Chapter 2267 Wedding Division of Labor

Fang Chixia was choked by him and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Baby, if you're bored, we have a lot of things to do." The slender legs changed their posture and lazily crossed each other. Luo Yibei took the rose branch from her hand, glanced at it twice, and threw it away casually. Into the trash can not far away.

"For example, go out for a walk, go back to the room and do something you love, or bask in the sun on the balcony, eh?" His tone was very lazy, and when he spoke, his hand still did not move from her legs. Opening it, his fingertips were like playing a piano, even tapping on her skin again and again.

Fang Chixia was particularly speechless to him, with a straight face. She reminded, "Take your hands away first before talking."

"So, do you want to stay and listen?" Luo Yibei glanced at her lazily, and instead of moving his hand away as she asked, he began to caress her gently.

Fang Chixia was at a loss for him. After calming down, she reasoned with him instead, "We have already made an appointment with the teacher, and people are here. It's not appropriate to leave halfway."

After a pause, she glanced at the teacher behind her who was looking at her with a smile. She added, "Are you embarrassed to let such an old man let others go?"

She spoke in Chinese, and the teacher who taught her flower art couldn't understand her.

Luo Yibei glanced at her and twitched the corners of his eyes.

If he wants to do something, he won't give anyone face.

Fang Chixia is not much better than him.

The teacher and whatnot are just excuses, she just doesn’t want to leave!

"When will it end?" He raised his watch and checked the time. He did not continue the stalemate with her.

"In two hours."

Luo Yibei let go of his hands, leaned back lazily on the chair behind him, crossed his arms across his chest, and motioned for her to continue, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Fang Chixia sighed, turned her head and continued chatting with the teacher.

"Madam, let's continue! Where did we just talk? Are the flower branches so short?"

"Yes, clever-girl!"

Luo Yibei in the back was much more at peace.

From beginning to end, he just sat quietly in his seat, staring at her expressionlessly, without disturbing her in any way.

He was aloof, and when he just sat there, he was like an ice sculpture.

The room, which was originally sunny and filled with the fragrance of flowers, seemed to be suddenly enveloped by a gust of cool wind, and the air pressure dropped a lot.

The flower arranging teacher glanced timidly in his direction several times.

Fang Chixia had long been accustomed to his coldness and ignored him from beginning to end, focusing on learning her own flower arrangement.

Two classes took two hours and ended with a bouquet of flowers.

The materials Fang Chixia chose were primroses and hydrangea, the same materials that Luo Yibei used to send her flowers every morning.

These two flowers are often seen at weddings, whether it is the bride's bouquet or the flower wall decorating the venue.

Luo Yibei stared at the flowers in the room, stood up, walked out of the room, and paused at the door. He suddenly said, "In the future, I will also be responsible for the flower arrangements at the wedding!"

Not a question, but a tone of affirmation.

Fang Chixia was originally following him, but he suddenly braked. She couldn't control it for a moment, leaned forward, and bumped into his back.

"What did you say?" She rubbed the tip of her nose, but she didn't hear what he said clearly.

Luo Yibei turned his head, glanced in her direction from the corner of his eye, and said one sentence at a time, "I'm talking about the wedding in the future!"