The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

At this time, Luo Yibei seems to be scattered, and the indifference that has faded away is replaced by an unspeakable enchanting.

The body lazily leaned against the door, and his gaze was so good that he looked at her, and did not seem to let her go.

Fang Chi Xia Gang’s words were just an excuse to open him. I didn’t expect him to be really serious. I didn’t know how to answer him.

However, releasing water is not a big deal.

"Okay, I will help you." Step by step toward him, crossed him, she came to the bathtub.

"Okay." Open the spray nozzle and watch the warm water rush a little. Take the towel next to it and wipe the wet hand. She turns and walks away. When she walks to the door, she is Luo Yi North blocked.

"I will wash again later!" Only when he was about to pull her together, raised an arm between the two, her face was a little confused.

Since the two married, it seems that the bathroom has always been a dangerous place.

I have eaten too many losses here, and when I saw his movements, she began to contradict with conditioned reflexes.

"Change the bath towel to come in!" Luo Yibei looked at her strangely, and left a faceless expression, regardless of her presence, in front of her face undressed.

Fang Chi Xia Yi, the corner of his eyes pumped, and some went out arbitrarily.

Helped him bring two bath towels in, and she then transferred to the bathroom in the other room.

When Luo Yibei came out, her people were gone.

Luo Yibei has always been very indifferent to her, but as soon as she left, he was somewhat curious about what she did.

Looking over the corridor outside, he walked out a few steps.

When the corner room door was pushed open, the bed was casually placed with a set of Fangchi summer home clothes, and the sound of the water in the bathroom just stopped.

The door was opened a few minutes later, and Fang Chi Xia’s figure came out from the inside.

The body was very casually wrapped in a towel, and a towel was placed on the head. The poor face was completely blocked, and she was rubbing her hair while walking.

As long as he is not there, she seems to have been very comfortable.

Even if the towel is slanted, even the bath towel is wrapped loose, as if it might fall at any time.

Her eyes were covered by a towel, and it seemed that she did not see him at the door.

I wiped my hair very casually. After I came out, even under his gaze, I wrapped my towel and made several movements.

Her bath towel was not wrapped up, and it moved and slipped.

Fang Chi Xia did not seem to be aware of it, still rubbing his head with a towel.

When I wiped it, I also slammed a song. It seems to be French. Luo Yibei didn’t know what the song was. The red lips were one by one, and it seemed to be in a good mood.

The most incomprehensible thing about Luo Yibei is that every time he is absent, her mood is resurrected with blood, and even her expressions are alive.

The sound of Fang Chi Xia is actually very nice. When I speak French, there is a kind of magnetic sound that I can't tell. I turn around a thousand times and turn around. Let Luo Yibei think of each night and she softly talks with him. The voice of the protest.

Charming and charming, as if licking honey, crispy into the bones.

Fang Chi Xia was still not aware of the obvious existence of Luo Yibei in the house. He wiped his hair very casually and wanted to remove the towel. The wrist was suddenly pressed by one hand -