The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

When his face was cold, it was actually terrible.

The small milk bag sat on the safety chair, staring at his stretched facial curve, and did not like the atmosphere. The small mouth moved twice and he tried to break the deadlock.

"Are we leaving like this?" The small body squatted in a safe chair. He began to talk to himself and talked about Luo Yibei.

Luo Yibei focused on driving the car and ignored him.

"Do you have anything to say in the children?" asked the little milk.

Luo Yibei still did not care.

"Is there any picture that is not suitable for children?" The small milk bag glanced at him and suddenly added a sentence.

He doesn't know a few words at all, but even idioms such as "Children are not suitable" are said.

Luo Yibei just jumped slightly in the corner of his eyes, still did not say anything.

The small milk bag was accustomed to him by ignoring him.

In the face of Luo Yibei, most of the time, in fact, he has been opening his self-talking mode.

"Actually, you can send me back and come over again!" The hand held the safety chair, his head was put together in front of him, and the small milk bag smiled.

Luo Yibei’s face had a little reaction after his words.

The gaze was swept over the face of the little guy, and his lips raised a sarcasm. "Do you know that you are in the way?"

When he hurts people, his mouth is particularly poisonous, and his speech is very sharp. He doesn't care that a small milk bag is just a child.

The smirk that was raised between the lips of the small milk bag, after his words, seemed to be slightly solidified by the frost, and before the warm face, the sly was suddenly smashed down.

The small meatball is hurt!

Do you not know that the little heart of the flower is very fragile?

He licked his mouth and the little milk bag was a little melancholy by his words.

Luo Yibei looked faintly and continued to drive his own car.

In fact, he originally intended to send Xiaoyi back.

Xiao Yi is just a child. He and Fang Chi Xia’s account, no matter how counted, he can’t be in front of a child!

Moreover, four years have been consumed, and Luo Yibei has nothing to worry about.

Where can she hide in the same city?

Did not go to Fang Chi Xia's business too much, Luo Yibei still focused on driving.

The little milk bag doesn't know what he is, and he doesn't know if he will come over.

Staring at Luo Yibei for a while, the little guy was a little quiet for a few seconds, cold and cold, and suddenly floated a word, "Right, just a man called Xia Xia!"

The sound of the milk sounds, the tail sounds a little longer.

When he said this, the corner of his eye was always silent on the face of Luo Yibei.

Luo Yibei’s hand holding the steering wheel seemed to be stiff.

"Summer and summer seems to have to go on a date!" The small milk bag quietly observed his reaction and added one more sentence.

Luo Yibei looked cold and the hand holding the steering wheel slipped.

The small milk bag is sensitive to capture his reaction, if the lips are not tilted.

"Now I am leaving too. It is much more convenient for Xia Xia to do what I want!" He gave him a sigh, and the small milk bag sighed with a self-talk.

The voice just fell, and there was a bang from the ear. The car that Luo Yibei opened was speeding up.

His acceleration was too late to prevent, and the small milk bag didn't stabilize for a while, and he slammed down on him.

"Hey!" The small head ran into his shoulder, and the small milk bag exclaimed himself.

Luo Yibei, "..."