The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei's line of sight moved along her figure, her eyes staring coldly at her back, her forehead blue veins twitching twice.

Is this woman more and more ignorant of life and death?

After a few steps, he followed her to the kitchen.

When I entered, Fang Chixia was cooking seafood noodles, and it was full of seafood and smelled throughout the kitchen.

Her food intake has not seen much, but today she cooks a lot. When she comes out, a white jade ceramic bowl is full.

Did not pay attention to what he meant, she sat down at the table.

She seems to be in a bad mood, obviously can't eat as much, but she has been rushing her food to her mouth. When she eats, her delicate eyebrows are wrinkled from time to time.

Luo Yibei looked at her quietly, his eyes were more heavy.

The inexplicable beggar is him. He is not angry yet. What is her mood?

"Fang Chi Xia, have you been abandoned? Nothing to learn from others?" Sitting in the opposite position of her, he was cold and ironic.

His words are really spoken casually, purely hurting her.

Who knows that Fang Chixia’s hand holding the chopsticks is stiff and his eyes are red.

Luo Yibei looked at her quietly, and suddenly stopped.

He usually tossed her in bed, so she didn't see her red eyes. When was it so weak?

Suddenly seeing her like this, Luo Yibei is not used to it.

"Is it okay?" The expression was still cold, but his voice softened a lot.

Fang Chi Xia did not care about him, his head was still low.

"Speak!" Luo Yibei looked cold at her face and pushed her by her hand.

Fang Chi Xia is very quiet, quiet and somewhat surprising.

Luo Yibei glimpsed, her eyes slowly descending down her low head, and when she saw a piece of water stain on the table, she stumbled.

Standing up, he walked toward her in a few steps.

"Is there something happening tonight?" Lifting her face and looking at her wet eyes, his heart seemed to be sucked by something, and the inexplicable pain.

"You are right, I was abandoned, from small to big." Fang Chixia sneaked away from his gaze, stood up, wanted to cross him, but he was pulled back.

"You let me go!" Fang Chixia wants to struggle, but his wrist is imprisoned by him.

Luo Yibei looked at her quietly, her eyes quietly falling on her face.

Her eyes were red, as if she had been wronged, and her body was trembling gently, as if she was restraining something.

Such a woman, I can see that Luo Yibei's chest is inexplicably annoyed.

Taking her into her arms, his arms were stiff and raised, with no softness that he could not detect, and his hand patted her back. "Is there anyone who said something?"

Perhaps his voice is too gentle, maybe it doesn't need so much disguise at night, and Fang Chixia's defense line has collapsed for a while.

The face was buried in his chest, and she didn't know what happened to her. It was obvious that at the party, she could still smile and make trouble with the people who had never happened before, and this time the emotion suddenly controlled. Can't live.

Kneeling in his arms, she twitched gently.

Her crying was very small, like a small beast that was wounded, tears dripping down, and the chest of Luo Yibei was wet.

Fang Chi Xia’s heart has a soft lear that no one can touch, that is, her true relatives...