When Fang Chixia saw the table decoration, she immediately thought of Luo Yibei.
When Luo Yibei dines with her, the dining table is often designed like this.
There were a lot of candles lit in the restaurant, all on the dining table and in every corner of the restaurant, forming a circle around the entire dining area.
Fang Chixia stood in the center of the restaurant, staring at the room quietly, then turned stiffly to Luo Yibei, who followed him.
Luo Yibei didn't explain, walked over to her, pulled out the chair for her, "Come here."
Fang Chixia came back to her senses, walked over and sat down as if nothing had happened.
Luo Yibei called the French waiter and ordered a series of dishes in French elegantly, while Fang Chixia calmly stared at the hyacinth on the table.
What he prepared was purple hyacinth, a very beautiful and rare light purple.
When Fang Chixia stared at those flowers, she just thought they were beautiful. At that time, she didn't know that the flower language of purple hyacinth was, I'm sorry.
Luo Yibei didn't explain, he just asked lightly, "Do you like it?"
"It's okay." Fang Chixia took a flower and smelled it, and answered conservatively.
Luo Yibei just smiled lightly and didn't say much.
The meals ordered by the two of them were delivered one after another.
A waiter dressed neatly in waiter's uniform came forward and respectfully poured two glasses of red wine for the two of them.
Lifting the wine glass with his slender hand, Luo Yibei looked at her sitting at the other end of the dining table through the dim candlelight, and pursed his lips slightly.
Fang Chixia was a little hungry at this time. As soon as the food was served, she ate alone without being polite to him.
Her eyes were very focused and she never raised her face from the beginning to the end.
The restaurant was carefully decorated, and Luo Yibei's eyes were completely ignored by her.
Luo Yibei just twitched the corners of his lips, but said nothing.
While Fang Chixia was eating, he stood up and left for a while. He took his cell phone and called someone unknown, as if he was explaining something.
He stood slightly away from her, and Fang Chixia heard the word "arrangement" without hearing anything else.
Thinking that he was talking about the venue of Rong Xi's press conference, she didn't think much more and continued to enjoy her dinner quietly.
Luo Yibei came back a few minutes later.
Sitting down quietly, the two of them had a harmonious dinner for the first time in more than ten days without any quarrel or cold war.
When walking out, Fang Chixia was still walking in front.
Her steps were a little brisk, and she crossed the trestle, which was lit up everywhere, and came to the street outside. She opened the car door and wanted to get in. She was suddenly startled by the scene inside.
There were many flowers placed in the car, which Luo Yibei said were the tackiest roses. There were flowers of every color, and the bouquets covered the back seat.
As soon as the car door opened, the entire car was filled with the scent of roses.
Fang Chixia stared at the flowers blankly, her eyes a little distracted.
"This is for you." Luo Yibei walked over in a few steps and opened the car door to get in. As if he was afraid that she would think too much, he added, "This is the only gift I have given you."
Fang Chixia was stunned for a moment, looking at him in astonishment.
Luo Yibei didn't explain too much. He glanced at the position beside him and motioned for her to sit down.
Fang Chixia opened the door and sat in after him.
Her eyes were fixed on the flowers behind her, and she didn't understand the purpose of his sudden action.
Luo Yibei just pursed his lips slightly, started the car and headed to their villa.
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