The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei looked quietly, his lips wanted to kiss, and Fang Chixia, who had no reaction before, closed his eyes and opened his eyes.

Luo Yibei’s action was so dead, her eyes fixed on her face.

Fang Chi looked at him in summer, and she didn't seem to think that it would be such a situation when she woke up and her eyes were a little confused.

Looking at each other, quietly watching his miniature in his eyes, she squatted for a few seconds, her face uncomfortably pushed him away, and the body slightly moved away from him.

"Wake up." Luo Yibei's voice, with a lazy, seems to have a bit of awkward meaning.

"Yeah." Fang Chi Xia's eyes moved to other places, his head deflected slightly, let himself and him sideways, closed his eyes and continued to squat when he did not exist.

Her hair was tied loosely, and when the head turned sideways, the head ropes slid gently from the hairline, and the soft long hair was scattered randomly on the shoulders.

When the garden was light and faint, she blew her hair a little messy, and a few strands of hair lingered over her cheeks, raising a small wave of light, soft and soft.

It was a bit messy, but it was unspeakable and it made people tickle.

Black hair and red lips, skin white wins snow, Fang Chi Xia at the moment, let Luo Yibei's head suddenly appear again last night, she stood in the middle of the night, his long hair was swept away by the scene that people are moving.

Looking at her like this quietly, Luo Yibei’s hand ghost lifted the gods and made a very unexpected action.

The big hand went over her head, and she deliberately smashed her hair. She watched her hair rise from the wind, and her hair fluttered through her radiant lips, slightly flattening his. The hand stretched again.

Fang Chixia’s eyes were closed, just to get away from him and turned to him. He fell asleep, but he didn’t expect him to suddenly make such an action. The closed eyes opened. .

Luo Yibei was still playing with her hair, and her big hand was smashed on her head again and again, and her hair was messed up like a pile of grass.

Fang Chi Xia did not know what he was doing, his body was stiff and turned, and he looked at him with no expression. "What are you doing?"

Luo Yibei was questioned by her, and there was no point of introspection. The hand covering her head did not even recover.

The fingertips helped her open the hair that blocked part of her cheeks. He returned without a word, "Help you organize your hair."

The hand-dressed model took care of her hair, and he did not happen anything, and continued to pick up her hair to play.

"Hands open!" Fang Chixia squinted his hand and sprayed a fire in his eyes.

She seems to be really angry, watching his eyes gnash.

What did he take her? Kitten puppy?

Luo Yibei faintly glanced at her, and seemed to realize that his behavior was too hot, but the hand still did not recover.

Fang Chi Xia was somewhat annoyed. He wanted to pull his hand down. Luo Yibei took her hand and wrapped her hand around her neck. She picked her up and placed it on her big leg.

An action made Fang Chi Xia stunned, looked up, and looked at his face with a strange look.

Luo Yibei did not explain, just carelessly helped her to organize her hair, and smashed it in a slap, and the movement was very detailed.