The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

In addition to the bed, she and he may not see it, she is as free as she was before marriage, and she has no loss!

Moreover, married, at least, this will not let her have the kind of depression when living in Fangjia.

With this in mind, Fang Chixia feels a lot easier.

Holding a towel, I was about to wipe my arm. The door was suddenly pushed open at this time, and Luo Yibei’s face came in.

Fang Chi Xia Yizhen, like being beaten with chicken blood, sat up in the ground, "How did you come in?"

"Look at you for so long, I haven't come out yet. Let me check it out. By the way, do you need help?" Luo Yibei leaned against the door, and the reason was not woven.

"I don't need it, you go out first!" Fang Chixia asked.

"How? Is it related?" Luo Yibei still leaned against the door and did not move his footsteps.

In a word, Fang Chi Xia asked.

Indeed, marriage is closed, what is the relationship?

Luo Yibei looked at her quietly and took the door back.

The bathroom is foggy.

Fang Chi Xia's body in the water was covered by rose petals, and only the upper part of the neck was exposed on the water surface. The long hair of seaweed was spread out casually and slammed open in the water.

Her skin is very white, and a few strands of hair are intertwined in the collarbone under the neck. The black and white interlaced picture, like an ink pastel painting, is beautiful, but the visual impact is very strong.

The skin is like a gelatin, and a few drops of water are hung, which is as fresh as the clear water on the water.

Luo Yibei looked at her quietly, her eyes were dark.

He is not a person who has no self-control. He is at the height of the CEO of Rong Xi. There are few women who are trying to get close to him, but they have not stirred him up.

Fang Chi Xia is an accident!

"Washing together!" A few steps went, he went straight in.

His movements are a little big and they sparkle a lot of water.

The bathtub was not small, but after adding one more, how to make Fang Chixia feel crowded.

Conditionally reflective wants to climb outside the bathtub, the footsteps have just been taken, the wrist is caught by him, and then, along the belt -

Fang Chi Xia’s body fell on him.

The two specific temperatures are completely different from the collision of the body, like the collision of ice and fire. Both of them have stunned at the same time. Fang Chixia’s conditional reflexive wants to push him. “Luo Yibei, you don’t...”

"Don't do anything?" Luo Yibei Mingzhi asked, his long arm hooked over her waist, twirling her body sideways, turning around in a whirlwind, the two men's position was reversed, and he leaned against her against the bathtub wall.

"Wait a minute, wait for you first..." Fang Chixia was dodging around, and an arm was propped on his chest, and he was pushed reflexively.

Luo Yibei has not known that she has stopped several times tonight, and now she is not cool. She looks at her eyes very sharply, as if she shot a knife on Fang Chi Xia, as if she dared Say a word, I will not take care of anything, and immediately make her die ugly.

Just staring at her for a while, he sneered at the corner of his lips and mocked the irony. "Miss Fang, are you nervous? Or do you think that marriage is the name and avatar of two people going to the same red book? Is it finished?"

He didn't forget the first night of the two, she squatted on his shoulders and gave him a variety of grips, and she even matched him several times that night.