walked over to the two.

Luo Yibei was stunned by her, and her face was innocent.

Fang Chi Xia did not look at him, bending over and holding the small milk bag.

"Baby, is it hurting? How do you sit on the ground?" She asked for special concern, and her hand helped him to lick his little ass.

The small milk bag is very proud, and the little man's self-respecting child is so ruthless that she is so ruthless. His face is flushed and bungee.

"I, I'm fine!" A person who is usually very fangs is not smooth.

Fang Chi Xia Gang did not respond to him. What did he mean? He looked down and watched him push her hand quietly. She suddenly understood.

Really awkward!