An Qi just stared at him with a sly look, and said nothing.

The butler helped Luo Yibei to place the chair, and Luo Yibei’s thorns sat down, regardless of the eyes of a group of maids on his face.

Fang Chi Xia did not look in his direction, still eating his own quiet.

"Miss Fang, do you still need wine? I will help you!" Perth stood up and wanted to help her goblet pour the wine, the arm did not reach, Luo Yibei did not know whether it was intentional, the foot suddenly Hook the feet of Fang Chi Xia.

Fang Chixia just had a wine glass at this time. A sudden movement made her body lean forward, and the wine glass that fell was dropped on the ground.

Very crisp sound, after the loud garden sounded, it was still very awkward.

The rest of the people on the table looked at the whole brush.

Fang Chixia looked at the mess on the ground, and the hand holding the knife and fork tightened.

Perth’s hand stretched out in the air and his face was a little awkward.

Luo Yibei is still like a person who has nothing to do, and he is free to eat.

Just a side-to-side confrontation with the butler on the side of the body whispered a word, "Re-help the lady to change a wine glass!"

"Good." The housekeeper lowered his head and left.

Fang Chixia is still staring at him, and the blind man seems to be squirting fire.

Luo Yi's north lip raised a taunt, and looked at her sideways, he faintly spit out, "The next time the wine cup is steady."

Taking back his eyes and holding the cutlery, he continued to cut the food in his plate.

So many people are still at the table, Fang Chi Xia can not be like him last night, sinking and breathing, she can only continue to dine.

However, when she thought about his behavior, she suddenly became unwilling.

Looking to the side of his direction, Fang Chixia's legs were lifted and he squatted against his calf.

"Yeah!" Her strength was not small, and Luo Yibei's body arched forward and snorted.

The sound is not big, it seems to be a little depressed, however, the rest of the table is fully captured.

A pair of binocular eyes brushed and looked at him again.

Luo Yi's north corner of the eye slanted his eyes and squared the summer, calming his face, if nothing happened, "Nothing, just being smashed by a cat!"

Cat?

The surrounding maid's line of sight was almost conditionally reflective under the table.

The table was covered with tablecloths, long, white, hanging down the table, and the bottom of the table was basically blocked.

What happened below, no one can see clearly.

The servant is unknown, but the few people sitting at the table understand.

Perth obviously didn't expect Fang Chixia to have such a side. When she stared at her, she was slightly wrong.

Fang Chi Xia’s face was slightly light and drooping, and elegantly holding the tableware for dining.

There was no expression on her face, and nothing happened like it.

I didn't look in the direction of Perth, as if I didn't mind what I was in him.

The table was quiet again for a while.

It can last for less than two minutes, but one more thing happened.

When Fang Chi was dining in the summer, Luo Yibei reached out.

From the bottom of the table, covered by the table cloth, others can not see.

After the hand reached over and put it on her lap, he did not move it, and the fingertips even entangled a few tassels in her skirt.

When he does this movement, the knuckles still rub from her skin from time to time.