Chapter 2609 Sweet Little World (3)

However, if Luo Yibei didn't want to say anything, she knew it would be useless to ask.

The only thing she was sure of was that he had his reasons.

Fang Chixia was not someone who liked to interfere too much. She followed him upstairs in a few steps, fumbled for the key from her bag and opened the door.

All the furnishings in the small apartment remain as they were when the two lived here. No new ones have been added, and the old ones have not been replaced.

After entering, Fang Chixia tied up her hair casually and hurriedly tidied up the room.

Luo Yibei was sitting on the sofa on the open-air balcony, holding a pen and a piece of paper in his hand. The tip of the pen was swishing, and he didn't know what he was describing.

Fang Chixia finished tidying up the room, walked out and sat next to him, then turned around and glanced at him.

What he drew on his hand was a diagram of the internal structure of an island. He clearly noted which parts of the island were used for what functions and how to plan them.

Fang Chixia stared at the drawing in his hand carefully and accidentally discovered that the island seemed to be the Luo Empire.

Fang Chixia watched this scene quietly, and her heart was slightly shaken.

Is he planning to turn the Luo Empire into the second Jue Ye?

Luo Yibei did not give any explanation for his behavior. He lowered his eyebrows and concentrated on his own ideas.

The tip of his pen moved very quickly, and it was obvious that he already had a clear blueprint in mind for how to plan the entire island.

I have thought about everything in my head, but now I just put it on paper.

Fang Chixia doesn't like to interfere with his affairs, and she won't interfere with anything he does.

A little startled, she didn't ask and turned around to prepare dinner.

When they had all reached the door, Luo Yibei's voice suddenly floated from behind, "Red wine, French food!"

He was ordering food as if she was omnipotent and could make whatever he ordered.

What he ordered was difficult French cuisine, knowing that Fang Chixia was not good at this aspect.

"This kind of weather is the most suitable for matching like this. Wife, what do you think?" He turned his head sideways, glanced at her face, and added teasingly.

Fang Chixia stopped walking, turned to him, and dismissed him very emotionlessly, "What kind of French food should I eat? In snowy weather, hot pot is the best!"

She said it matter-of-factly, turned her head, and went straight into the house without caring about his expression.

"Fang Chixia, are you vulgar?" Luo Yibei's disgusted voice came from behind.

Fang Chixia ignored it, closed the kitchen door, took out the ingredients on the cooking table, and started processing them all.

The hot pot she really prepared was red and fiery, with the heavy flavor that Luo Yibei disliked the most.

When a large pot of food was brought out, the expression on Luo Yibei's face was a little stiff.

Fang Chixia ignored him and took the chopsticks to wash the meat on his own.

I also put it in my own bowl.

She seemed to be enjoying the food from beginning to end, and even made a squeaking sound on purpose.

Luo Yibei glanced at her with disgust.

Fang Chixia pretended not to notice and was still eating his own.

"Don't you like eating? I'll help you!"

Luo Yibei's face turned dark.

Fang Chixia ignored it, holding a small piece of meat and was about to bring it to her lips, when Luo Yibei suddenly made a move that surprised her.

He leaned towards her and captured her lips in one breath.

"It doesn't matter!" He raised his eyes and glanced at her face leisurely. The corners of his lips suddenly curled up evilly, "It's the same for you and me!"