Chapter 2091: My like, many years like a day

Luo Yibei hooked his lips and smiled very heartily.
There is no suppressed voice, and in the scene where people are not too many, it seems to be magnified several times, and it can be heard all the time.
Cold praying cold appeared at the dinner party very early tonight, and he has been accompanying the cold father after his appearance.
Passing through the banquet hall, the familiar voice, let him stop, and turned his head, his eyes looked at it quietly.
He just took a look at Luo Yibei, his eyes turned to Fang Chi Xia next to him.
Tonight's Fang Chi Xia wore a very low-key black dress, probably not wanting to be too eye-catching after coming to the scene, the color is carefully selected, deliberately chosen unobtrusive black, and even no style.
Very simple style, just a small dress with a satin fabric, that's all.
However, because the skin color is too good, black is just right to set off the skin like snow.
Cold and cold eyes stayed on her for a few seconds, drunk the wine in his hand, and turned to continue to receive guests.
The banquet of the cold family is attended by celebrities from all walks of life in C city.
It is also true tonight.
Luojia is a century-old family in C City. The network is built from the first generation of Luoyi. It is here to Luoyibei, wherever you go to the C city, there is almost no understanding.
In such an occasion, as long as Luo Yibei appeared, he could not cope with a large number of people.
Even if you don't talk deeply, a simple greeting can't be avoided.
Luo Yibei's forefoot just stepped into the banquet scene, and was immediately called by a few young men. "Hey, Master Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. The cooperation project I talked about last time just happened to exchange more tonight?"
"I will go when I go!" Luo Yi looked at the side of the side of the side of the pool and looked at her, and she confessed with a sentence, with a smile.
"Remember what I just got!" Fang Chixia reminded him when he was about to go.
At the foot of Luo Yibei, the steps were taken, and he turned his head. His eyes glanced at her deeply and tapped his head. "Good."
His smile is very shallow, very shallow and flowing.
The light and shadow mottled banquet hall is like a blooming flower in an instant.
Fang Chixia stood a few meters away, staring at him like this quietly, and he smiled at him with his lips.
"When I go back, I am waiting for you at the side entrance of the garden!" Reminded, she turned to greet the cold-hearted father, looking for a place to sit down, eyes cold and cold and cold hit again.
Cold and cold is in the entertainment, surrounded by a large number of guests.
Seeing Fang Chi Xia here, his eyes are stagnation.
As she looked at her, he continued to talk to the guests. "Mr. Li, where have you just said?"
"Cold Master, I just said that I am a father. These years have been developing abroad, rarely come back, for so many years, the father did not know how to change?"
"The men of the cold family are long-lasting people. They like to have the same thing. No matter people or things, they will not change easily. Grandpa is also true. All the preferences, from young to present, have never changed." Pray for a calm answer.
He said a lot of words. When he said this, his eyes did not move away from Fang Chixia. Looking at her eyes, he seemed to be a little deeper.
Fang Chi Xia is not far from him, and he can clearly hear the conversations of several people here.
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