"Luo's shot, it is extraordinary!" Another person lamented.

"Isn't Lost Master all married?" The third person whispered.

"Yeah, some time ago, the little lady before the Luo family did not declare that she was the wife of Luo Shaoye in front of so many reporters?" The voice of the fourth person sounded.

"What is this now?"

"What can be the situation? Miss Su Jia Er and Luo Shaoye's marriage contract first, Luo Shaoye married, is it because the Miss Su Jia Er has not found it before another? Now the deity is back, naturally nothing to do!"

There is a lot of discussion on the spot, and the voice is getting bigger and bigger.

When I arrived, Fang Chi Xia stood far away and heard it.

There were still a lot of people around their eyes. After that, they brushed all the way to her direction. Looking at her eyes, all were sympathy and compassion, as if she were abandoned by Luo’s family.

The gaze of the road, like a thorn, was tied to Fang Chixia's body, and she was so riddled with holes.

Fang Chi Xia stiff standing in the same place, his face was a little white and bloody.

How much shame is this in the face of so many people?

How does this make others look at her?

She is honest, not comparable to Su Mu's family background, but the heart is long and fleshy. She is also a person with flesh and blood. While holding others, is it necessary to trample her dignity?

Luo Yibei obviously did not expect that Lonchi would do this kind of thing, his back was stiff, and his line of sight turned to her direction.

Fang Chixia's face was very pale, her face was small, and the light was on her face, her face was paler and paler.

The position of the heart of Luo Yibei's chest is like a needle sticking, and it hurts.

"Chi Xia!" turned and wanted to walk towards her, next to it, the sound of cold and cold whispered, "Whether everyone's news is so backward?"

The abrupt voice sounded in the quiet scene, and many people’s eyes were brushed in the direction of his direction.

Cold and cold walked two steps forward. He grabbed Fang Chixia’s wrist and pulled her to his side. His hand rested on her shoulder. His eyes were lightly swept away from the crowd. “It has been separated for four years. Do you think that a marriage may continue? The news of Rong Xi downstairs a few days ago is just that this girl is stupid, accompanied by someone playing a play, everyone really really?"

His speech rate is very slow, one word at a time, and the spit is unusually fresh.

"The departure four years ago was active in Chihwa and did not require the sympathy of anyone." He paused and he continued slowly. "A woman who has not really accepted her home is not rare! Her own ability, and other conditions, she did not continue to stay in that home! But it was accompanied by a play, entertaining the public, why should everyone care too much?"

Fang Chi Xia was stiff and he was squatting, his lips were very tight, and he did not speak from beginning to end.

"Separate four years, she and Luo family have nothing to do with! After mentioning her, please do not bring the Luo family's surname! Her surname is Fang, not Luo Fang."

“Her name is Fang Chixia, the most watched jewellery designer in the history of world designers, and the best chief translator in the diplomatic center. Please remember her two identities.”