"Okay." Fang Chixia responded to him, thought for a while, and pointed in the direction of a street in front of him, "Let's go to the food court first!"
"Yeah." Luo Yibei curled his lips and smiled, carrying her behind his back and walking slowly in the direction she pointed.
Fang Chixia actually enjoyed the feeling of being carried on his back, but she felt embarrassed when she walked to a crowded place.
"Let me down!" She got off Luo Yibei's back and put her shoes on again.
Luo Yibei knew that she was thin-skinned, but he didn't say anything.
Holding her hand, we walked through several streets and arrived at the food court. It was already dark.
It happened to be dinner time.
Fang Chixia was obviously very familiar with this place. After arriving, he took him to visit this store and then that store in a familiar manner. After buying the things, he packed them and handed them to Luo Yibei.
"Are you hungry? Do you want to try it first?"
Luo Yibei actually didn't like this kind of cheap roadside snack, but seeing that she was in such a good mood, he didn't say anything.
Fang Chixia is still shopping.
The stall she was in was run by an old woman, and she seemed to be waiting for the man to cook glutinous rice balls.
Ginger soup dumplings, the strong aroma of ginger is coming to your nostrils, and the whole street is filled with it.
The elderly usually talk a lot, and Fang Chixia was chatting with her in a good mood.
The old man glanced at Luo Yibei behind her, and said in a nagging voice, "Look at him eating like he's swallowing poison. He doesn't like this at all!"
Fang Chixia was slightly startled, turned her head and glanced at Luo Yibei, and was amused by her direct words, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, it's up to the husband to do as he pleases!"
Luo Yibei's eyes twitched and he glanced at her coldly.
Fang Chixia acted as if he didn't see it and continued to chatter to the old man, "Old man, add more ginger soup! Less brown sugar!"
The old man helped her add a little more soup as she asked, and slowly raised his face again, "Wife? Husband? Look at her happy little face. Are you engaged today?"
Fang Chixia smiled and corrected her seriously, "Grandma, it's not an engagement, it's a marriage!"
When she said this, her eyebrows arched with a smile, and her eyes shone like a starlight.
The chin was slightly raised, and there seemed to be a hint of pride in that expression.
Luo Yibei was slightly startled by her appearance.
After two years of marriage, he never thought that one day in the future, she would raise her chin proudly and proudly correct others. He and she were getting married!
Not an engagement or anything else!
Luo Yibei looked at her like this quietly, with the corners of his lips twitching slightly.
Leng family.
Leng Qihan was sitting in the huge living room, holding the remote control in his hand and fixating his eyes on the TV screen.
The news from Rong Xi's press conference was still playing on the TV in a loop.
Under the spotlight, Luo Yibei came to Fang Chixia step by step.
Pull her up from the audience, stand side by side with her, raise your hand and announce in front of everyone in the world, "We are married!"
get married…
Leng Qihan's hand on the remote control tightened, and all that echoed in his ears was Luo Yibei's public declaration.
She is his wife!
She and he are already married!
"Master, dinner is ready!" The servant's voice came from outside the door.
However, what responded to him was a voice in the room that was so cold that it made people shiver, "Get out!" End of chapter -->