The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Ending the call with Luo Yibei, I watched the next time, nine o'clock, still early.

Fang Chi Xia Mou feels a little hungry, he turned to the kitchen downstairs, rummaging through the cabinet to find a cake, waiting to go out, the small milk bag just came down at this time.

"Hey, summer and summer, it’s so smart!" Standing on the stairs, his hands on the armrests, he greeted her with a smile.

"Hungry? Mommy prepared a copy." Fang Chixia gestured him down, handed the cake in his hand to him, and turned to the kitchen to find the rest of the cake.

The cake was made by herself, a six-inch milk cheesecake, and the mother and son sat on the table. Xiaoyi also tasted a small piece, and the rest, all square pool summer solution.

One person solved a six-inch cake!

Luo's dinner is usually seven o'clock, only to eat for two hours.

After two hours of dinner, I ate another meal.

The small milk bag was sitting opposite Fang Chi Xia, and her eyes looked at her with a stunned look, and she was shocked by the expression of her chin.

"Summer summer, your food intake has increased!"

Fang Chi Xia took the soup hand and rubbed it, and the movement on his hand stopped.

"You have eaten a lot of dinner tonight, so the big pasta is solved by you. Grandpa still has a lot of dishes for you." The small milk bag gently swayed the small fork in the hand, giving her the same In detail, "I also ate a small piece of pizza, a fruit salad, a steak, and a bowl of soup."

Fang Chi Xia was blocked by him, and he looked up. She gave him a look without expression. "Do you have opinions?"

"I just remind you." The little milk bag smiled.

He glanced at the cake that had not been completely solved in his plate. He pushed it to her hand. "No, is this also for you? I am full! Is this enough?"

Fang Chi Xia’s lips were pumped, and he raised his hand and took his head. “Eat yours!”

The little milk bag smiled at her and smiled. He picked up the spoon and continued to eat himself.

After two tastes, his face was cold and he couldn’t lift it up. He suddenly said, “Summer and summer, your food is catching up with the aunt who has a baby next door!”

Fang Chi Xia was smashed by his words, and the spoon held in his hand fell to the ground.

The small milk bag is just a casual statement. The four-year-old child is not so sensitive to the relationship between food intake and pregnancy.

He didn't take his own words seriously, he continued to taste the cake in the plate.

Fang Chi Xia’s hand kept the action when the spoon fell, and for a long time he never recovered from his words.

She looked stiff and moved down, and she stared at her stomach and glanced.

Thinking about the three days with Luo Yibei in the two-person villa, she seemed to be struck by a great bar, and she opened the chair and stood up.

"Baby, Mommy went out, come back later!" To the next sentence, she went straight to the Luojia Gate.

"But now it is more than nine o'clock!" The small milk bag wants to stop, however, Fang Chi Xia in front seems to have not heard, and people have disappeared into the night.

Outside the Luojia Gate, the sound of a sports car engine rushing came, and Fang Chixia seemed to have left.

The small milk bag was sitting alone in the chair, staring at her plate and looking at it, not understanding what was wrong.

Fang Chi Xia did not leave for a long time, he came back in less than half an hour, holding a small bag in his hand and seemed to go out and buy something.