Fang Chixia stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
She raised her pale face and stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, as if someone had poured cold water on her. Her body was stiff and motionless.
The symptoms seemed to be getting worse.
She has to go to the hospital sometime!
Outside the door, there was a knock on the door, followed closely by Luo Yibei's voice.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Chixia came to her senses, took a few steps to the door, and opened it.
She calmed down, raised her head, glanced at him, and wanted to speak directly, but when the words reached her lips, she was afraid that it would be an empty joy, so she held back the unspoken words.
The corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she shook her head slightly, "I just ate something too spicy."
What she means is that she only vomited things she couldn't swallow.
Both of them have come this far and have been preparing for the wedding these days. Luo Yibei has no doubts about her words.
"I'll ask someone to change some light dishes later."
"good."
The two returned to the dining table, with Fang Chixia barely eating.
…
There are still four days until their wedding.
Recently, all the major media pages, newspaper headlines, and even TV channels in City C are full of news about the impending marriage of the two.
The invitations to Fang Chixia and Luo Yibei's wedding were sent out a few days ago. There were many people invited and the span was very wide. Almost all the upper class in C City were invited, including people from all walks of life. Many heavyweights at home and abroad.
This was an unprecedentedly grand wedding. The guest list alone was a spectacular scene, unheard of in the past twenty years.
In a gorgeous rococo-style villa, in a slightly dimly lit room, a figure stands against the backlight.
He didn't know how long he had been standing here in this posture. His back was very straight, like a snow-covered pine tree, tall and straight, but with an indescribable coldness.
He held an invitation in his hand. It had a delicate gilding appearance and was designed to be elegant and grand.
However, because it was pinched too tightly, the writing on it could no longer be seen clearly. Only the date of the wedding could be vaguely seen when looking up.
1314!
The man in front of the window stared at the date on it for a long time. The hand holding the invitation reflected a cold light on his joints...
…
Luo Yibei has been very busy recently, and Rong Xi has two things to do at home.
Four days before the wedding, he received an unexpected call from the Nice branch.
The call was about something going on in Nice recently and he needed to go over there to solve it in person.
Luo Yibei is preparing for marriage recently!
After answering the phone, he didn't hesitate much and replied directly to the other party, "Find a way to solve it yourself. If you can't solve it, prepare to submit your resignation!"
He spoke without any emotion, and was about to hang up the phone with just one sentence. Unexpectedly, the other party stopped him in a panic:
"Master Luo, the problem this time is a bit serious. We have tried hard, but we still can't deal with it! The company has suffered a huge loss this time. If it is not handled well, Nice may face bankruptcy!
It doesn't matter if Xiao Xiao resigns, but Nice Company is the hard work of so many people. If resignation can bring about the revitalization of the company, Xiao Xiao is willing to resign! "
That person was an executive from Rong Xi's branch who was transferred from the headquarters. His words were particularly to the point, and his starting point was all about Rong Xi!
Luo Yibei was silent for a while while holding the phone, and finally agreed to the matter.
"I'll come over tomorrow."