"Not enough!" Luo Yibei glanced sideways, glanced at her red forehead, and replied with two words coldly. Under Fang Chixia's slightly stunned eyes, he suddenly raised his arm and pulled her head away. He hooked it, aimed his lips at her forehead and covered it.
His kiss was not as soft and soft as Leng Qihan's. His kiss was fierce sucking. He probably felt that it wasn't enough, so he bit her hard again.
Leng Qihan's kiss is ice.
Luo Yibei's kiss is fire.
The passion surged so much that every cell in Fang Chixia seemed to be on fire.
Fang Chixia's whole body stiffened, and she tried several times to stop him. However, every time he had the urge, his arms were pressed and cut behind his back by Luo Yibei.
Fang Chixia had no choice but to let him go.
Fortunately, Luo Yibei only kissed her face.
The kiss lasted for about four or five minutes. He must have been satisfied with the kiss. He released her and raised his eyebrows leisurely.
"How are you, Leng Qihan?"
Fang Chixia kept her mouth shut and did not answer.
Luo Yibei lazily walked to the wine table nearby and poured himself a glass of wine. He was about to drink it, but as if he thought of something, his eyes suddenly turned to Fang Chixia.
"Did you see clearly what happened in the accident four years ago?"
Fang Chixia was slightly startled, her face turned stiffly in his direction, "What's wrong?"
"Just tell me to see clearly." Luo Yibei raised his hand, raised his head and poured the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Fang Chixia recalled the situation at that time and shook her head lightly, "No."
She only saw the moment before the explosion and nothing else.
Luo Yibei's eyes darkened after her words.
The accident four years ago left no clues. He could not investigate the cause and could only speculate on the possible manipulator.
There are several targets he suspects, but having too many targets is the same as having no targets.
Unless there is evidence, it is impossible to investigate anything without evidence.
But there was no surveillance at the scene, and the sea was dark, so no evidence was found.
"Are you suspecting someone?" Fang Chixia asked tentatively.
"It's okay." Luo Yibei replied calmly, without revealing anything.
He poured himself another glass of wine and wanted to carry it to the balcony. When he came to the balcony door, thinking about today's events, he stopped walking, turned his head and glanced at her, and said coldly, "Miss Fang, Before the marriage is truly divorced, should we abide by the rules of women? What do you think of running out to meet a man at night? "
In fact, Fang Chixia's meeting with Leng Qihan today was purely accidental.
She never expected that the two people would meet in that kind of place.
"Mr. Luo, you should mind your own business first!" She snorted lightly, but she didn't take his words seriously.
Turning around and about to walk into the bathroom, she seemed to think of something and stopped walking. She suddenly turned her head and added, "By the way, didn't Rong Xi praise an actress named Cheng Anning in recent years? Mr. Luo is not upright, so what qualifications do you have to criticize someone who is about to become his ex-wife?"
She said it extremely sarcastically, but Luo Yibei was out of breath.
He stared at her calmly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly, "Do you mind?"
It was a light word, and his tone was not harsh, but Fang Chixia felt a sharpness in his words inexplicably.
It was as sharp as if it wanted to tear apart her disguise layer by layer and see through her heart.
Fang Chixia's eyes seemed to have a flash of panic.