The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The room was quiet, there was no light, and the whole room was lit with candles.

There is a dining table in the center, the candlelight is swaying on the table, and there is a bunch of perfume roses that are fresh to the dew.

The whole room is a touch of scent of roses.

Luo Yibei stared quietly at the table for a while, and his lips were lightly hooked.

His eyes looked out of the dining table, and his eyes fell on the mother and child outside the balcony.

Fang Chi Xia and Xiao Yi were sitting in a chair, and they seemed to be in class.

The small milk bag is short and short, and the body is lazy against the back of the chair. It seems to be particularly pleasant.

Fang Chixia taught him to read the words in one word.

The small milk bag is a very smart child, and the people around him are all versatile. The teacher is better than the average child. It is not a little bit.

After a period of class in Fang Chi Xia, he has long since got rid of the original image of the "Fried Chicken" and "Fries".

Now, with a newspaper, he can basically understand the general content himself.

Luo Yibei stared at the mother and son for a long time, the small milk bag probably noticed his sight, and suddenly turned his face.

"North-North, you woke up!" Seeing him, Xiao Yi smiled and said hello to him.

"Yeah." Luo Yibei smiled at him, broke the sheets and got out of bed, and slowly walked toward the bathroom.

The man just disappeared at the door, and the voice suddenly came from inside. "Wife, help!"

He called Fang Chi Xia to call a special slogan, no matter how long it took.

I screamed, I didn’t respond outside, I screamed and screamed, "Wife, come over!"

There was still no reaction outside, and even the sound of Xiaobian’s summer teaching Xiaoyi was gone.

"Chi Xia!" Luo Yibei explored his head from the room, looking over the side and looking out, Fang Chi Xia's figure appeared at the door.

Luo Yibei Wei Wei, staring at her face and looking at it, in a good mood hooked the lips.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chixia's line of sight glanced on him for a few seconds.

Luo Yibei lightly raised his face and his eyes gestured to his chin.

Fang Chi Xia slightly stunned, but did not reflect on his meaning, Luo Yibei was playing with her, holding her on the washstand, and putting her chin in front of her.

"Help me scrape!" He said that his face did not change, as Fang Chixia helped him do this kind of thing.

When Fang Chixia came over, he thought that his hand was injured and it was not convenient to lift it up before she came over.

Unexpectedly, he held her so hard, but it was such a small thing but could not do it.

Fang Chixia was a little speechless to him, but did not say anything.

In this sitting position, she took the razor and painted it with a bubble to help him scrape.

Luo Yi held her arms in the north, and looked at her lazily. She slammed her hand on her side and touched her relatives.

"Luo Yibei, you don't move!" Fang Chixia was squirmed by his body, and the body leaned back. The intention was to avoid his movements. Who knows, Luo Yibei is bullying, body She leaned against her body and folded her arms against the wall behind her.

The cold frustration passed through the back to the blood, and Fang Chixia’s body shook in his arms.

"Would you change it?" Luo Yibei leaned over and bitten on her lips, laughing low.