Chapter 77 It's Too Late to Regret

Fang Chixia was startled, raised his arm and wanted to push him outside.

However, it is obvious that the power disparity between the two is too great.

It was easy for Luo Yibei to deal with her.

Pushing the door open forcibly, his eyes swept coldly towards her, an arm hooked around her waist, and he slammed against her and leaned against the wall behind him.

Looking at her pink and petal-like lips, Luo Yibei's face leaned over and wanted to kiss her lips, but Fang Chixia shrank to the side and avoided it.

Raising an arm between herself and him, she tried to negotiate with him, "Don't do this, I'll go, I'll do it for you now!"

"It's too late! I reminded you just now!" Luo Yibei glanced lightly at her fair and slender arm, only to feel it was an eyesore. .

After taking a few steps back, she calmed down and looked directly into his eyes, she continued to persuade, "Look, we live together every day, what do you want, I can't escape. How can you punish you? It doesn't matter to me, but, no matter what, you don't need to be upset with your stomach, right?"

What she said was true.

Luo Yibei narrowed his eyes and was silent for a while, but was moved by her.

"Okay, then go down first." Turning around, he walked in front and went downstairs.

Fang Chixia sighed and followed him out of the room.

What she said just now was just to get out of trouble for a while. When she walked to the stairs, she recalled what she said, and she felt a little regretful and wanted to bite off her tongue.

See what good thing she has done?

After serving him, is it easier to toss her tonight?

Fang Chixia was extremely annoyed, but he had already said everything, so he could only take one step at a time.

Going downstairs, entering the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and looking at the ingredients, she asked casually, "What do you want to eat?"

Luo Yibei looked at her calmly, and suddenly the meal he saw in the restaurant at noon today flashed in his mind.

After pondering for a while, he spit out four words, "French cuisine."

"What about the specifics?" Fang Chixia asked again.

"It's up to you." Luo Yibei replied to her as if nothing had happened, stood at the door, and said nothing.

Fang Chixia actually knew his tastes. As soon as the two got married, she asked him for a list of his preferences.

However, thinking of what the two might do after returning to the room, Fang Chixia was rebellious and didn't want everything to go according to his wishes, so he decided to do everything he liked for him.

So, when one after another French cuisine was made and placed on the table, it became what Luo Yibei saw in the restaurant at noon.

Except that the appearance she made is not very good, the craftsmanship is not good, and even how many dishes there are, all the dishes in it are all the same.

Luo Yibei looked at the dinner plates in front of him calmly, his eyes deepened.

"When I called you at noon, were you busy?" He asked casually without mentioning it directly.

Fang Chixia was a little surprised why he suddenly asked this. He glanced at him in surprise, feeling a little empty in his heart, but on the surface he was calm and composed, "At that time, I was with An An. There was something going on at school and I was a little busy."

Luo Yibei didn't ask any more questions, he lowered his head and ate his own food quietly with the cutlery.

Fang Chixia sat opposite him, watching the slowly decreasing food, thinking to himself how to deal with him if he really continued after he finished eating.