The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The plane in Luoyi North was a special plane. After the arrival, the two went directly to the boarding runway.

The plane that coldly prays back to China is also a special plane. The place where it stops is squatting.

His car was a couple of minutes late than the car in Luoyibei. When he arrived, Luo Yibei and Fang Chi Xia were already boarding.

When the cold praying cold stood under the gangway and was ready to go on the plane, the corner of the eye just happened to pick up the eye-catching "LUO" sign next to the plane.

The face turned to the side, quietly staring at the ramp and Luo Yibei talking about the smiling face of Fang Chixia, his eyes lost.

Fang Chi Xia did not seem to notice him here, first Luo Yibei stepped on the plane, then picked up the sofa chair by the window and sat down.

Her whole attention was on chatting with Luo Yibei, but when the plane took off, the line of sight floated in the direction of the cold prayer.

Looking at him by the window and the window, she seemed to stunned.

Quietly staring at the cabin, he looked at it for a while, and she looked at her face with no expression and continued to chat with Luo Yibei.

The two did not know what was being talked about. Fang Chixia seemed to be in a good mood, and the smile on his face did not converge.

The plane slid on the runway and the windows that the two were facing were quickly opened.

Cold and cold eyes fixed in the empty shutdown after her departure, it seems that it has not slowed down.

Has she started to hate him?

Fang Chi Xia sat in his position. When the plane rose, the corner of his eye glanced in the direction he was in.

Thinking about what happened in the past few days, her eyes were dark.

Next to "What are you looking at?", Luo Yibei’s voice suddenly sounded.

Haven't returned to God yet, his head suddenly came over.

The plane has risen to a certain height at this time, there are clouds in the air, and Luo Yibei’s line of sight casts on the ground, and nothing is seen.

"Nothing, just look around, you won't come later, look at your eyes and make a commemoration." Fang Chixia took a corner of his mouth and smiled at him if nothing happened.

"Memorial? Still very reluctant?" Luo Yibei gave her a strange look.

Fang Chi Xia Xiao smiled at him, greeted the maid, and ordered a few lunches for the two. "Sour plum soup, hot and sour fish, vinegar meat, curry fried rice, thank you!"

She was very casual, and she said a few sour dishes in her mouth.

The servant's head standing next to her was very low. Every time I heard a word, my brow was screwed, and my eyes looked at Luo Yibei.

Fang Chi Xia looked at his reaction quietly, and his lips and corners were involved. "Is there nothing? I forgot that it was on the plane."

The servant looked up after her words and smiled at her. "Little lady, this is the case. You said these dishes, all the ingredients, but, because Luojia is almost no one to eat sour, Therefore, plums, vinegar and other things are not prepared on the plane."

"This way." Fang Chixia seems to be somewhat disappointed.

"Isn't it still spicy in the past few days?" Luo Yibei looked at her strangely.

"Isn't that a few days ago?" Fang Chi Xia gave him a look.

Luo Yibei was shackled by her, and she waved her hand at her, her fingertips held her temples, and listened to her quietly.

"So, what do we do now?" The maid looked carefully at Fang Chi Xia and asked very cautiously.

Fang Chi Xia was indifferent to the maids, silent for a while, indicating that several people changed their tastes.

The servant left after that, and after half an hour, she sent all the meals she had ordered.

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