The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

When she ate, she even sent out a bang, and it was a little big.

Her fragrance can even be described as vulgar.

Luo Yibei sat opposite her, just staring at her with interest, and did not say anything.

From time to time, she will raise her hand to help her wipe the lips of the sauce.

Today, his eyes are soft and the volatility in his eyes seems to overflow.

The hand of Fang Chixia’s meal was paused under his movements, but he did not go to see him.

Lightly hanging his head, as if he did not exist, she continued to cut the food in the plate.

After solving a dinner, she stood up and she left the deck in the first step. "I want to see Xiaoyi!"

"Good." Today's Luo Yibei, unexpectedly good discussion.

Fang Chixia went to the side of the station, waiting for him to lead the way.

Luo Yibei walked toward her in a few steps. When she passed by her, her hand naturally caught her and led her down the cruise ship.

Fang Chixia stared at him and took a look at his hand. He asked for a hand-reflective response. However, every time he twitched, Luo Yibei tightened her hand.

Repeatedly.

After a few tossing, Fang Chi Xia simply gave up the struggle.

Behind him, let him lead himself to some direction in the depths of the island. As she walked, she asked, "When will I go back?"

"Don't like it here?" Luo Yi was not on the side of the north, still slow and taking his own path.

"I don't like it." Fang Chixia returned to him without hesitation.

"Is it? But I didn't see you hate it." Luo Yibei's tone was lazy and sloppy.

Fang Chi Xia was caught by his words.

Is he talking to her?

"Is it a deliberate arrangement to come to Sicily?" She looked up and she changed her face with no expression.

"Isn't this a son's proposal here?" Luo Yibei underestimated the relationship with himself.

Fang Chi Xia was once again blocked by him.

Luo Yi's north lip corner hooked lightly, and the pace under his feet was lighter.

The long path is full of dense plumeria flowers, a touch of aroma, with the night wind blowing slowly, fresh and quiet.

Luo Yibei walked in front, Fang Chixia followed behind, passing through one deep and another small road, the two were finally introduced to a huge castle.

When I entered, the small milk bag sat in the living room, surrounded by a group of servants, holding a toy to hand the juice, rocking the fan, and the young master was served very well.

Two small short legs rested on the sofa and swayed a little, Xiaoyi originally had eyes to enjoy the squatting. When he heard the footsteps of Fang Chixia, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mummy!" Zhang opened his little arm and he called her away.

Fang Chixia walked a few steps in the summer, and he hugged him up and put it on his side. "Have a good time here?"

Her words are slightly ironic.

She obviously put the accomplice of Xiao Yi Dang Luo Yibei, and the tone of speech is different from usual.

The small milk bag is a very smart child, and she can immediately smell out what went wrong from her tone.

His eyes fluttered upstairs, and he pretended not to understand her words. "It's very good, there is a beautiful Sisi sister upstairs!"

When it comes to West, his eyes are smiling and bent, as if he likes it, just because there is something like West.

The heart of Luo Yibei was well concealed by him, and he did not dare to mention it at all.