The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia was stiff and his throat suddenly shrank.

Cold and cold, and she is very close, her arms are locked between the refrigerator and him.

His face was slowly approaching her, nearly to her face.

Fang Chi Xia Ran looked at his own clear miniature in his eyes. The body wanted to go to the side. The cold cold and cold hand clasped her shoulder seemed to exert force. Fang Chi Xia did not struggle to open.

"Chi Xia," cold praying cold and squatting at her, the tone of speech is very slow and slow, "Do you know what I have always regarded you as?"

Fang Chi Xia struggled with a movement, the light face lifted, her face was unusually calm.

"Pray for cold, some regrets, missed is to miss, never make up for it!"

She seems to know what he will say, she directly avoided his problems.

Cold prayer has a special meaning to her, no matter what relationship Fang Chi Xia once had to him, no matter what his feelings for her, if there were no years when he left, there would be no Luo Yibei, she might be possible together with him.

But if only if.

The reality that has been created cannot be changed, and those emotions that are not spoken are buried so that they may be better for each other!

This is what Fang Chi Xia said. However, the focus of cold and cold attention is not at the point she wants to express.

Listening to her words, he first stunned, his eyes glimpsed a glimmer of light.

"Sorry?" He seemed to be a little excited. His hand tightened her shoulders. She looked at her eyes very seriously. "Chi Xia, have you ever liked me right?"

He asked very urgently and calmly like him. Fang Chixia didn't see him getting out of control, clasping her hand and even licking her.

Outside the kitchen door, a footstep sounded slowly toward this side, and the sound was actually not too small. Especially at this time, no one inside or outside would be more clear.

The lobby outside even heard an echo, but the two people in the kitchen didn't seem to hear it.

"Answer me!" Cold praying and shaking the shoulders of Fang Chi Xia, the sound seemed to be squeezed out of the chest.

Fang Chi Xia was silent for a while, just wanted to answer, when he raised his face, his eyes were cold and the people at the door slammed into it.

She seems to be scared, and her face is white.

The same white as the gray, white did not have a little blood.

Her body is very cold, cold cold and cold can only be felt by holding her hand.

He even felt her shuddering slightly.

Cold and praying for the cold, squinting and squinting for a while, his face slowly flanked, his eyes drifting behind him.

Standing at the door is just a drunkenness ten minutes ago, it should have been lying on the lounge bed... Luo Yibei!

Luo Yibei’s long figure stood in the middle of the doorway, and looked at the two people with no expression. The eyes were clear and there was no trace.

Such a person can see at a glance that he is not drunk at all.

He looked at the two people's eyes very cold, especially when staring at Fang Chi Xia, cold, so that the temperature of the kitchen is not consciously cool a lot.

Fang Chi Xia was so watched by him, and for a few seconds, his body suddenly pushed the cold and prayed cold.

"How do you wake up? Is it thirsty? Why don't you call me?" Before turning to the cooking table, he poured a large bowl of sobering soup. Fang Chixia took the bowl over him and walked in front to the two. Going to the lounge.