The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Behind him, Shi Yanyang suddenly floated a word, "big."

Tong Yan’s back was stiff against his body, and he did not respond to him at the moment.

What is big?

Shi Yanyang scorned, did not make any explanation, turned around and took the book in the room and sat down on the balcony.

He really took this place as his own room. He didn't leave after sitting down. He even made a cup of coffee for himself, lazily flipping through the book and drinking coffee.

Tong Yan didn't want to care for him, and took the clothes to the bathroom.

After tossing for nearly an hour, shampooing and bathing, and changing clothes to get out, suddenly staring at his chest and looking at it.

Feel the slight gap, she seems to be a slap in the face, the face is red.

Did Shi Yanyang just mean this?

It’s really a little bigger...

Tong Yan stared at herself in the mirror for a while, and suddenly she laughed at herself.

His own measurements, he is more familiar than her, what is the relationship?

When he came out, Shi Yangyang was still reading.

Tong Yan has always been obsessed with the balcony. In these years, when studying in Paris, I used to read books on the balcony.

The eyes fixed on the chair that he occupied, and she walked over and ruthlessly pushed him.

"Go back to your room!"

"Don't!" Shi Yanyang did not look at her, and his eyes were still in the hands of the magazine.

"You have no place to sit here!" Tong Yan reminded.

Shi Yanyang did not hear her, and this time he did not return.

"Apply you to go back!" Tong Yan was slightly annoyed with his behavior, and reached out and pushed him again impatiently.

Did not push, want to pick him up directly, his hand just extended, Shi Yanyang but backhand grabbed her wrist.

Daddy, use force.

In the case that Tong Yan had not returned to God, the body leaned forward and fell down against his legs.

Boom!

A dull sound rang out between the two.

Tong Yan’s head ran into his skinny legs with no fat, and the entire face was buried in his legs.

The rain outside the balcony is still under the hustle and bustle.

The raindrops hit the sound of the eaves and were deafening.

Tong Yan’s body in his arms was a few seconds stiff.

"Is Mr. Shi playing with a woman like this?" Still keeping the action when she fell, her face was not lifted immediately.

"That depends on who the other person is." Shi Yanyang is lazy.

Tong Yan’s body on his lap is a stiff one.

"How many women have played this way?"

"You are the first!" The book in his hand was set aside, and Shi Yanyang stared quietly at her back for a few seconds, and her hand rested on her shoulder.

He seems to want to help the child to look up, however, I don't know when to start, Tong Yan is always ready to guard against him.

Feeling the breath of his face, the backhand buckled his wrist, she seemed to want to have a shoulder fall.

Her strength is great, but when the hand tries to squat him down, it doesn't move.

Shi Yanyang's hand was rigidly fixed on her shoulder, and she fixed her eyes on her hand, and her brow wrinkled softly.

Why is he always feeling hostile in her?

Does she hate him?

"Yan Yan..." Shi Yanyang tried to turn her face.

Tong Yan’s eyes were chaotic, and she left her face uncomfortably. Before she collided with his eyes, she let her eyes and him go wrong.