The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

I haven't slept all night.

At seven o'clock the next morning, he sent Fang Chi Xia to the airport. Fang Chi Xia was very cooperative with him behind him, walking, and asked casually, "Will you leave together?"

"The flight back to China has not been booked so early." Cold prayer cold faint back to her.

"This way!" Fang Chi Xia looked like a pair, but his heart secretly sent a tone.

As long as he does not leave together, she has more chances to return.

Two people entered the airport in tandem, and cold prayers personally sent Fang Chi Xia to the security check, watching the airport she walked out after she entered.

He suspected that she would not turn back halfway. He deliberately stayed at the airport. It was just that the airport was too big, there were too many doors to enter and exit, and there were many people. The two staggered!

Fang Chi Xia almost immediately returned after entering the security check. She was afraid of colliding with the cold and praying cold. Following the crowd leaving, she immediately took the bus back to the hotel where she lived.

Taking out a photo from the phone, she carefully imported it into the computer and stored it.

Knowing the location of the database doesn't really make much difference, but if you have a chance to get into the company again in the next day, these photos are definitely the equivalent of a map!

Jingle Bell!

The ringtone of the phone suddenly sounded at this time.

Fang Chi Xia returned to God and picked up the phone.

A small milk bag was called.

"Summer and summer, I am a baby, do you miss me?" The voice of the child, the milky milk, like a sugar, sweet to the heart of Fang Chixia.

"Think, I really want to!" Fang Chixia smiled and heard his voice, and his mood was very pleasant.

"But, you haven't called me for so many days." The little milk bag muttered.

"Auntie is very busy these days, I am sorry." Fang Chixia comforted.

“Is it a habit to live alone?” The little milk bag asked like a little adult.

"Well, get used to it." Fang Chixia smiled.

“Is the air there? Is the environment difficult?” asked the small milk bag.

Fang Chixia looked at the big desert outside the yellow sand, and the hot sun, the corner of his lips bent, "all very good, the aunt here is very bright, the scenery ... is very magnificent."

The little milk bag didn't know what her slight pause meant. Only when her environment was really good, she asked, "A person is being bullied in a foreign country? Who is bullying you, baby is flying a cannon to bomb He!"

The words of the three or four-year-old children are very overbearing.

Fangchi Xia mouth corner, but my heart is very warm.

"Baby, I haven't been bullied. I am very good here. In Northern Ireland, listen to the aunt's words, don't picky eaters, do you know?"

"Yeah!" The small milk bag was very clever and gave her a voice.

"Then I hang up the phone?" Fang Chixia was relieved that he was about to hang up the phone. Some hoarse voices of the small milk bag suddenly came from another part of the phone. "Shi Shushu has been looking north and north recently, but not yet. Find. Baby, I want to go north!"

He seems to be crying, and the voice is particularly depressing.

Fang Chi Xia was touched by him. When he heard the name, his heart was sour and he looked at the outside and lost his sight.

Thinking of him?

She also thought about it...

Staring at the desert in the sky for a while, she comforted softly. "Nothing, North and North will not have anything, maybe it is just hurt."

"Yeah!" The little milk bag nodded cleverly.

"Listen to the words of Yan Yan." Fang Chixia once again sighed, phone, hung up.