The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"What's wrong?" Luo Yi looked at the north side and stared at her face for a few seconds.

"They all have guns." Fang Chixia reminded.

"It doesn't matter! Wait for me in the car!" Luo Yibei patted her back and pushed the door down.

"How old ladies want to come directly!" Step by step toward Mrs. Chris, he spoke very specifically.

Mrs. Chris’s lips were coldly hooked, her hands slowly rising, and she waved at a large group of people behind her.

Luo Yibei squatted slightly, but did not respond to her meaning, the gunfire around suddenly screamed.

The bullets were like raindrops and bombed on the scene.

Fang Chi Xia sat in the car, shocked to see this scene, the pupil slightly shrunk, "Luo Yibei, be careful!"

Luo Yibei overslept in her words, staring at her and glanced deeply at her, tapping her head and flexibly avoiding a wave of bullets coming from another wave.

The people brought by Mrs. Chris, there are dozens of people who say less.

The scene is a big road, there is no cover on both sides of the road, and there is no place to dodge.

Luo Yibei’s reaction was very agile and his skills were very flexible. At the beginning, the bullets that flew over were cleverly avoided.

But behind, slowly, some power is not enough, and the shoulders are even wiped by a bullet.

Fang Chi Xia sat in the car, his eyes chasing his figure and moving, staring at the white shirt on his shoulders, which was soaked in blood, and looked at it for a while. The heart seemed to be shaking something, and it was not practical. .

She is quietly contemplating the way to solve the problem, she believes that Luo Yibei can cope with a while, but it is not the way to continue this way.

If you lose your gun and fight, Fang Chixia absolutely believes that Luo Yibei can win.

However, there are guns in one hand, and she has no heart in her heart.

The gunshots outside are still going on.

The left shoulder of Luo Yibei did not know when he was injured, and the large blush was dazzling.

Fang Chixia's gaze crossed over to see the old lady, and suddenly pushed the door and went down.

I did not care about the gunshots on the scene, and came to her a few steps. She bowed her head because of the courtesy of the younger generation.

"Madam, I respect you because you are the grandmother of Snow!"

The speed of her speech is very slow, one word at a time, the sound does not fluctuate much, but the words are powerful and powerful. "But this does not mean that you can take advantage of your own generation!"

"I do things, always do what I want!" Mrs. Chris gave her a look and scorned her face.

"That is the lady's own problem!" Lightly raised her face, her face suddenly turned cold, "Who is married, who is happy, this is the problem of me, Sno, Luo Yibei three young people!"

"You are yelling at me in my own business?" Mrs. Chris's face sank.

"Mrs. misunderstood." Fang Chi Xia faintly denied, "I am just reminding my wife not to limit Sno too much."

After a pause, her tone suddenly increased. "As for me and Luo Yibei, no one but me and himself can not intervene!"

The old lady listened to it or felt that she was too wide-minded, but the wording was euphemistic.

The pair of squatting coldly squatting in Fang Chi Xia, she seems to want to be angry, ear, a sigh of sighing suddenly came.

The two men's eyes crossed, and they glanced in the direction of Luo Yibei. Fang Chixia's face changed and he ran a few steps.