Chapter 44 The Third Day of the Wedding

Luo Yibei didn't know what time she got up this morning, but, looking at the rectification of the living room, she should have been up for several hours when he got up.

Coming to her side, quietly looking at her like this, his face moved closer to her.

She slept peacefully, her long eyelashes drooped gently, and her breathing was clear and shallow.

Although this woman's behavior was very unpleasant when she was awake, she still looked very pleasing to the eye at this time.

At this time, Fang Chixia was like a tired child, quiet and tranquil, holding a big cartoon pillow in his arms.

Her facial features are really delicate, her face is probably not as big as his palm, her skin is as delicate as petals washed by milk, and her pink lips are slightly open, as if with a magic power, bewitching Luo Yibei The ghost of the lips moved towards her lips unexpectedly.

However, before the kiss, the sleeping man's eyes snapped open.

"Don't, don't come here!" She didn't even look at him, she seemed to be frightened in some way, she rolled off the hanging chair with a "thump" in panic, her body shrank back to the corner of the wall, and she was in a panic. I grabbed a vase next to it and smashed it towards his head.

A series of her movements were very fast, Luo Yibei was caught off guard, and he never expected that someone who cooperated with him so much every night would suddenly make such a radical movement, taking a step back for a while, with his forehead in the middle.

A clear puff sounded between the two of them, sharp eyes swept her face sharply, Luo Yibei's face turned black, "Fang Chixia!"

Fang Chixia was sobered up by him.

Staring at his face blankly, he looked at the murder weapon in his hand, and threw the vase behind him in a panic.

"Why are you?" Her face was a little embarrassed, she wanted to check his situation, but she was afraid to go forward because she was afraid of being thrown out by him.

"Otherwise, who else do you think there will be?" Luo Yibei's face was covered with dark clouds when he was subjected to "domestic violence" on the third day of the wedding.

Fang Chixia looked at him calmly, embarrassed.

"Shouldn't you explain it?" Luo Yibei glanced at her face, his eyes overflowing with coldness.

"I was in a daze, and I forgot where I was... hehe...hehe..." Fang Chixia smiled, but the smile at this time was a little stiff no matter how you looked at it.

Luo Yibei stared at her calmly. Thinking of the situation when he first saw her, he roughly guessed a few points.

She spent the past few years at Fang's house in such a frightened way every day?

"I really didn't mean it, are you okay? Let me see for you!" Fang Chixia saw that his expression seemed to have improved a little, so he slowly moved over and looked at his head.

Fortunately, there are no wounds, just a little red on the forehead near the hair.

Her movements were very gentle, which calmed Luo Yi Beigang's anger a bit.

Forget it, for her pitiful sake, he will let her go once!

"Why did you come back all of a sudden?" Fang Chixia pressed him to sit on the hanging chair he just sat on, and wanted to turn his head to help him get the ice pack, but was pulled by him.

"Sit down!" he demanded, gesturing his legs.

Fang Chixia usually cooperates with him at night, but in the daytime, she is not used to being so close all of a sudden.

Looking at him blankly, she hesitated for a moment, but walked over anyway.