Luo Yibei didn't mind at all. He raised his hand and threw the bouquet back. The delicate bouquet traced a trajectory in the air and sank to the bottom of the sea with a thud.
With a slight lift of his fingertips and a loud snap of his fingers, he summoned the servant again.
"Miss Fang doesn't like Primrose!" Her tone was calm and there was no expression on her face.
"I understand, young master!" The man turned and left, then came up with a bouquet of delicate pink roses.
A bouquet of flowers of medium or small size, the color of the petals is not the common pink, but crystal pink.
A very quiet color, light, containing moisture, as moist as the powder in the petals, almost overflowing.
"Miss Fang!" The man came to Fang Chixia and handed her the bouquet again.
His attitude was respectful from beginning to end. Fang Chixia didn't accept her, Luo Yibei didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to leave. He just stood respectfully holding a bouquet of flowers, still bending down very far.
The attitude is very humble.
Luo Yibei sat lazily on the chair, folding his arms across his chest, looking at her leisurely, the expression on his face not slackening at all.
He seemed to have the idea that Fang Chixia would not let the servant stand up until she accepted it, and he was not prepared to give up on the flower exchange until she was willing to accept it.
Fang Chixia had no intention of embarrassing the servant, and she didn't think it was necessary to continue spending time with him.
After hesitating, he took the flowers.
Luo Yibei watched her movements calmly, raised the corners of his lips coldly, waved his hand to signal the servant to retreat, "Get down!"
The servant nodded, bowed ninety degrees and left.
But, after a while, it appeared again.
When he appeared, he was pushing a jewelry display case in his hand.
The beautiful and clean display window is lit with lights. Under the glass is a pair of rings lying quietly. The clear white diamonds are so bright under the light that they seem to light up the entire night.
Fang Chixia turned her head and was slightly shocked when she caught a glimpse of the ring inside.
The servant was still walking this way while pushing the display cabinet, passed Fang Chixia, and finally stopped in front of Luo Yibei.
Luo Yibei stood up, opened the cabinet, took out the smaller ring inside, and slowly came to her.
Taking her hand and trying to put it on for her, Fang Chixia suddenly used force and pulled her hand out of his hand.
"Luo Yibei, what are you doing?"
"Proposal, can't you see?" Luo Yibei glanced at her lazily and answered matter-of-factly, even a little domineeringly.
Fang Chixia's face froze after his words.
Why does he take her so naturally in every aspect
"Mr. Luo, I'm sorry, I'm married!" Fang Chixia reminded with a cold face.
"It doesn't matter, I married with the name Fang Chixia!" Luo Yibei's face was still unmoved, and he didn't seem to mind her words at all.
Fang Chixia told him that she was married, put aside the past, created a new identity and married Fesnuo.
He dismissed her words in just a few words, and even took advantage of her words to tell her that it was her identity, Fang Chixia, that he was proposing.
As for her identity when she was with Fisno, he ignored it.
With him like this, Fang Chixia suddenly didn't know how to answer the conversation.
She said everything that needed to be said, and there was nothing she could do to him!
Luo Yibei's hand clasped her wrist and continued to help her put on the ring.
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