However, Luo Yibei did not want to say, she knew it would be useless.

The only thing she can be sure of is that he must have his reasons.

Fang Chi Xia is not a person who likes to interfere too much. He followed him upstairs and found the key from the bag to open the door.

All the furnishings of the small apartment kept the appearance of the two when they used to live here. No new ones were added, and the old ones were not replaced.

After Fang Chi Xia went in, he arbitrarily put his hair in a row, and he arranged the room after he was busy.

Luo Yibei sat on the sofa on the open-air balcony, holding a pen and a piece of paper in his hand, and his nib was stunned. He didn't know what was being painted.

Fang Chixia finished the room and went out to sit next to him, enough to look around and look at him.

What he depicted on his hand is the internal structure of an island. Which part of the island is used for what function, how to plan it, all the notes are clear.

Fang Chixia looked at the drawings in his hands carefully and saw that the island seemed to be the Luo Empire.

Fang Chi Xi quietly looked at this scene, and the heart was slightly under the earthquake.

Is this his intention to make the Los Angeles Empire the second night?

Luo Yibei did not explain anything about his behavior, squinting and focusing on his own ideas.

His pen tip swam very fast, and it was obvious that he had a clear blueprint for how to plan for the entire island.

I thought about everything in my head, but now it’s just on paper.

Fang Chixia didn't like to ask about his affairs. She did not interfere with what he did.

A little shocked, she did not ask, turned and prepared for dinner.

When they had already reached the door, Luo Yibei’s voice suddenly floated from behind, “red wine, French!”

He is ordering food, as if she is omnipotent, she can do whatever she wants.

It’s still a difficult French dish, knowing that Fang Chi Xia is not doing well in this regard.

"This kind of weather is best for this kind of match, wife, what do you think?" Over the head, his eyes swept over her face, and he added a sentence.

At the foot of Fang Chi Xia’s foot, he took it and turned to him. He dismissed him with no emotion. “What kind of French food to eat, snowy weather, hot pot is the best!”

She said that of course, the first turn, regardless of his face, went straight into the house.

"Fang Chi Xia, you are not bad?" Behind him, he turned to the sound of Luo Yibei.

Fang Chi Xia did not pay attention, the kitchen door was closed, and the ingredients on the cooking table were taken out and treated in the same way.

The hot pot she really prepared, the red pass and the red, the most unlovable taste of Luo Yibei.

When a large pot of food came out, the expression on Luo Yibei’s face was a bit stiff.

Fang Chi Xia did not care about him, holding chopsticks to help himself pick up the meat.

Put it in your own bowl.

She seemed to eat very fragrant from start to finish, and deliberately made a slap in the face.

Luo Yibei swallowed her very much.

Fang Chi Xia did not see it, still eating his own.

"Don't like to eat? I will help you solve it!"

Luo Yibei’s face was dark and black.

Fang Chi Xia did not pay attention, with a small piece of meat, is preparing to send to the lips, Luo Yibei suddenly made a very unexpected action.

The body leaned in front of her, and her lips contained her.

"It's okay!" Raised his gaze, his eyes swept away from her face, and his lips suddenly hooked up in a sinister manner. "You eat the same food!"