Luo Yibei glanced at the bill in her hand, walked over slowly, stared at her face, and teased leisurely, "Your face is so red, what are you thinking of?"
"There are still a lot of things waiting for me to do, let's go out first." Fang Chixia was so embarrassed that he arranged his clothes in a panic, held the bill in his arms, and walked out with a heavy head.
She was still blushing all the way out, and she didn't hand the towel to the person in charge of cleaning to wash it. Instead, she went back to her room and washed it by hand.
Luo Yibei walked out of the room only in the afternoon.
When we came down, Fang Chixia was not in the lobby.
He was startled, then turned to the garden.
Although this hotel is small, it has a very beautiful garden.
The afternoon sun was very warm and white as if it had a soft touch.
The garden was very quiet. In the distance, only Fang Chixia was sitting on a wicker chair and resting alone.
Luo Yibei looked at her quietly, walked over in a few steps, stood next to her and stared at her sleeping face.
When she is asleep, she is usually much more pleasing to the eye than usual, and her sleeping face is as calm and innocent as a child's.
At this time, she almost made people forget about her usual unpleasant behavior.
Luo Yibei stared at her for a long time, seeing that she seemed to be curled up uncomfortably, and bent down, wanting to pick her up and walk into the room.
Unexpectedly, just as he stretched out his hand, Fang Chixia's closed eyes suddenly opened.
Then, the obedient face before seemed like a hallucination that Luo Yibei had seen. She stared at him in shock at first, then suddenly pushed his hand away.
Luo Yibei's outstretched hand froze, his face a little cold.
Does she still dislike him
"Looking for death?" Hei's face was sullen, and his tone was gloomy.
"If you can, kill me first!" Fang Chixia raised his face, unwilling to be outdone.
She didn't think much about it when she said this, but as soon as she said it, she immediately realized something was wrong.
Oops.
"Kill him to death?" Luo Yibei chewed on her words, his eyes darkened dangerously, "You said this!"
He pushed her onto the back of the chair, pressed his body on top of her, grabbed her clothes and started to pull them away.
"Luo Yibei, what are you doing? This is a garden! Go away!" Fang Chixia's face turned pale with shock. She struggled in his arms with her hands and feet, knocked him away with her body, and ducked under him. He came out, holding on to his clothes and heading into the house in embarrassment.
She ran very fast, her steps were a little staggering, and she could almost be said to have fled.
Luo Yibei admired her escape with a cold face, and followed her with slender legs.
When they came to the lobby, Fang Chixia was not there, but the hotel proprietress happened to be.
A French woman in her forties, as soon as he entered, she stared at him unblinkingly.
"What's wrong?" Luo Yibei was confused by her look and asked casually.
"Do you know Xia Xia?" The landlady called Fang Chi Xia and she was very friendly. Luo Yibei didn't expect that she would be so lovable wherever she went.
Glancing at the man, he responded lightly.
"Did the couple quarrel?" the man asked again.
Yi Bei responded to her again.
After receiving a positive answer, the boss lady's chat box suddenly opened up.
She scolded him as if she was scolding her own family, "You said you, no matter what, should not leave your wife alone in a place like the day before yesterday, right? You lost her and now you are looking for her, and you found her. Then there was a cold war. If I had known this, why bother in the first place?"
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