The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The man walked out of the car, his footsteps had not yet reached the desert, and his voice suddenly rang.

A very dull sound, sullen in the vast desert, submerged in the sand, the world seems to calm down in an instant.

Fang Chixia’s head was blank for a few seconds, and the line of sight was stiff. He followed the sound and wanted to see it. However, he had not seen the situation around him, and a gunshot rang.

boom!

A bullet shot out of nowhere, brushed from her front and flew past her right.

Fang Chixia's line of sight moved along the bullets, staring quietly, and lingering for a few seconds, her head suddenly lifted up, her face paled a bit.

I want to run in the direction of the bullet flying, but the legs have not yet opened, and behind me, a cold voice suddenly sounds, "Don't move!"

At the foot of Fang Chi Xia’s foot, he still had no reaction, and a cold chill came from the back of his neck.

Not a strange touch, she knows what it is.

gun!

"The bullet is not long-eyed, and then I will shoot again!" The voice of the man behind him sounded again, Arabic, the voice is very strange, Fang Chixia has not heard.

"Who are you?" Pressing the urge to turn over her head, she calmed down and asked coldly.

"Who I am not important, what is important, who are you?" The man walked slowly to her in front of her, staring at her up and down, and her eyes finally settled on the veil covered by her face.

Fang Chi Xia looked at him silently, and his heart was drawn by a rope. With his sight, he raised it up.

The gun in the man's hand pointed at her, stared at her for a while, and picked up her mobile phone and looked at it.

There are photos in the mobile phone, Fang Chi Xia Xiang line fluttered past, and suddenly found himself and Luo Yibei.

The heart sank, and her gaze was quietly glanced at the direction in which the bullet flew past.

The desert behind him was empty, without the figure she expected, and there were only a few buildings on the edge of the desert.

The man with the gun stared at her up and down for a while, and her hand seemed to be ready to lick the veil on her face.

Fang Chi Xia Guangguang and his flat-eyed, his face tilted backwards as his hand approached.

The man’s brows seemed to be angered by her actions.

The gun in his hand pulled and his hand reached her again.

Fang Chi Xia Ding will look at his hand closer and closer to himself, his head spinning fast, and thinking about the way to lift the crisis.

This man is currently only suspecting his identity.

If she is determined to have a relationship with Luo Yibei, she knows what the consequences will be.

In the desert, the wind and sand are still swaying.

Fang Chi Xia’s heartbeat was very fast, and he slammed through it, one after another.

There was a gun on her neck, and she seemed to hear the sound of her heart breaking through her chest.

When the man’s hand was about to touch the edge of the veil on her face, she calmed her face and rushed out in Arabic before the veil was opened. “I’m just a tourist who traveled here, earlier and The friend is gone!"

She said very calmly, and she couldn't see any fear on her face.

The man's hand stopped at the edge of her veil, screaming at her, as if to distinguish the authenticity of her words.

"I disturbed you? I will leave now!" Fang Chixia turned his head and opened the distance between himself and him. He turned his back and calmly went to the direction of the bullet.