The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

However, I was busy rushing for a few days and made several sets of clothes. Xiao Yi didn't seem to like it very much.

Xiaoyi’s fifth birthday is after seven days, birthday night, Fang Chixia is also like a small morning full moon, planning a childlike theme party.

The clothes she was busy with in the past few days were prepared for Xiao Yi’s birthday. However, when she got up early in the morning, Xiao Yi did something that made her particularly surprised.

After waking up, when I was looking for the clothes I wore today, the small milk bag abandoned the square pool summer, and abandoned a lot of the 裴安琪 prepared for him in advance, abandoned the Luo family to buy for him, and opened his own small Inside the closet, I found a white cashmere sweater from the inside.

When the first pool of Chihwa was chosen for him and Luo Yibei's parents, the spring and autumn models were thin.

Xiao Yi’s birthday is in the early autumn, but the weather in the Y country is still a bit hot in recent days. Wearing a thin sweater is not appropriate.

However, he chose this one.

Moreover, even if he was only five years old, he had a good match, and then he found a pair of slacks with sweaters.

A set of clothes was handsomely changed. He went to Fang Chixia and swayed for two laps. He asked very well. "Summer, I am handsome?"

His face, baby fat disappeared and became more and more like Luo Yibei.

Can you be handsome if you look like a child from Luo Yibei?

He seems to be particularly proud of his capital. When asked about Chi Chi Xia, the small chin was raised high, as if it looked like Luo Yibei.

"How do you think about wearing this one?" Fang Chixia directly ignored his problem, pulled him to the side and helped him organize the sweater.

"I like this one. Isn't it a birthday to wear this one?" The little milk bag answered the truth.

Fang Chixia was a little helpless to him.

Ok, he is happy.

Xiao Yi went to the side and turned to the mirror to organize his own appearance.

I lifted my slanted trousers and then transferred to the baby room in Xiao Chenxi.

Xiaochen was lying on the crib and still playing with the little yellow duck.

Probably imagined as Xiao Yi taught her to squeeze, with little strength, no squeaking, and then holding it directly.

When I was embarrassed, I still smiled. The big eyes of Yingliang would peek at the servants who took care of her from time to time. The small appearance was particularly clever.

Fang Chi Xia and Xiao Yi walked outside the room and saw her look like this, her brows were wrinkled.

"Baby, this can't be eaten!" A few steps went over, I wanted to take the things in her hand, and the little morning **** that didn't cry so much after birth, suddenly wowed, and the little hand held the little yellow duck. It’s very tight, like someone who is robbing her for her valuable baby.

Fang Chixia was particularly helpless to her and had to give up.

In fact, this is not the first time Xiaochen has shown such maintenance.

She has never seen Luo Yibei at the root, and she does not understand what the word Dad means. However, it is amazing that almost all things related to Luo Yibei are protected as life.

Fang Chi Xia often had a special headache for her.

The subtle emotions involved in blood are often unclear.

"Sister, this is sent from North and North, our father. Follow me, Dad! Maybe when you will call Dad, North and North will come back!" Xiao Yi’s head came over, no matter what the month’s children did. Language ability, I can't wait to teach her.