The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Cold praying cold stared at her for a while, her eyes seemed a little confused.

Want to say something, still did not speak, Fang Chixia suddenly stepped over to him.

Her body is very straight, and the knife in her hand is still holding.

The head is proudly carried, like a queen born for revenge.

Standing in front of him, the pointed chin was lifted up, his eyes were flush with him, and she said very coldly, "Is the accident at the airport yesterday, are you planning?"

The cold cold prayer eyes were very tight, did not answer her question, just asked, "What do you think?"

"Answer my question!" Fang Chixia seems to be a little excited, and the voice is higher.

"If I said no, do you believe it?" Cold and cold eyes are as cold as a mist, oh.

Fang Chi Xia is actually not willing to believe that this is what he did.

When I was in the Middle East last time, he looked at her eyes, obviously with a sly, a man with such a look, Fang Chixia felt that it should not be done so absolutely!

However, I have experienced several things in the past. Now, as long as Luo Yibei encounters an accident, she habitually thinks of him there!

"Every time Luo Yibei has an accident, you happen to be in the same city too!" Fang Chixia’s hand held the knife very tightly, and his eyes were very chilling. “If it can be interpreted as coincidence, it can be explained. Every time it happens, how do you make me believe?"

"So, do you not believe it?" Cold and cold, dark ink, seems to have something, like the starlight that slowly fell in the night, suddenly darkened.

Fang Chi Xia lip bites very tight, did not speak.

"Is it?" Cold prayer asked again.

Fang Chixia just looked at him coldly and looked at him with a cold hand. He still didn't answer.

Cold praying cold glanced at her hand and looked at the knife that she was holding in her hand, her wrist suddenly buckled her hand.

"Hate me? Want to retaliate?" Raise her hand, reverse her wrist, and put the knife in her hand against her chest. He screamed at her slyly, "facing Sting in here! Sting! A life is worth a life!"

His voice was very loud, the restaurant where the two were located was quiet, and the echo spread as if the entire restaurant could hear it.

Fang Chixia's hand holding the knife trembled, watching the knife tip pierce his white shirt, his body was completely cold.

"How? Can't you get a hand? Don't you worry about how many more things will happen in the future?" Cold and cold, squatting, squinting at her, and raising a sarcasm in her lips.

He clasped her wrists very hard, as if she didn't care if she would really do it, and pressed the knife in her hand to stab her chest.

Fang Chixia was awakened by his last sentence, and the hand holding the knife was tightened again.

Outside the door, a man in a black suit rushed to the side and came to the two, and he violently pushed Fang Chi Xia away.

Several people seem to respect the cold and cold, two men around him to check his injuries, a man pointed a gun at Fang Chi Xia, the other is still pushing her.

European and American bodyguards with wide body and fat body are very strong. Like a violent lion, they are full of vigilance against people other than employers.

Fang Chi Xia Yu stepped back two steps. He didn't stand firm for a while, and he was about to fall. Some of them didn't know who was out of his arm and moved her hand agilely.