The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The dining table is round, and for the convenience of feeding, Fang Chi Xia is very close to him.

She probably didn't pay attention to herself, and both of them were stuck.

See Luo Yibei just staring at her, she stunned.

The line of sight was stiff and looked down at his gaze. I saw the close-knit body of the two, and her face was slightly uncomfortable.

"I still sit opposite!" Tengdi stood up and held the plate. She returned to her position just now.

However, when I was dining, her heart was still very unbalanced when the chair was shaken again and again.

Why did she work hard to get the results of most of the morning, and finally gave him all the time?

For a breakfast, Fang Chi Xia’s heart was not a great taste.

After breakfast, I went to the house with Luo Yibei and didn't know what to take. I looked at the sofa he had just sat on, and she walked over.

Relaxing comfortably to the top, stretching and opening the hands and feet than trying, I originally wanted to occupy the sofa by one person in this way, but I felt that my behavior seemed childish, and the hands and feet that stretched out were shrunk back.

Sitting up from the sofa, I took a magazine and looked through it. She made some room for him.

After getting along with this time, Fang Chixia still knows the character of Luo Yibei.

She felt that if she really made a deal with him to grab the sofa, Luo Yibei’s reaction might be to directly pick her up and throw it away.

The magazine in Fang Chi Xia’s hands is taken casually, financially, a lot of numbers, and I feel a little dizzy.

Plus, she got up too early this morning, and after seeing it for a while, she really fell asleep.

Luo Yibei stayed in the room for a while. When she came out, her head rested on the back of the sofa and closed her eyes.

There was wind in the garden, and her hair was a little messy. A few strands of hair twitched from her cheeks in the wind from time to time, like a feather, obviously scratching her face, but let Luo Yibei The heart is itchy.

Step by step to her, sit down next to her, he looked at her quietly, the hand ghost lifted up, helping her to cover the hair of the cheeks behind her ears.

The fingertips were inserted into her hair, and Luo Yi picked up her hair and played it in the north, staring at her quietly.

Fang Chi Xia's hair is very good, soft like the touch of silk sliding from the fingertips, hair color is not dull black, but naturally with a bit of dark brown, like the color of chocolate.

There is a very light and fragrant fragrance on her hair. Like her body fragrance, it is not the taste of shower gel. It is more natural and smells good.

Fang Chi Xia did not seem to wake up, the hair was on the tip of his finger, he was entangled and then loosened, entangled, and then released, he was tossed several times, the closed eyes trembled without shaking, just Gently deflect the head down.

An action that caused the hair that had been entangled in the tip of Luo Yibei to slip off with the deflection of her body, break away from his hand, open a slight arc in the air, and gently put it back on her shoulder.

Luo Yibei's brow wrinkled, her body plate was coming over, and the fingertips were inserted again into her hair.

Holding her head, forcing her face to face herself, her face fell down, her thin lips brushed past her hair, her eyes turned to her lips.

He still remembers that last night her lips were attached to the touch of his lips, warm, Q-bomb, with a touch of fragrant, like the taste of pudding.