Fang Chixia looked at his getting closer and closer in shock, not understanding what he was going to do.
Luo Yibei walked toward the two of them with long slender legs. His face was very cold, and the temperature in his eyes seemed to be tempered by ice, chilling people to the bone.
His steps were long, he came to her side, and stood outside her car window, as if Fesino didn't exist in the car. He asked slowly, word by word, "I only ask you for the last time." , is the marriage true? If so, I will leave here immediately today and will not interfere with your affairs in any way in the future!"
Fang Chixia's body trembled slightly, and there seemed to be something hanging in her heart. With a thud, it fell heavily into the endless valley.
She fell silent after his words.
Luo Yibei looked at her coldly, still waiting for her answer.
He was betting on Fang Chixia's character and his understanding of her.
Although Fang Chixia had given a very positive answer before, Luo Yibei still didn't want to believe it in his heart.
The Fang Chixia he knew was stubborn and insistent on everything. How could he give in to such a big matter as marriage and relationships
Fang Chixia remained silent after his words, as if hesitating about his words.
Marriage is just a matter of two words. If it is married, it is married. If it is not married, it is not married. There is not even an ambiguous answer.
However, she remained silent.
Such silence made the coldness in Luo Yibei's eyes slowly melt, and the tight curves of his face showed signs of softening.
However, before he was completely softened, Fang Chixia's next words completely threw a bucket of ice at him, "Yes!"
A very concise word, without any modification, decisive and firm.
The curve of Luo Yibei's face that had just softened tightened after her words, and a cold light as sharp as a knife was reflected in his eyes.
Looking at her intently, he seemed not to have recovered from her words.
Fang Chixia didn't want to look at his eyes, so she turned her head and looked at Fesnuo lightly, "Let's go!"
"Yes." Fesnuo responded to her lightly and drove slowly towards Duke Chris's mansion.
Luo Yibei's eyes followed the figures of the two people. The position of the heart on his chest felt like it had been split open with a sharp axe, and the pain was so painful that the flesh and blood were blurred.
He stood there for a long time, his eyes always falling in the direction of Fang Chixia.
The car was still parked on the main road, and the cars passing by honked and urged me several times.
Luo Yibei seemed unable to hear, and his eyes just stared blankly in the direction Fang Chixia left, as if his soul had been drained.
Until, beside me, the voice of Little Milk Bag suddenly sounded, "Beibei, this is in the middle of the road!"
She reminded you softly, as if you were afraid of irritating him, and when you held his hand, you swayed very lightly.
Luo Yibei didn't respond at first, as if he didn't hear what he said.
"Xia Xia has left!" Xiao Yi reminded again, his voice rising a little higher.
Luo Yibei came back to his senses, turned his gaze stiffly to his face, closed his eyes lightly, tightened his fingers tremblingly, and led him towards the direction of their car.
The car continued on its way.
Xiao Yi sat in the back seat of the car, staring at him without blinking.
He didn't want to see Luo Yibei like this, and wanted to say something to him, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.
After thinking about it for a while, he finally said it like a young adult, "Actually, sometimes, don't take a woman's words too seriously!"