The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia helpless, can only sit next to him.

After she appeared from cold and cold, her attention has been less concentrated.

Sitting and sitting, her eyes will not consciously look in the direction of cold and cold.

Last night, she was still confused and cold and cold.

Thinking about last night, Fang Chixia was somewhat absent-minded.

She will raise her hand from time to time to have a look.

Wearing a customary wedding ring, now suddenly less, her ring finger is wearing a ring, a bit thorny, like something, through the blood of the ring finger, connected to the heart.

Let her heart hurt a bit.

She and Luo Yibei's wedding ring...

Luo Yi's north corner of the eye slanted to her reaction, the movement of the hand, the face slowly lifted up.

“Redesign a new pair of days!”

His words are comforting her. Who knows that Fang Chi Xia did not think about it and returned to him, "Don't!"

Luo Yibei, a glimpse of the eyes, faintly fell on her face, "reason?"

"Wedding ring is enough for this kind of thing." Fang Chi Xia faintly returned to him, drinking his own juice and drinking it.

Her point is that a wedding ring is like a marriage, that one is that one, unique, and no one else can replace it.

"When I go back, I will continue to look for it." Luo Yibei did not argue her.

Her point of view, he agrees.

Two people, if they had tea, if they had nothing to do, read the information and continue to wait for Qing Muchen to come back.

Outside the cafe at the moment.

After the advent of Qing Muchen, he has been leaning against his car and holding a mobile phone.

He didn't call, just put the phone on his fingertips and spin it if nothing happened.

This cafe is near the sea, and there are sea breeze outside. Now it is coming into the winter. Xixi is chilly. When it comes out, it hides directly into the car.

She opened the heating in his car and didn't care what he meant. After entering, he curled up into a group and leaned against the chair.

When she slept, her arms were holding her body like a hibernating little animal.

Probably the relationship that was frozen outside, the sharp nose was red, and the petal-like lips were tight.

Qing Muchen stood outside, staring at her for a while, suddenly opened the door and sat in.

Xixi is sitting in the passenger seat. When he sleeps, his body is slanting and his head is on the driver's seat.

Qing Muchen was sitting in the driver's seat, only sitting a little bit, and the other half was occupied by her.

He didn't bother her, but stared at her in silence.

The five senses of the West are of the kind that are particularly celestial, like the lost elves in the green field, the pure spirits, pure, and beautiful, so that people want to hold their hands in the palm of their hand.

Qing Muchen stared at her for a long time, her eyes fixed on her pink petal lips, and the hand ghost lifted her face, touching her lips and gently stroking it.

His strength is actually very light, however, I don’t know what it is, the double eyes that were originally closed, at this time, stunned.

Then, in the case that Qing Muchen had not reacted, her wrist suddenly buckled his hand, and the body leaned in his arms, pulling his hand and going forward. She seemed to want to sprain him. hand.

Her reaction was particularly fast and her movements were very clean.

When Qing Muchen thinks that she looks soft and weak, she will suddenly come to such a trick.

First, for a few seconds, before her hand forced her, he buckled her hand backhand-