The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia and Leng Qihan have no more involvement, Luo Yibei actually does not know.

But thinking about it carefully, he thinks this is not that important.

Just like the choice of roses and cherry grass this morning, Fang Chixia finally chose the cherry blossom grass.

In any case, the person who married Fang Chixia was him. He was also the one who was forced by Fang Rong to go for help. On the marriage certificate, he was written with her name. The person lying next to her every night is still he!

This is the biggest difference between him and cold prayer.

At this point, Luo Yibei has actually won a lot of cold and cold.

As for the rest, it doesn't matter.

"Is it?" Cold prayers seemed to disagree with him.

The lips raised a sinuous arc, and the eyes turned to Fang Chi Xia. She looked at her with no expression and suddenly threw the topic to her. "So, Chi Xia, are you willing?"

Fang Chixia was not prepared to intervene in the topic of the two, she did not expect that she would be suddenly named.

Luo Yibei's cool gaze also looked in her direction after that.

Fang Chi Xia was silent after the cold praying, her head was gently hanging, Luo Yibei could not see the expression on her face.

This way, she let the temperature of the bottom of Luo Yi cold, slowly cooled down.

She is silent!

Because the contradiction that has not been solved between the two people is still because of cold and cold?

Cold praying cold and looking at this scene, the lips are coldly hooked.

Fang Chixia felt that the conversation between the two had no meaning. She was silent for a long time, her face slowly raised and stood up.

"Not too early, it's time to go back!" She took the coat and walked in front, and she went straight to the restaurant.

She did not directly answer the question of cold and cold, but directly filtered this topic!

Luo Yi stared blankly at the back of her leaving for a while, stood up and followed.

Cold and cold eyes followed the movement of the two people, staring at Luo Yibei and Fang Chi Xia who had walked out of the coffee shop through the lobby. He held the five fingers of coffee and the strength was slightly collected...

When Luo Yibei followed the restaurant, Fang Chi Xia had already got on the bus.

A few steps toward her, the door opened, sitting on the driver's seat, thinking about the problem she had just avoided, he did not immediately start the car, but turned his eyes to her side.

"Don't go back? Don't go back to me and go." Fang Chixia pushed the car door and wanted to get off. Luo Yibei had a long arm and stretched her back.

The hand glared at her, he was silent for a while, his lips were moving, his voice was faintly bleak, "I coldly prayed for the cold in the restaurant, I want to know the answer."

Fang Chi Xia licked his lips and did not speak.

Luo Yibei glared at her wrist, and her strength was unconsciously aggravated in her silence.

Fang Chi Xia gaze a glimpse on his hand and lifted his face. She did not answer and asked, "If I don't like it, would you turn back to China?"

Luo Yibei stunned, his eyes stagnate.

"Go back first!" Fang Chixia released his hand and leaned back into the passenger seat. His eyes were empty.

Luo Yibei seems to have not been relieved from her words, her face is kept at forty-five degrees, and she sat stiff for a while, and the throttle under her feet started.

He seemed to be annoyed at her words, the speed of the car was raised a lot, the throttle was pressed all the way, and the steering wheel was constantly turning.

The window is open, and Fang Chi Xia only feels like a knife on the ear.