Chapter 821 His Charm

Fang Chixia just didn't look good, and the temperature on her forehead was normal.

Luo Yibei helped her pack her things in a few times, stood up, and hugged her horizontally.

"How did you get sick?" Taking her to the sofa, he asked lightly as he walked.

Without explaining the fact that he went to sea, Fang Chixia summed it up in four simple words, "Unaccustomed to the soil and water."

Luo Yibei's face, which had just eased, sank a bit after her perfunctory words.

But he didn't pursue her.

"Have you eaten?" He carried her to the sofa, but instead of releasing her, he placed her on his lap.

"Not yet." Fang Chixia replied softly.

"I'll order dinner." Luo Yibei took out his mobile phone and called the service area of ​​the hotel. After about 20 minutes, a waiter came up with dinner for two.

The dinner he ordered was very delicate. Although he was not as careful as Leng Qihan who only allowed her to drink porridge, the food he ordered was also very light, taking care of her appetite completely.

Every food is very beautifully made, and there is even a soup boiled with flowers.

The beautiful white porcelain plate is decorated with delicate carvings, which makes people appetite.

The waiter placed a small table in front of the sofa for the two of them, put the things on it, and left.

Luo Yibei held a white porcelain bowl and fed her a spoonful, "Try it."

He rarely feeds her in such a serious manner, he has before, but every time it is flirtatious.

This time, Fang Chixia knew that he was feeding her purely to feed her.

Fang Chixia rarely enjoyed his service, staring at him calmly while eating what he brought over.

In fact, after she received his message this morning, she kept wondering how annoyed he would be when he came over.

She even thought about her explanation, whether he would not believe it.

Fortunately, he believed.

Trust is important to her!

What Fang Chixia hates most is mutual suspicion and suspicion. If a marriage wants to go all the way, trust is the most basic.

Fang Chixia's heart spread with a touch of sweetness.

That taste, like the bowl of flower soup held by Luo Yibei...

Fang Chixia's physique has always been good. The two of them finished dinner in the hotel room. Her complexion improved a lot, and she looked like someone who had nothing to do.

Luo Yibei looked at her like this calmly, thinking coldly and arrogantly in his heart, as expected, he is still very attractive.

Leng Qihan took care of her here all night. When he came, she was still very sick.

He didn't come for dozens of minutes, and that little face immediately recovered.

Luo Yibei's heart swelled with a good sense of self.

"When will I go back?" Fang Chixia leaned against his arms and casually flipped through a magazine.

"When do you want to go back?" Luo Yibei asked lightly, looking to one side of her face.

"Is the company busy these two days?" Fang Chixia casually flipped through the book in his hand and looked up at him.

"Want to stay here for two more days?" Luo Yibei played with a small strand of her hair and sniffed it in front of her nose.

Light, no matter what time, there is always a fresh orange blossom fragrance.

I don't know when it started, but he gradually became obsessed with this smell, and even got used to this smell out of control.

"How about going back the day after tomorrow?" Fang Chixia snapped the magazine in his hand and raised his face.

"You can do what you say." Luo Yibei leaned over and sniffed her hair.