Back to the home of the three, the small milk bag swayed with two short legs sitting at the table for dinner.

Seeing him, over the head, the little guy waved his hand and greeted him with great enthusiasm. "Hey, North and North, you are back!"

There was only one dinner at his desk, and the pasta he had helped him in Fang Chixia was messed up by him, and he also dipped a few drops of saliva.

Luo Yibei looked at the bright and bright drops in the plate, and the goose bumps on the body were a few. "Why didn't you have me?"

"Summer and summer have prepared a copy of yours, but then I thought that you should not come back to eat, so I took more money!" Xiaomibao smiled and explained to him.

"How much money?" Luo Yibei's face was distorted after his words.

That dead fat cat, why enjoy his treatment?

"Yeah, a lot of money!" Xiaokebao smiled and nodded, and generously pushed his plate and let it out. "If you don't mind, I can use it with you!"

"Hey eats you!" Luo Yibei stared at the saliva in the plate, and his heart slammed it down, helped him wipe the sauce at the corner of his mouth and turned to go upstairs.

When going upstairs, Fang Chixia decorated the children's room with a small milk bag.

In fact, Xiaoyi’s room was originally decorated, but she felt that the color was too monotonous.

Luo Yibei is also late for her to return home one or two hours. When she went upstairs, the room of the small milk bag has been greatly transformed by her. All of them are surrounded by very fresh colors, light blue and the like.

Very warm style, also arranged a lot of toy dolls, innocence and childlike.

Luo Yibei leaned against the door and stared at her quietly for a moment. Slowly, she walked in and took her behind.

The body sticks to her, and he tightens her tightly.

The lips pressed against the skin behind her ear and slowly kissed along the front of her neck, his hands slammed into her clothes unruly.

Fang Chi Xia was very sensitive and wriggled uncomfortably in his arms. She seemed to be surprised at his appearance.

"How come back?"

“Is not happy?” Luo Yibei hooked his lips.

"Just did not expect." Fang Chixia corrected.

Luo Yibei buried his head, his eyes fixed on her slightly open chest, and the palm slowly stroked along her belly. He bit her earlobe. "Wife, hungry!"

His voice was particularly low, and a wife called out from his mouth, and the monk brought a low smile.

"I don't know if you will come back, I have already dumped dinner!" Fang Chixia was a little embarrassed, looked up and looked at him quietly. "I will help you prepare for another?"

Turned around, I wanted to go, but I was picked up by Luo Yibei.

The strong arms lifted her up and he didn't seem to let her go.

"Speak with me first!" Holding her slowly, she walked to the sofa, and in the position of two people, he pushed her to the sofa.

Fang Chi Xia was on his couch and his body was pressed against her.

Two people put together, ironing each other's body temperature, as if they are carrying current, crisp and numb.

"What did Grandpa say?" Fang Chixia wrapped his arms around his neck, his fingertips gently slid down on his shirt's white collar.

"What is he doing?" Luo Yibei did not take her words seriously, pressed her hand, and kissed her on the back of her hand gently over her lips.