The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei is really casual about this place. Other people need special invitations to enter and leave the palace. However, he does not need anything.

The people who kept outside were particularly respectful to him, and almost the 90-year-old forward led the two men.

The two met An Qi in the middle.

An Qi is a person who looks very pleasing to the eye, and the feeling of the sand weaving star is a bit like.

As for the actual character, Fang Chi Xia did not understand.

An Qi has always liked Fang Chi Xia, and suddenly saw her, and she also came up with Luo Yibei. "We really have a relationship, and we met again. Yibei, look at this fate, you will send me. What happened to people?"

Fang Chi Xia listened to her words, could not help but slightly involved the lower corners.

Isn't it normal in her house to run into her? What is the fate?

Luo Yibei is very disapproving of the face, "Do not give!"

An Qi was rejected twice by him, and he gave him a look and went away.

Luo Yibei and Fang Chi Xia were taken to see the baby and the last man.

A very young man, Fang Chixia did not know his name, and even his identity did not know. He only heard the waiter outside respectfully respecting him as "His Royal Highness!"

The one who can be honored as the Crown Prince must have been the son of An Qi or the nephew.

Luo Yibei went in and did not come out for a long time.

Fang Chi Xia walked out of the house and turned around outside.

The palace of the Y country is very beautiful, both the grace and luxury of the classical court, and the fashion and simplicity of the modern royal family.

Probably because of An Qi’s relationship with the East, there is even a courtyard of Chinese style.

Fang Chixia walked in the garden and somehow came to the courtyard of the Chinese style.

An Qi is just inside, holding a pet cat in the shade of the tree.

When I saw Fang Chixia coming over, the movements in my hand made a gesture, and my eyes gestured to the position on my side. "Since I am here, I will sit with me, don't you mind?"

"Madam, my honor." Fang Chixia greeted her with a few steps, walked in and sat next to her.

An Qi’s hand follows the back of the Persian cat in her arms, staring at her with a quiet look. “How old is this year?”

"Nineteen." Fang Chi Xia truthfully answered.

"Nineteen..." An Qi slowly chewed her words, her eyes lost.

However, he was quickly pulled back by the cat in his arms.

The cat in her arms seemed to be somewhat restless. When she was holding it, she kept moving, moving and following the sedition.

An Qi was interrupted by it. It seemed to be annoyed. The brow wrinkled and poked its belly. "Little white, a little bit!"

However, the cat not only did not listen, but also jumped to the old high, "喵喵" seemed to be demonstrating at her.

"Hey, you stupid cat!" An Qi seemed helpless to it. He picked it up and wanted to shut it off first. Fang Chixia stood up and walked to her a few steps, blocking her movements. "Mrs. ,Let me do it!"

An Qi stunned and handed the cat in her hand to her.

Fang Chi Xia took the cat and hugged it in his arms, and his hand gently followed the back of the cat.

Her movements were particularly gentle, and the next time, she lowered her head and didn't know what to say to the cat's ear. The cat that had been swaying before was suddenly swaying like a sheep in her arms.