The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

After the press conference, Fang Chixia was seen by many media only when he appeared in the field.

"Miss 裴, what do you think about the new thing?"

"Yeah, the difference is more than ten billion, more than one billion!"

"Miss Yan, talk about it!"

The voice of the reporter was noisy.

Fang Chi Xiaguang faintly turned to everyone, his eyes glanced at the faces of several people who called her, and faintly corrected. "Sorry, please call my wife."

The lady is a polite name, and it is actually more acceptable to the average girl than the lady.

Does this question have a sense of care?

A few reporters, look at me, I look at you, look dull.

However, looking at Fang Chi Xia’s face does not seem like a joke.

Already married, have a husband, and what sister?

A group of reporters stunned for a while, and one of them responded and immediately changed their mouth. "Mrs. Luo Shao, please say a few words!"

Fang Chi Xia returned to God and took the microphone of one of the reporters.

Looking at the crowd, her answer is very simple. "The meaning of 530, everyone in the room should be familiar with it? It is more consistent with the theme of this design."

She did not explain too much, and surrounded by a large group of bodyguards, just left.

The reporter did not expect that she would be so simple, and chased up in a few steps.

"Mrs. Luo Shao, is this design designed specifically for Luo Shaoye?"

"Missing is for him?"

"Why did Los Young have not appeared in the media recently?"

"What is the status of the two now?"

A conference that was supposed to be a fashion industry, the reporter’s question, asked and asked, the title went wrong, and finally it was all around the marriage between Fang Chi Xia and Luo Yibei.

Fang Chi Xia ignored it and stepped away from the scene.

Came to the front of the car, bent over the car under the **** of several bodyguards, before starting the car, she stared at the scene and still look at the opening advertisement.

The advertising music is accompanied by a very old English song. The song title is Missing. The sound of the hoarse voice of the bass is like the melody of the old phonograph. When it is low, it has a special taste.

Fang Chixia stared at the advertisement and looked at it, his eyes could not help but lost his mind.

I heard that the bell is a thing with a soul and can bring the person who misses to the side.

I am telling you in the wind, miss you, have you heard?

530, I miss you...

Leaving the scene, Fang Chixia directly let the driver carry himself back to the villa.

At the middle of the journey, Yan Chengxi called and called.

"Recently, how are you?" There is no blame for Fang Chixia's refusal, and his greetings are very common.

"Brother, I am fine." Fang Chi Xia faintly returned to him.

"If you are tired, take a rest and rest. At home, I will be responsible for the agent first."

"Brother, I know." Fang Chixia simply returned to him and hung up.

The car arrived in her and a private villa in Luoyi North in a few minutes.

When it arrived, the sand weaving star was also there.

Recently, as long as Fang Chi Xia is not there, she will come to help watch the two children.

"Mom, I am back!" Fang Chi Xia entered the house and greeted her, and took Xiaochen to go upstairs. "I will take two children out later and will not come back tonight."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Sha Zhixing said a word, did not ask too much.

"I know." Fang Chixia returned to her.