The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei’s gaze was on her, and she was unbelievable.

The person who slept directly with him in the family screening room last night promised!

Fang Chi Xia fainted him and did not explain anything.

Holding the sheet on the bed, she curled herself into a ball and slept against him.

Luo Yibei stared at her back for a long time, her eyes were cold like the wind in the snow, but, after all, nothing was done.

He didn't take her to the knife, he started from the light dust!

The next day, as usual workday.

Fang Chi Xia Xiang did not care about the contradiction between the two. After getting up in the morning, he even had the mood to go to the kitchen to take the lunch of Rong Xi.

Just, the preparation is for a single person.

"No me?" Luo Yibei walked in a few steps, and took a look at her insulated box.

"No." Fang Chixia answered simply.

"It doesn't matter, remember to bring more instant noodles." Luo Yibei was not angry, his lips swayed and he went out.

Fang Chi Natsume sent him away, and his face was stiff.

Such things as instant noodles, he obviously did not let her prepare for him.

Luo Yibei generally does not eat those things.

He is suggesting that he only takes one, and at noon she waits for instant noodles!

Fang Chi Xia was slightly annoyed, but he helped him re-prepare him.

She does not want to care about him in small matters.

Prepare the lunch for two people and put them into two identical insulation boxes. Fang Chixia followed him out of the villa.

Today, Luo Yibei did not know what to do. After coming to the company, she did not leave her sight.

Even at work, the doors of his office were wide open.

The location of Fang Chi Xia’s work is very close to the door of Luo Yibei. When his door is opened, he can clearly see what she is doing here.

Fang Chixia didn't react to the purpose of doing this at first, but then he thought about it and suddenly reacted.

Because that was the phone last night?

Fang Chixia was a little speechless to him, and he didn't care much about it.

At noon, after everyone got off work, the office only left her and Luo Yibei.

Luo Yibei walked out of his office and sat down with a big thorn.

He guessed she would not go in, so he came out.

Fang Chi Xia ignored it. He took out two lunch boxes and was preparing to dine. The elevator ringing suddenly ticks, followed by the voice of a young boy. "Is Miss Fang Chixia still? Your flower, Please sign for it!"

Fang Chi Xia Yi, the line of sight is stiff.

Luo Yibei is also a glimpse, and his eyes have forgotten the past along the source of the sound.

A 16-year-old boy walked in with a bunch of roses that blocked most of the people. When they saw only two people in the room, they came directly to Fang Chixia.

"Excuse me..." Just wanted to ask, but it was blocked by Fang Chixia. "I am."

"That's just right, please sign." The man smiled slyly and handed the bouquet in his hand to her.

A big bunch of red roses, passionate and unrestrained, is like a hot love.

Luo Yibei brow wrinkled, staring at the blossoming flowers, the end of the corner of the lips, suddenly cooled down.

Looking at the name left on the card again, the face was as cold as a sudden cold wind in the office, so that Fang Chi Xia’s hand still holding it could not help but shake.