The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Old people?

Fang Chi Xia chewed his wording and his heart sank.

"Sorry, I will have something to do later!" Calm down the look on her face, her tone is indifferent, the backhand wants to close the door again, Luo Yibei suddenly "啪" a hand on the door.

His strength was originally great, so the door was pressed against it. Fang Chixia tried several times to close the door, but the iron door did not move.

"What's the matter?" Luo Yibei slowly took a step toward the garden, and the body stepped closer to her, and the look on her face was still cold and frosty.

"It seems to have nothing to do with you?" Fang Chixia stepped back a few steps, looking calm.

"Is it?" Luo Yibei approached step by step, his eyes narrowed a lot.

The small milk bag stood behind Fang Chi Xia, and the small head was lightly carried. After a while, I looked at Fang Chi Xia. After a while, I looked at Luo Yibei and my eyes narrowed.

He is a very good child to observe and observe. Although he does not understand the world of adults, from the reaction of two people, he can feel the relationship between the two.

"I haven't seen it for four years. Did Miss Fang forget her identity?" Luo Yibei was still approaching Fang Chi Xia. His tone was extremely ironic. When he said this, the cold man in his eyes suddenly condensed.

Two people, their eyes are opposite.

"What is my identity?" Fang Chixia was shaken by him, and his heart tightened and strode back.

Her step back was a bit flustered, and the small milk bag was still behind her.

She retired, the child probably did not expect it, and did not have time to avoid it, the small figure was directly pushed by the two people into the wall.

Luo Yibei did not look at him from the beginning to the end, and was still approaching Fang Chi Xia.

His eyes were cold and cold like the next second would peel her off.

Until, behind, a crisp "song" suddenly sounded.

Small milk bag.

The voice of the milk sounds, the tone is still a few turns.

Luo Yibei returned to God, his eyes lowered, his eyes slowly fell on the small milk bag that was squeezed to look at half a face after Fang Chi Xia.

Fang Chi Xia was stiff and squinted at the little guy behind her eyes. She looked a little embarrassed.

The small milk bag doesn't matter, but the two smiled at each other and sneaked out from Fang Chi Xia. "You continue! Go! When I don't exist, just fine!"

He smiled especially innocently, and his eyes also took a look at the play.

Luo Yibei stared at him for a while, and his eyes flicked.

"The child is still there!" Fang Chixia pushed a small milk bag to Luo Yibei's arms, and whether or not he would hit the fragile heart of the small meatball, he directly stuffed him into Luoyibei. In the arms.

Luo Yibei squinted at the small meat ball between the two, and squatted slightly.

He just forgot the child.

The little milk bag looked up at the two with a small head, and his eyes were a little innocent.

"You should go back!" Fang Chixia glanced at him faintly, pushing the two men out of the door, turning their backs and slamming the iron gate of the garden.

The small milk bag stood outside the garden gate, and licked the small mouth, feeling a sense of being disgusted.

Luo Yibei glanced at him coolly, sinking and breathing, not insisting here, but picking him away from his car.

Strode to the front of the car, the small buns into the car, he "boom" and started to leave.