The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Fang Chi Xia!" came behind Luo Yibei's cry.

At the foot of Fang Chi Xia’s foot, he took it slightly and looked at him sideways.

"Because of an irreparable mistake, ruining the lives of three people, is it worth it?" Luo Yibei pressed the violent anger and snorted at her.

Fang Chi Xia’s back was stiff after his words, but he didn’t stay much.

With her legs open, she continued to go back to the venue without going back.

When arriving at the church, Fasino was already standing on the red carpet, dressed in a very British style, just standing so casually, still dazzling enough.

There were several bodyguards standing behind him, side by side, staring at him with a serious look.

This is a very abnormal reaction, and the bodyguard is still standing on the red carpet!

Fang Chixia stared at him and looked at it. He stunned for a while and suddenly understood it.

"Snow, your grandma..."

"Forced!" Fasino said in an understatement for her unfinished words, staring at her up and down and looking down, the lips and corners involved a shallow arc, "I am very happy to see you!"

He spoke very straightforwardly, and with a simple sentence, he explained the nature of the wedding.

Fang Chi Xia Xian was stunned and then relieved.

When she rushed over, she actually prepared a lot of words to explain.

However, the three words he underestimated, but saved all the tongue for her...

Luo Yibei stiffly stood outside the venue, watching her figure slowly go away, the position of the heart of the chest, something, piece by piece, broken.

He stood in the same position on the way to the church, holding his fists tight.

How much does she hate him, will she be so determined?

The place at Luoyi North Station is a bit far from the church on the red carpet.

There is a long flower path in between, and the church in Sicily that he and Fang Chi Xia once married is very similar.

Luo Yibei couldn't hear the sound coming from inside, nor did he know that it was going to the point where it was now.

His face remained in a sleek position, covered with **** eyes, and it was horrible.

Standing for a minute or two at the scene, he looked up and he walked over to the church step by step.

The sly will push away the door, his hand slowly lifted up, and the fingertips did not know when there was a pistol made of pure gold.

The muzzle pointed in the direction of his head, and his gaze squinted at Fang Chi Xia, who was standing in the middle of the red carpet, "I either die, or continue, choose!"

It’s cold like the sound of hell, cold as if it can freeze people’s blood.

Fang Chi Xia was scared by his sudden move, and his face changed slightly.

She was shocked to see him, it seemed to want to say something, but the lips moved, but the words have not been said, but they were blocked by Luo Yibei, "Choose!"

Fang Chi Xia’s heartbeat missed a few beats, and the palms were carefully smeared with sweat, but his face was still calm.

"Why do you want to do this?" Her speech rate was very slow, like a careless rush to get rid of the gun.

"I said, let me give up, unless, I die!" Luo Yibei eyes squinted her eyes, and the fingertips slowly pulled the trigger.

Fang Chixia's eyes looked at his movements without hesitation, and the pupils shrank slightly.

Luo Yibei is still pulling the trigger, the movement is very slow.

He is waiting for her to make two choices.