The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Then leave tonight!" The other person on the phone decisively ordered.

"What should she do after she returns? Our efforts in these days..."

"Then I tried to stop her from coming back!" The other party spoke coldly, and the phone hangs after that.

Fang Chixia clasped his mobile phone and walked out of the balcony in a few steps. He looked down and looked down quietly.

Luo Yibei out of the main house seems to be preparing to go to the courtyard of Luojing, do not know what to do.

Fang Chixia stood upstairs and quietly watched his figure leave. When he completely disappeared into the garden, he turned and pulled his legs to go downstairs.

However, as soon as I saw the garden, Luo Yibei’s figure suddenly came out from the cobblestone path next to it.

"So late, is this going where?"

Looking at her in vain eyes, his eyes were as cold as the frozen lake bottom.

Fang Chi had a cold feeling in the back of the summer, forced to calm down his face, and her footsteps went back two steps. If nothing happened, "just want to go for a walk."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Luo Yibei raised his eyebrows coldly.

The expression on Fang Chi Xia’s face was stiff after his words.

"I just walked around and I will be back soon."

"It doesn't matter, I have time." Luo Yibei walked in front and headed for the direction of the gate.

Fang Chi Xia stiff in the same place, step by step did not move.

"Why, don't you go?" Luo Yi looked over the north side, his eyes faintly glanced in her direction.

Fang Chi Xia just looked at him quietly and did not answer his words.

"Don't go out, then go back to the room and have a good chat!" Luo Yi turned to the north side, his eyes swiftly swept in her direction, rubbing her hand, striding her toward the living room. go with.

His strength is great, and he is so big that Fang Chi Xia only feels that his hand is breaking quickly.

The eyebrows were twisted, and the eyes slanted to hold her hand to her. Her eyes were cold, and a silvery fingertip on his back was tied.

Her speed is so fast that she is not losing a professional killer.

Luo Yibei agile avoids her movements, and her lips are cold and cold.

Can't hold it, is it the original shape?

"I have done so many homework, how come I haven't heard that my wife doesn't know a little bit of self-defense?"

Cold and snoring, Luo Yibei buckled her hand and loosened it.

"How do you see it?" "Fang Chi Xia" stepped back a few steps, and the needle in his hand was very tight.

Luo Yibei looked down on her and swamped her up and down several times. The lips raised a sarcasm and damaged the human tongue. "Your face is so sharp, it looks like it has been moving countless times." The traces of the knife, my wife's face is so soft, you don't look in the mirror to see yourself!"

"The forehead is full and ready to bloom. Is there a lot of hyaluronic acid filled?"

"How thin is the lips and how many times have you returned to the furnace?"

"Right, there is still a voice, is the stunt born? It's a good imitation, but my wife is more cheerful."

His character has always belonged to it. When there are few words, it is less daunting, but once it is more, it is too sharp to be overwhelmed.

A bit of a bit, sharp, and a word can make a person lose nothing.

In fact, his words are excessive.

He is purely ironic for irony. In fact, the woman in front of her is not as exaggerated as he describes it.