The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo's man, which one is not used to being strong?

When did Lorge receive such treatment?

If other people dare to show him this gesture, Lorch has long been on fire.

However, in the face of a four-year-old child, a child who was abandoning baby fat and almost identical to Luo Yibei when he was a child, even if there was a big fire in his heart, he saw Xiao Yi’s face and disappeared.

The grandson and the grandson are so deadlocked.

After Xiao Yi arrived at the school, he happily bid farewell to Sha Zhixing, but his eyes turned to Lorge and he immediately became cold.

Carrying a small bag, he entered the classroom with a cold look.

When Lorch got up early in the morning, he was so cold-faced, and his heart was not very tasteful.

After standing there for a while, I finally walked away with a sullen face.

In the villa, after Fang Chi Xia entered the house, he was dragged to the bed by Luo Yibei.

Didn't sleep for a night, he didn't make up, pressed Fang Chixia's head and leaned in his arms, his hand swayed her hair with a ride.

"What about the ring, what do you think?" Fang Chixia thought about the accident last night, and there was some congestion in his heart.

"Who was accidentally picked up when the guests visited?" Luo Yibei faintly returned her.

He has never questioned the matter of last night.

When talking to her, her tone was always sloppy, and she did not take her words seriously.

Perhaps, in his view, the possibility of excluding jewelry theft, no one should be bored to create such damage?

His calmness, let Fang Chixia think that he is thinking more.

Luo Yibei did not take this matter to her heart, picking up her hair and playing.

Wrapped around the fingertips into circles one after another, slowly loosened, his face buried in her hair and smelled.

He likes the taste of her body very much. It is different from any perfume. It is a natural orange flower fragrance, fresh, elegant and unique. Even if it is in the crowd, it will not be submerged.

The thin lips gently brushed her hair, and he seemed to have some mourning for her taste. He sniffed several times and didn't lift his face.

His breathing is very warm, like the summer morning sun, not too hot, warm, with a few sluts.

The skin behind Fang Chi's summer neck is all his low and slow breathing, licking her skin, licking her back.

Fang Chi Xia Pillow raised his head in his chest and wanted to open the distance between himself and him. Luo Yibei’s face was chasing after him. The big hand went behind her and prevented her movement. .

"Don't sleep?" Fang Chixia looked up at him and looked at him with some helplessness.

"I can't sleep." Luo Yibei's attention is all in the palm of his hand, and he is careless.

At the palm of your hand, it is the skin of Fangchi's summer neck. It is so thin in shape, but every inch of skin feels soft and incredible.

Like the feeling of the petals on the face, soft, can not tell the delicate.

"Chi Xia..." Luo Yibei's face was buried in her neck, biting her white and delicate skin, gently honing it, and screaming low and low, "When to make a wedding!"

Without a wedding marriage, Luo Yibei felt that it was always a pity.

"Reason?" Fang Chi Xia buried his head in his arms and lifted it up.

Luo Yibei snorted with disdain.

The cards have been accepted, the children are so big, what is the reason for a wedding?