The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

In fact, these principles, Fang Chi Xia understand.

However, this kind of words are spoken from his mouth, and her heart is somewhat coping.

The desire to have a child and his child and want her to give him an heir is definitely different.

The motivation of the former is much simpler!

The latter made Fang Chixia feel as if he was married to her, and half of the purpose was to find a woman to pass on.

However, I thought about it. Is it normal for people like Luo’s family to come out?

Moreover, if it is just for the heirs, probably there are a lot of women in C city who are willing to line up for him to give birth to him?

However, he only selected her.

Thinking about it, Fang Chixia wanted to open it.

One hand rested on his shoulder, his eyes were light, his fingertips slowly slid along the collar of his bathrobe, and the cloth that provoked his neckline was wrapped around her face, and her face was lifted. "Your child only May be me and you?"

Her wording is not the heir to the Luo family, but his child!

She didn't care about the family problems, she only discussed him and her.

"Yeah!" Luo Yibei gave her a very positive answer.

Fang Chixia is satisfied with this.

"Remember that you promised me!" The lips squinted and rubbed their toes, and she pushed him against the wall. "I don't like you to touch other women!"

"I have never touched it!" Luo Yibei corrected her wording, holding her hand in the backhand, and licking the skin on the back of her hand.

Fang Chixia glanced at him and asked him, "I haven't touched it before?"

"No!" Luo Yibei denied it simply.

“Really?” Fang Chi Xia is not very confident.

“How? Any opinion?” Luo Yibei swept her in a cool, sullen look. “I still feel that the technology is not so good?”

He spoke particularly red/naked, his face was not changed, and his tone was still lazy.

Shameless!

Fang Chi Xia sighed in his heart.

Luo Yibei quietly observed her face, her lips swelled up, holding her hand a little bit, pressing her into her arms, hooking her waist with her hand, a reflex, he pressed She leaned against the wall behind her.

Leaning over, her lips pressed against her, and she kissed her on her lips, and his lips evoked a smack of evil. "Where do you like tonight?"

Fang Chi Xia, "..."

"Bed? Sofa? Bathroom? Floor-to-ceiling windows? Balcony?" Luo Yibei asked the same.

He seems to have great patience. If you usually put it in such a situation tonight, you should go straight to the subject of direct attack.

"Enough!" Fang Chi Xia slammed him, but did not feel in front of him.

The fingertips wrapped around the waistband of his bathrobe, and a little more, she helped him untie, and the hand slipped into his bathrobe through the neckline of the bathrobe.

Her hands are soft, silky and delicate, and when she slips over the skin, it brings a tingle, especially a sultry person.

Luo Yibei’s gaze was a bit dark under her movements.

Pressing her body against herself, her arms holding her body, he hugged her up.

Fang Chixia's wristband was on his neck, his lips pressed against his lips and kissed, his eyes gestured to the sofa behind his lower body. She was stuck in his ear, and the voice was soft. "Husband, I want to go to the sofa... ..."

A look, a soft and soft sentence makes Luo Yibei's eyes dark.

"Okay." The corner of the lips slid a slight arc, and he held her on the sofa.