The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

There are people on both sides of the position where Tong Yan sits, one side is a baby, and the other side is a small milk bag.

Looking in her direction, Shi Yanyang went straight, and a small milk bag that would still sit on the children's chair was picked up by the chair and took him to the opposite empty position. Looking back at his position.

The small milk bag suddenly felt that he was being rejected.

Pouting, he snorted, "Cut, don't just want to sit with Yan Yan, let me get up directly!"

"Look at your SpongeBob!" Shi Yanyang gave him a look and handed his children's plate to him.

"I am not still eating?" The small milk bag added a sentence with disdain. "Sponge baby does not have a big drama in life!"

His so-called drama refers to things like North Summer, such as Shi Yangyang and Tong Yan, such as Qing Muchen and Moxier.

Damn!

Each of these three pairs of turns takes turns to perform one after another. His life is wonderful every day!

"Good-looking?" Shi Yanyang glanced at him.

"Not bad!" The little milk bag smiled back.

Shi Yanyang suddenly raised his lips and smiled. He took a sip of his own cup and sipped his mouth. He said, "Go back to copy a thousand poems tonight!"

His tone is very gentle, like a sugary tone.

However, if you say it, it is sinister and sinister.

The small milk bag is to listen to him, what he said, the small milk bag did not do it.

The little mouth licked, and he picked it up. "You are so poisonous~ You are so poisonous~ You are so poisonous~"

He was a living treasure, and a man at the table was laughed at by him.

Even the childhood that had been so long before Shi Yanyang was no exception.

Just looking at the side of Shi Yanyang, she looked like a book, all the expressions on her face immediately solidified, and immediately replaced the previous cold and cold look.

Half a little warmth last night!

This woman is really not cute!

Shi Yanyang thought.

Tong Yan refused to pay attention to him. From the beginning to the end, he lowered his face and ate himself, and from time to time exchanged a few words with other people on the table.

Shi Yanyang did not know when to start, and his eyes especially liked to stare at her.

As long as she was there, his sight was like sticking to her, and she didn't move away.

When he was so poisoned, he didn't know.

In the past few years, he and her have been turning around, in the eyes of Tong Yan, only they are deeply deep, he has never paid a little.

However, in fairness, it is not necessarily what the two people are getting deeper.

Shi Yanyang just hurts not as deep as her, hurts deep or shallow, and loves more or less, not the same.

Today's childish look looks good, his face is red, I don't know if it is caused by the hot weather at noon, or the red tide last night has not returned.

Shi Yanyang stared at her and looked at it, and accidentally thought about it.

"Baby, this is a good! You try it!" Tong Yan took care of herself from the ground. At the table, she had communicated with anyone at the place, but she did not look at him.

It took a few minutes to briefly resolve my lunch and then returned to the room.

When Shi Yanyang followed her into the room, she sat down on the balcony with a book and read it quietly.

The afternoon sun was lazy, and it fell on her half of her face, like a beautiful star-studded.

Shi Yanyang stared at her like this for a few seconds, her throat was a little dry.