The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Cold, cold and slow, followed her on the train, and several black luxury cars slowly drove out of the hotel after that.

Fang Chi Xia sat in the back seat of the car, and his side was always looking at the window quietly.

Cold and cold sitting in front, no expression from head to tail.

"Why are you so determined to let me leave the Middle East?" Fang Chixia stared at him in front of him, his voice was very cold.

"Not suitable places should not come from the beginning."

"Since all have come, halfway out, it is not my style."

Cold Qi Han did not correct her problem, and she turned her head and asked, "What kind of business can you not even be safe?"

Fang Chi Xia was asked by him to be dumb, and he could not cope.

Cold and cold, the head turned back, arms wrapped around his chest, and again, his face was blank and his eyes were empty.

In the car, after the road, two people have been speechless.

Fang Chi Xia did not struggle with him, but he was quietly contemplating Luo Yi Bei Gang’s words.

He is reminding her to avoid who?

Was the man who was cold and prayed earlier?

The car is heading towards the airport and getting farther and farther away from the hotel.

Fang Chixia stared at his mobile phone and looked at it. He wanted to call Luo Yibei. However, the fingertips had not pressed the dial button, but the cold prayer was like a long eye behind him. "Do not provoke me to be angry!"

Fang Chi Xia raised his hand and fell down, staring at the series of numbers on the screen and looking at it, did not put the phone down.

"Need me to remind me again?" In front, the cold, cold, cold, cold voice, sounded again.

Now Fang Chi Xia does not want to have a little dispute with him, but he has to put the phone aside.

The car continued to drive on the road, Fang Chixia had originally thought about whether he would encounter Luo Yibei halfway.

Listening to the tone of Luo Yibei just talking, she knew that he was heading towards her hotel.

However, to her disappointment, until arriving at the airport, Luo Yibei's car, the shadow did not see.

When I got out of the car, Fang Chixia walked in front and ignored the cold and coldness behind her.

Cold, cold and slow, followed by her, and she was on the phone while walking.

It is Arabic, and it seems that the people at the airport have arranged for her to return flights.

She learned the lesson she had returned from the airport earlier, and this time he sent her directly to the plane ramp.

Fang Chixia stood on the gangway. When he boarded the plane, he turned his head and looked at him with a serious look. "Where is this plane flying?"

"I won't lose you!" Cold prayer did not directly answer her question.

"After returning to China, I asked my people to pick up the plane!" Fang Chi Xiaju looked down at him, and he talked with his face without expression.

"Good." Cold praying cold is unexpectedly good to talk.

"Let me call now!" Fang Chixia stared at the phone in his hand and glanced.

Now she, in front of him, is like a thorny hedgehog, talking to him, always cautious.

Such a woman, let the cold praying brow wrinkled.

"I want to call first!" Fang Chixia asked again.

Cold praying cold is just beating her, Ignore it...

In the direction of the hotel, Luo Yibei drove in the direction of the hotel and called the staff inside the hotel.

"Mr. Luo, sorry, your wife has been picked up by a gentleman in the last ten minutes!" The waiter’s voice came from the other end of the phone, polite and respectful.

"Direction?" Luo Yibei coldly asked.

"airport!"