The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

When going upstairs, Fang Chixia took a drawing board and painted his back on the balcony.

Luo Yibei took the door with his backhand and walked toward her in a few steps.

Fang Chi Xia is sitting on a wicker chair, a bit wide, and she is more than enough to accommodate her.

However, two people can't stand it.

However, Luo Yibei did not care so much.

Going to her side, he and she squatted and sat down.

The hand of Fang Chi Xia’s painting seemed to pause, and he turned his head and looked at him in the direction of his eyes.

Luo Yibei did not see her eyes, slender legs and lazy overlap, stretching his arms, he comfortably stretched out.

“The scenery of this villa is good!”

Fang Chi Xia ignored him and took pictures with his own brush.

Luo Yibei did not bother her, but just stared at her paintings quietly.

Fang Chi Xia is painting the sky and the sea.

The blue sea is endless, and the waves are shining in the sun.

The sky of her strokes is also very beautiful, the color is chosen to be very fresh blue, like a refreshing wind, just watching, watching, listening, smelling seems to be driven, all the senses, only the sky is clear blue.

Luo Yibei saw the most, usually her design, did not see her paintings.

This is one of the few.

He didn't expect that her paintings were so good.

Staring at Fang Chi Xia's paintings for a while, Luo Yi's north lip corner hooked.

Fang Chi Xia has not been in charge of him, as if he does not exist.

After painting for a while, the sky and the sea appeared one by one, and then a beach was drawn.

I groped for the paint pen, I wanted to paint it, and my fingertips touched it on the chair around me several times, but I didn’t touch anything.

Fang Chi Xia over the side, want to find, on the side of the body, a slender and beautiful hand, with a paint pen lazy to join in front of her.

A very lazy action, like the aristocrats of the medieval medieval service of the waiter, elegant and sloppy.

The look that she took was what she needed, with a bit of beige white.

Fang Chi Xia Dingding stared at the pen for a few seconds, and did not polite with him, took the pen and smeared it directly.

Luo Yibei did not quarrel her, and the overlapping legs changed their postures, arms around her chest and continued to stare at her paintings.

The white paper has a white sand beach under the flexible hands of Fangchixia. The beach is connected to the sea and there is even a wave.

Her cleverness is that it is not a professional painter, but the things that are drawn are particularly tasteful.

Fang Chi Xia holds a pen on his hand, his pen tip moves on the drawing board, and he is still painting.

Her hand blocked a part of the painting, and Luo Yibei visually caused obstacles, which was not very clear.

When she stopped and was ready to put the paintings together, the final painting, he only took a look.

Luo Yibei was hit by a strong current. The line of sight was stiff and moved along the paintings in Fang Chi Xia. When she looked at her, she was somewhat unbelievable. "Chi Xia, that painting..."

He didn't say anything in the second half of his sentence, but Fang Chixia seemed to expect what he meant.

"Yeah." A touch of faintness, she closed the drawer.

A very light voice, like a vitality, echoed in the north ear of Luo Yi, reverberating, and then reverberating, for a long time no wave.

Chewing a word for her for a while, his lips plunged cheerfully.