The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Very clear voice, when speaking, using French.

Luo Yibei’s face was coldly unconsciously.

His eyes swept in the direction of the two, and he waited for Fang Chixia's explanation.

Fang Chi Xia's lips moved and seemed to want to say something.

However, the words had not been opened yet, and the cold praying cold suddenly leaned over her ear. I didn’t know what to say in a low voice. She took it again.

The two are still whispering, and the pictures standing side by side, like the self-contained halo behind them, attract countless gaze on the scene.

Luo Yibei stared at such two people quietly, and the coldness of the hustle and bustle, suddenly frosty.

No matter how many people are there at the scene, and no matter how many people are present today, he stands up and walks toward the two in a few steps.

His footsteps are screaming, and each sound is like a powerful mixture of low anger.

Fang Chi Xia did not seem to hear it, still and cold prayers to receive guests.

She didn't do anything with cold and cold, but she stood so close, and she could look at the direction of the two people.

Where did the two go, where is the focus.

Fang Chi Xia did not care too much about the eyes of others, still doing his own translation.

“Thank you for the presence of Mr. Du and his wife, I wish you a good afternoon here!”

There are many people on the scene, and there are many different kinds of sounds, as well as light music.

Luo Yibei's footsteps, she did not hear.

When I was aware of it, I followed the cold and cold to welcome the cold family father.

Luo Yibei also did not care about so many people on the scene, walked a few steps, and pulled Fang Chi Xia over.

His movements are very overbearing, his long arm is on her shoulder, a movement, and men can see the possessiveness inside.

Fang Chi Xia Wei, was stared at by so many people, his face was slightly unnatural, "Don't do this!"

Although there are many foreign guests present, there are still so many domestic ones.

Today, basically, the people in the whole C city who have a head and face are invited by the cold home. If there is any movement in such an occasion today, it is not too common to know the city.

"Follow me!" Luo Yibei Li did not care about her words, holding her hands with her hands, taking her to the direction of the rest area.

Cold and praying for the cold and squinting at the two people who were leaving, they took a step in the footsteps. They seemed to want to stop, but they were dragged by the cold family.

"What is this doing?" The mellow voice brought a slight dissatisfaction.

Cold praying cold brow wrinkled, the foot stopped.

Luo Yibei took the bathroom that Fang Chi Xia left after leaving.

He has always disliked that she was touched by other people, even if she just accidentally touched a shoulder, he might have smashed the place where her shoulder was touched several times.

This is especially true of the hand.

Taking her into the bathroom, pressing her hand into the sink, he rinsed her hand several times, and the skin of Fang Chi Xia’s wrist was red.

"Luo Yibei, what are you doing, hurt!" Fang Chixia's hand twitched in his hand, trying to pull his hand out, but he was not taken care of.

Fang Chi Xia was a little annoyed. He raised his hand and hit him. "Light, bastard!"

Luo Yi’s north lip raised a slap in the face, only to think that her words were ironic.

"Don't you always know my cleanliness?" Lazy glanced at her, a faceless expression.

Fang Chi Xia dumb.

Luo Yibei faintly snorted, holding her hand and taking her to the lounge.