The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The chest was covered by her, an unprecedented warmth, like a spring, penetrated into the thin skin and spread all the way to his heart along the blood vessels.

Like the sun shining in the polar ice and snow, like the rain and the rain falling in the dry desert, like a light source that suddenly bursts into the darkness, in the man's body, something that has been so long and quiet, quietly recovered.

He looked at her for a long time, looking at her little face, her eyes stagnant in her eyebrows that were very similar to Fang Chi Xia, her hands stiff and raised, and she slid on her hand.

His hand is cold, like a person who has just come out of the hail.

Xiaochen was not asleep, and her body stunned. She stared at him with a gaze and did not reject it. She smiled at him sweetly.

This is a child who is as beautiful as an elf. Even if the two are completely strange, they will give her all the good and unscrupulous.

A sweet smile, the warm glaciers are melting.

She seems very happy that this man can take the initiative to approach her, the backhand grabs his hand, the small hand touches his hand, and touches his eyebrows.

The young man is obviously not repulsive to her. What she does, he is completely responsible for her, and she is allowed to do whatever she wants.

Xiaochen’s hand stayed on his face for a long time, like the child was playing with the doll he had just got.

After touching it for a while, seeing that he didn't stop, she lay confidently lying beside him.

The place where she slept was separated by a distance of about thirty centimeters. The man didn't seem to like this alienation and spread his arms to her.

Luo’s IQ has always been beyond ordinary people, and Xiaochen’s magical understanding of what he meant.

The tumbling body rolled over the bed, rolled a circle, another lap, rolled into his arms, and when the back affixed to him, she turned her face to him satisfactorily, and the little body snuggled in his arms, very well-behaved Closed his eyes.

The man stared at her with a sneak peek at her, looking at her long curled eyelashes, her eyes were unusually gentle.

Xiaochen didn’t recognize his life, so he snuggled up to him and quickly fell asleep.

Fang Chi Xia upstairs has not yet fallen asleep, chatting with Xiao Yi, the little milk bag has been lost and sleepy, but she is sleeping more and more awake, the more she sleeps, the more she can't sleep.

She still has a little peace of mind.

It’s been more than seven months in the morning, and I’m still drinking milk. When I’m in the middle of the night, I often wake up and get angry.

A big man in Qing Muchen, Fang Chixia is actually worried that he can't cope.

Lying flat on the bed, she has been listening to the movement of the entire castle.

The castle was too quiet, quietly a little bit quiet, and I could hear everything.

When it was about one o'clock in the morning, the cry of a child suddenly sounded.

A very sudden voice, like a wake up, can not find a mother, crying a little confused, and a little wronged.

The daughter is born of her own, although the baby's crying is almost the same, but as long as it is the sound of the small morning, Fang Chixia can be discerned without any doubt.

Wake up and cry in the morning!

When she opened the bed, she pushed the door open and walked out to the outside of the room.

The cry of Xiaochen’s crying continues.

Dawning has been very energetic since birth, and does not like to cry, but when I cry, it is endless, and the crying is still very big.