The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia’s hand holding breakfast was slightly stiff, feeling the warmth of the palm of her hand. She looked up at him and pulled her mouth down. “Thank you.”

Cold and cold brow wrinkled, turned his head and looked at her. He said with a blank expression, "I don't like these two words."

Fang Chi Xia Wei, his eyes were stiff and he did not say anything.

"Go, boarding!" Cold prayer walked in front and led her to the registry.

The tickets for the two people were booked together and the location was just squatting.

Fang Chixia didn’t sleep very much at the end of last night. When he sat down, he took a bed with the flight attendant and was curled up and fell asleep at the window.

When she fell asleep, her head was slightly biased, and the delicate white neck was pulled a little longer by her.

At this angle, just two of the imprints are presented.

The blushing red, like a blooming rose, is a bit dazzling.

Cold and cold eyes fixed on the two of the two sizes of her neck, the eyes are cold as ink.

The plane flew slowly in the air.

The two flew in Marseille, France, and it took more than a dozen hours.

After a few hours of sleep, Fang Chixia was awakened by a small movement when the flight was sent to the flight attendant.

When she opened her eyes, cold prayer had helped her put the lunch.

His movements were very skillful, helping her to take out the cutlery, and skillfully placed the snacks and drinks around her usual habits.

It is very natural for him to do these movements, and that feeling is like having done it for her many times.

This kind of him, let Fang Chi Xia slightly stunned.

"Wake up and dine!" The corner of the eye slanted to her, just staring at her, his voice was faint.

"Thank you..." Fang Chi Xia Gang wanted to thank him, but he thought about his words in the morning and took the unfinished word.

Holding the cutlery, she didn't polite with him, and used her hair to lightly hang her head.

“What was the main thing about this past?” When she was dining, she asked casually.

"Talk about a business." Cold praying cold and faint answer.

"How come without an assistant?" Fang Chixia asked again.

"Save the cost of travel for the company." Cold prayers did not change color.

Fang Chi Xia was stunned by his words.

The cold family cares about this money?

Cold and cold, his drink was scorned, and the corner of his eye glanced at her neck. Before it had a casual face, it seemed to be a little cold inadvertently.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi Xia did not know what he was looking at, his hands touched his neck uncomfortably, and raised the cup on his body.

Cold and cold looking back, if you have nothing to ask, "Is it close to Luo Yibei?"

Fang Chi Xia’s hand holding the tableware was stiff.

She did not seem to be willing to talk about this kind of problem at this time. After his words, she did not answer for a long time.

Cold and cold is actually knowing everything, and her silence is undoubtedly indirect to him.

"Dining!" Didn't continue to ask, he turned her food to her and used the meal casually.

His movements are very elegant, and the two clearly take disposable tableware, but in his hand, it is like the gold spoon of silver spoon.

Fang Chi Xia stared at him quietly, and his eyes were slightly fascinating.

He is still like this, and a random movement can be so fascinating.

The plane is continuing to fly.

It’s been ten hours since the two arrived in Marseille.

The hotel was booked early and the two were squatting.