The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chixia stared at the hand that he held his hand and glanced at him. His face was stiff and raised. "Is there something else?"

Luo Yibei did not look in her direction at the corner of her eyes, only indifference spit out, "Hey!"

Fang Chi Xia's face was coagulated, and there was a anger in his chest. "Luo Yibei, don't be too much!"

"More than I haven't done yet!" Luo Yi's north lip raised a sarcasm and looked awkward.

"I have other things, I don't have time!" Fang Chixia didn't want to talk to him, stood up and wanted to leave, Luo Yibei clasped her wrist's hand but suddenly took her, Fang Chixia's body fell down On his lap.

This kind of action has actually happened countless times between the two.

Like a meticulous exercise, after she fell down, her arms naturally surrounded his waist.

Luo Yi North faintly glanced at her hand, her eyes were cold.

Fang Chi Xia returned to God, as if he had encountered a hot potato, and he took his arm back if nothing had happened.

"Three meters away, you said it yourself." Looking at the table, she coldly reminded.

Luo Yibei faintly snorted, his eyes swept over her face, and she said with a blank expression, "I say, let you feed!"

Fang Chi Xia was annoyed and wanted to give him a fist.

Luo Yibei looked at her coldly, her eyes were extremely contemptuous.

Four eyes are opposite, Fang Chixia's gaze is in the fire.

Luo Yibei was cold and she looked at her, her face was cold.

Fang Chi Xia didn't really want to pay attention to him, but he looked at him for a while, and his eyes were accidentally rubbed into his hand.

Luo Yibei’s hand was bleeding, and the tiny blood beads seemed to be just the rose.

His hand was very beautiful, slender, well-proportioned, and very clean.

However, looking at it now is a bit embarrassing.

Fang Chixia stared at his hand and looked at it for a while, his eyes were stagnation, and he finally took the teasing.

Holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, she took a spoonful of porridge and sent it to his lips.

Luo Yibei was just picking up with no expression, and said nothing.

The atmosphere of the restaurant was quiet at once.

Fang Chi Xia gave a spoonful of porridge to the spoon, and did not have much entanglement with him. He returned to his chair and continued to use her breakfast.

The breakfast is already cold. When the porridge is drunk, the heart and lungs are desolate and desolate.

She just frowned slightly, but she said nothing.

A breakfast, two people simply solved, Fang Chixia stood up, his eyes stopped again for a few seconds, "Your hand, do you want to deal with it?"

Luo Yibei did not answer, and she went to the living room without expression.

He ignored her and Fang Chi Xia did not want to pay attention to him.

As she turned around, she took the book to the garden.

Today's sunshine is very warm, late autumn, cool islands, such weather is actually very popular.

Fang Chi Xia sits on a chair in the garden and sits back on the back of the half-moon chair. It seems that he is painting on the book and he doesn't know what to paint.

When Luo Yibei’s gaze swept through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, he just noticed such a scene.

Looking at her idle look, his eyes were cold, and stood up and walked out in the direction of her in the garden.

Not close yet, probably heard his footsteps, only when he came up with something tossing her, and Fang Huaxia, who was facing his back, suddenly came out with a cold voice, "Three meters away from me!"