The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Hey, was it rejected?" He twitched straight and straightforward.

In the past twenty-nine years, Shi Yanyang only confided a woman's thoughts and only once recommended a woman.

However, in exchange for it, it is the cold words of the other party.

When Shi Yanyang was originally out of the room, the high self-esteem had been crushed and crushed. The words of Luo Yibei are undoubtedly fueled by fire.

Shi Yanyang’s grievances on his chest were almost burned into flames.

However, staring at his unruly face for a long time, all the impulses were tolerated.

In the matter of setting a woman, Luo Yibei is obviously an old driver.

So difficult to do Fang Chi Xia was fixed by him, although the time is a little longer, but Shi Yanyang feels that for so many years, Luo Yibei's accumulated experience should be very rich.

Whether his own marriage path is flat or not, he may have to let him make suggestions.

"Do you have an idea?" squinting at him, Shi Yanyan asked with no expression.

"Yes, quite a lot." Luo Yibei smiled a little, a smile on his lips, bungee jumping.

Before he continued to ask, Shi Yanyang continued to ask questions. He added another sentence. "However, it is not passed on."

The two of them suddenly felt a cool wind blowing, and Shi Yanyang’s face was sunk.

"Let's study it yourself! I wish you less than a few years!" Luo Yibei patted his shoulder, his lips hang with a smile like a smile, high-key, and left.

Shi Yuyang took a deep breath and took the tray and went to the restaurant.

After a few steps, the small milk bag suddenly ran towards him.

Father and son are like shadows and shapes, one appears and the other follows.

Seeing him here, a small smile on his face, a face, a baby fat removed from the meat, and Luo Yibei smiled like a sigh, "Hey, his face is so stinky, the situation is not good. !"

"Little kid, yesterday Tang poetry is not enough?" Shi Yanyang walked toward him in a few steps, and slammed his head on his head, his face cold.

"Fortunately, I solved it in less than a minute, but it is fast." The small milk bag still smiled, and reached into his own pocket to find an A4 paper and handed it to him. It seems that Shi Yanyang gave it to him. His mission.

The folded paper is opened, and the black paper on the black paper is like a slanting note with a chicken, writing a line of words, Tang poetry a thousand times!

The words of the bean big, like the fear of handing in the homework, the other side can't see, he even deliberately painted the pen several times.

Shi Yan Yang brows a slap.

This little broken child!

"Don't fix the godmother?" The small milk bag jumped on the stone steps of the corridor, shortening the distance between himself and him, and smiled and said, "Would you like me to help you?"

"You?" Shi Yanyang looked contemptuous.

"Do not believe in children? There is no way, the most basic cooperation trust is gone." The small milk bag shrugged, jumped off the stone steps, made a move, but the wrist was cold and was prevented from being pulled by Shi Yanyang.

"Speak and listen." Shi Yanyang coughed and asked a little uncomfortable.

A twenty-nine-year-old man, asking for help from a little bit of a small kid, is a shameful thing for himself!

However, the biggest use of the small milk bag is that it has won the child's heart.

Tong Yan loves him as much as his own parents, and wants to take it wherever he goes.

At least, a number of small milk bags can create a lot of opportunities for yourself and your child.