The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"No." Luo Yibei turned to the side and ignored her words.

On the stage, the impartial staff suddenly interjected, "Madam, are we going to continue?"

"There are so many people watching it outside!" Heyman was the answer.

The expression on Yan Anqi’s face is stiff, but there is nothing to help.

The vote continues.

When Cheng Chengxi sat in his position, when he announced the number of votes, he did not have any mood to watch.

The bones on my face were very painful. I was born with the first fist and I was so embarrassed!

Fingertips squinted at the bruised face again, and slowly pondered the reaction of Luo Yibei Gang, the line of sight turned stiff, and Yan Chengxi’s chest suddenly boiled up.

"Do you know what?"

"No." Luo Yibei answered indifferently.

"Is it a pool summer..." I want to ask, on the stage, the statistician’s voice suddenly sounded. "The result of the vote has already come out. Yaheng Wang/Storage 7 million has surpassed His Royal Highness!"

The eyes turned to the people outside the crowd, and the voice of the statistician re-emerged. "Before this vote, the people have already protested against the original succession system. This vote is also in line with the principle of conforming to public opinion. Now, the results have come out! If you follow the public opinion, according to the results of this vote, the number of votes is already very obvious."

He raised the volume and he sang a word. "I solemnly announce here that the first heir to the royal family will be changed from His Royal Highness to the priest of Shi Yaheng!"

His voice, powerful, every word, spread like a loudspeaker in the scene, passed to the ears of the crowd, attracted to the group in the field, almost instantly boiled up.

"Do you have any opinions on the scene?"

The statistician looked at the crowd under the field and asked once.

"replace!"

"replace!"

The stage is very boiling.

"Mrs. An Qi and His Royal Highness?" The statistician turned his eyes to the position where An Qi and Qi Chengxi sat down, and asked.

Sui Chengxi sat in his position, watching the scene from the beginning to the end, and the expression on his face did not loosen.

Yan Anqi's face was dark and he couldn't help but stand up and go outside the venue.

Heyman sat in the first row of the stage, his eyes faintly squinting along her figure, and the lips were lightly hooked.

On the stage, the statistician's gaze once again looked at all the people present. "Since the royal family and the public have no opinions, then His Highness Xi Yaheng will be determined to succeed His Royal Highness!"

They are all prepared to hold the results of the cone wood. Outside the scene, a lightly floating voice suddenly sounds. "The succession of the order has always been the tradition of the Y country for many years. Even if you want to make any changes, you must take a long time to consider."

"Now, in such a few days, after so many years of rules, even if you ignore it directly, you will appoint the third-ranked Xia Dian as the first heir. Is this the second succession order of Yun Yunxi and where?"

Very clear voice, clear and faint, like a stream of clear flow in the scene of the hustle and bustle, fluttering in the air over the ears of some people in the place, calm and unrelenting.

The sound of the abrupt insertion made the original noisy scene suddenly quiet.

Everyone’s line of sight, the uniform brushing of the brush, is the source of the sound.

Outside the venue, Fang Chi Xia took a slow pace toward this side, his eyes swept over the face of the scene, and finally turned to the statistics.