Chapter 871 What's Wrong with Being with My Wife

She looked a little embarrassed, and she felt that she was digging holes for herself now.

Fang Chixia didn't want to compromise on this kind of thing again and again, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

Luo Yibei didn't bother with the question just now, leaning against the sofa lazily, holding a glass of wine, drinking as if nothing had happened.

At the press conference downstairs, Leng Qihan's speech has been completed, and it seems that it has been changed to a new product display.

The background music is the advertising music of the new product, which is very soothing and makes the atmosphere of the whole conference a lot more relaxed.

Leng Qihan sat in the center of the front row, and he didn't know how many times he looked at the seat beside him.

The seat was still empty, and Luo Yibei's name was striking in black and white.

Upstairs room.

Fang Chixia didn't know what was going on at all. After sitting on the sofa for a while, he began to be absent-minded again.

Luo Yibei didn't like her like this very much, he frowned, pulled her into his arms, and suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.

"What are you doing?" Fang Chixia seemed to be startled by his sudden action, and his face was a little flustered.

"Can't you do anything with your wife?" Luo Yibei's eyes swept across her face at an extremely slow speed, he leaned over, his lips were aligned with hers, and he leaned over.

Fang Chixia seemed to want to avoid it, and his eyes kept dodging.

"I found that as long as there is Leng Qihan, you are easily distracted!" The tip of his nose was against her, but he did not kiss her, but spoke to her slowly.

There was no warmth on his face, and when he looked at her, his eyes were cold, like a lake in winter.

Fang Chixia was stunned, her body stiffened slightly, and all movements stopped.

Luo Yibei looked at her like this calmly, as if to observe her reaction.

Fang Chixia's face froze for a few seconds, but quickly returned to normal.

"You think too much, I just want to do well in my position. Before in Rongxi, didn't I do the same for everything you gave me?" Fang Chixia said calmly. He explained it himself, wrapping his arms around his neck, pressing his lips against his own.

Luo Yibei looked at her calmly, as if to distinguish the credibility of what she just said.

Fang Chixia tried to distract him, her lips pressed together, he didn't move, she kissed him instead.

Biting his lip and rubbing it, he still didn't get a response from him.

"Let's go out if you don't like it!" She pushed him, trying to get out from under him, but Luo Yibei pulled her wrist.

"Where are you going when you're not done?" He dragged her back down, bound her slender wrists with both hands, pressed them against her sides, and kissed her with his lips aligned with hers.

His kisses have always been strong, his lips and tongue occupying her mouth, sweeping over her senses, so strong that she doesn't give her any room to think about anything else.

Fang Chixia didn't refuse this time, lying under him and letting him do whatever he wanted.

The press conference downstairs continues.

Leng Qihan raised his wrist and looked at the time of his watch. He didn't know how many times he looked at the direction where Fang Chixia left the hotel.

The place next to Luo Yibei is still empty. From the start of the press conference to the present, Luo Yibei has not appeared from the beginning to the end for nearly an hour and a half.

Fang Chixia naturally did too.

It's been over an hour and a half...