The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yi was lying on the beach chair in the north, lazily scattered, put the small milk bag on him, and the small milk bag was laughing at him.

The picture of the two together, the extra relatives.

Cold and cold standing next to him, listening to the sound of the two people kept coming out, the eyes seemed to be a little cold.

"I will take you lunch!" Fang Chixia sat extremely uncomfortable here, squinting cold and praying cold, hard to open the hand of Luo Yibei with her waist, walking in front leading the cold pray Go to the restaurant of the resort.

Luo Yibei’s line of sight moved along her figure, watching the two people drifting away and touching their noses.

"North and North, I am also hungry!" The little milk bag licked the flat stomach and picked him up.

"Hey, you go to eat." Luo Yibei took him home and looked at Fang Chi Xia’s direction. When he thought he would follow him, he held him. The direction of the hotel room went, "I will send the lunch to the meeting."

"But, summer and summer with the uncle!" Small milk bag reminded.

Luo Yibei did not care.

"You are so relieved?" The little milk bag tried and asked.

Luo Yibei still did not care.

The small milk bag was not interesting, and he closed his mouth.

Luo Yibei took him back to the villa and didn't come out after a long day.

Fang Chi Xia returned to the house after 7:00 in the evening, probably after returning to the house after dinner, and did not stay with the cold and pray for too long.

The small milk bag and Luo Yibei together, do not need her worry, Fang Chi Xia did not go to find him, went back to the balcony and then went to the balcony, was prepared to take out the drawing and drawing for a while.

The pen was just taken out, and the laughter of the hahaha suddenly came from the balcony of the next room.

Small milk bag.

I don't know what I am playing, I seem to have a good time.

Fang Chixia's line of sight followed the balcony next door, staring at the two people coming out of the balcony and looking at it, his face was stagnant.

Luo Yibei walked to the guardrail with a small milk bag and looked at her in the direction of her, and faintly received it.

"Really!" Lazy tone, as if he knew that he lived next door is her.

Already betrayed by a small milk bag countless times, now Fang Chi Xia does not believe in any accident.

Just staring at him, she took a look back, and when he didn't exist, he continued to draw the design if nothing happened.

Luo Yibei looked at her direction, put the small milk bag down, took a step to the balcony between the two, arms on the guardrail, stared at her for a while, his eyes flashed "What happened that day, I didn't expect the scene to become like that."

Fang Chi Xia is still drawing a design, the pen tip leaps on the paper, and I don’t know if he is listening to him.

Luo Yibei knew that she must listen in, silence for a while, and continue slowly. "Grandpa's business, don't care as much as before! He is him, I am me, my marriage, he can't dominate!"

Fang Chixia’s hand holding the brush paused, and the tip of the pen touched the paper very tightly, and the thin paper was quickly punctured.

"In the past six years, along the way, I know that you are not easy. I accept a lot of criticisms and suffer a lot of grievances. If I am tired, I will allow you to take a short break." Luo Yibei looked slowly to her face. The tone is aggravating, "But, I want to let go, I will never think about it in my life!"