Fang Chixia didn't want to compromise on this kind of thing again and again, so she remained silent for a long time.
Luo Yibei didn't bother to answer the question. He lazily leaned on the sofa, holding a glass of wine and drinking it as if nothing had happened.
At the press conference downstairs, Leng Qihan's speech has been completed and it seems to have been changed to a new product display.
The background music was advertising music for new products, which was very soothing and made the atmosphere of the entire conference much more relaxed.
Leng Qihan sat in the middle of the front row, looking at the seat next to him for the first time.
The seat was still empty, and Luo Yibei's name in white and black letters was extremely eye-catching.
Room upstairs.
Fang Chixia had no idea what was going on below. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she became absent-minded again.
Luo Yibei didn't like her look like this very much. He frowned, pulled her into his arms, suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.
"What are you doing?" Fang Chixia seemed to be shocked by his sudden movement, and her face was slightly flustered.
"Isn't it okay to do anything when you are with your wife?" Luo Yibei's eyes traveled across her face at an extremely slow speed, he leaned forward, aimed his lips at hers and leaned towards hers.
Fang Chixia seemed to want to avoid it, her eyes kept dodging.
"I find that as long as Leng Qihan is around, you are easily distracted!" The tip of his nose was touching hers, but he did not kiss her, but spoke to her slowly.
His face had no warmth, and his eyes as he looked at her were as cold as lake water in winter.
Fang Chixia was startled, her body stiffened slightly, and all her movements stopped.
Luo Yibei looked at her like this calmly, as if observing her reaction.
Fang Chixia's face only stiffened for a few seconds, but soon returned to normal.
"You're overthinking. I just want to do what I should do in my position. Before, in Rong Xi, I did the same for everything you asked me to do?" Fang Chixia said calmly. She explained herself, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing his lips against her own.
Luo Yibei looked at her calmly, as if trying to judge the credibility of what she just said.
Fang Chixia tried to distract him, her lips touched each other, but he didn't move, so she kissed him instead.
She bit his lip and rubbed it for a while, but still didn't get a response from him.
"If you don't like it, let's get out!" She pushed him and tried to get out from under him, but Luo Yibei held her wrist.
"Where are you going if you haven't finished the work?" He dragged her back down, clasped her slender wrists with both hands, pressed and fixed them on both sides of her body, and kissed her lips with his lips.
His kiss had always been very powerful, his lips and tongue invaded her mouth, sweeping over her senses, so powerful that he didn't give her any room to think about anything else.
Fang Chixia didn't refuse this time, lying under him and letting him do whatever he wanted.
The press conference downstairs continues.
Leng Qihan raised his wrist and checked the time on his watch, looking towards the direction Fang Chixia left in the hotel for the unknown number of times.
The seat next to Luo Yibei is still empty. From the beginning of the press conference to now, for nearly an hour and a half, Luo Yibei has not shown up.
Fang Chixia is naturally the same.
It's been more than an hour and a half...