The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chixia had a lot of discoveries today. When she got home, she took a shower and walked out of the bathroom. She wiped her long hair with a towel. She said casually, "Yes, I learned a lot about the R country aristocracy today. ”

She was rarely so casually chatting with Luo Yibei as she is now. Luo Yibei just started to be a bit surprised, and even a little bit of pleasure.

Who knows, this mood lasted less than two seconds, but was ruined by Fang Chixia's next sentence.

Fang Chi Xia’s opening is, “all about Fasno.”

Luo Yibei, who has a big mood at night, listens to his own woman and talks about other men. Jun face is almost in the second speed, and he is stiff.

Fang Chi Xia was facing him sideways. He didn't look at his direction. He naturally didn't realize what was wrong with him.

She rubbed her long hair and continued to talk to him. "Fissino turned out to be the Chris family. The Chris family is now in the R state, probably no one can rival it?"

"The legend of the Chris family is still stained with the road, is it?"

"If you sign up each time in the future, the royal family will be handed over to Fesno, and it may not be so smooth in the future."

"Right, is the Chris family not a European aristocrat? Is there a kind of **** Fiesno?"

“Fissino looks more like a nobler than a nobleman...”

She talked a lot, but she was just chatting with him very casually.

She regarded Fasino as a client of Rongxi and chatted with Luo Yibei, just as ordinary people chatted about the background of their clients.

It’s normal to talk to customers casually.

However, Luo Yibei’s face is getting more and more stinky.

Especially when she heard the words Fasino mentioned in her mouth.

Fang Chixia's face did not turn to his direction from beginning to end, and he still didn't notice anything.

"Right, Fisno..." Standing on the balcony, I was still ready to say something. A shadow behind him suddenly covered it, and I went back to God. I looked up and looked back. I saw the yin measurement of Luo Yibei. Face, she snorted, the towel in her hand, slipped to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chixia stepped back two steps, backing the guardrail on the balcony.

"Continue!" Luo Yibei's face is very stinky, but not as cold as the usual anger, and even a bit sloppy.

But he can still make Fang Chi Xia's back spine cool.

This is the gas field belonging to Luo Yibei, even if it is a smile, the invisible force in the body is still depressing.

Fang Chi Xia did not know what happened from the beginning to the end, but her brain responded quickly.

After being swept away by Luo Yibei, he immediately realized that the problem was in his own words.

"I am very interested in him?" Luo Yibei looked at the eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to be brewing something.

"What are you talking about?" Fang Chi Xia pushed him.

"Don't you continue?" Luo Yibei looked at her quietly and stepped forward two steps.

"I finished!" Fang Chi Xia was on the guardrail, and the body leaned back and sealed his words in a word.

"This is finished?" Luo Yibei seems to be a little disappointed, with arms on the side of her guardrail, the body is so against her, and there is no intention to evacuate.

"It’s over, it’s too late, it’s time to rest, let’s go back to the room!” Fang Chi’s summer arms stretched between his chest and himself, pushing him.