The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby-Chapter 11

Her uneasiness was unmistakable to Luo Yibei who laid his eyes on her two little hands that tugged and tugged at his bathrobe, almost tearing it off.

The one who bravely attacked him last night now knows how to be afraid?

The chaos in the room continued. Similar to when a giant superstar was on stage, it was annoyingly noisy.

Luo Yibei really dislikes this kind of noisy environment. If it was in a normal circumstance, turning his sharp eyes through the group of people followed with “Shut the hell up!” would solve the problem.

However, today, nobody knew what he was thinking. Confronted with many cameras on, surprisingly, he didn’t get angry.

His eyes passed through the crowd, and in the midst of the shocked gaze of the crowd, he just asked in understatement, “What are you talking about?”

He then leaned over and his cold lips kissed the woman’s forehead in his arms.

This very slight move made the cameras in the hands of everyone go even crazier.

Fang Chixia stiffened, what was he doing?

She really wanted to lift her head up, but with so many cameras aimed at them, she kept her head lowly hung down.

– The crowd seemed blown away by Luo Yibei, the scene flared with excitement instantaneously.

“Master Luo, are you admitting your relationship with Miss Ji Ai?”

“Since both of you are present today, say a few more words!”

“Miss Ji, can you lift your head?”

The reporters blabbed a lot and their questions were thrown one after another.

After getting no response for a long time, it wasn’t known who exclaimed in the crowd. “Hey, this lady’s height doesn’t seem like Ji Ai’s!”

The few words brought the reporters back to life and for the first time, seriously scrutinized Fang Chixia.

“Master Luo, this is…”

Wanting to ask more, Luo Yibei’s purpose has been achieved. A sneak of sarcasm curved his lips. A change from his previous sloppy look together with his cold, cold eyes hurtled through the group of people, he said, “Get out!”

Not high, not low, the voice was clear and faint, but it carried a coldness that can chill one to the marrow.

The swift change in his demeanor was an eye-opener.

The reporters who were highly enthusiastic and psyched up to ask more questions before, with his roar, shivered and looked at each other not knowing what to do.

It was rare to have such a hot scoop. Who doesn’t want to earn a headline?

But at the sight of Luo Yibei’s frozen face, no one had the courage to stay and the swarm of bees scattered at last.

All around, it was quiet again.

Fang Chixia’s face slowly raised, looked around then breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Yibei squinted at the hands still tugging at his bathrobe and looked at the bathrobe she pulled down all over herself. His cold eyes closed then with a blank expression spat out, “What? Didn’t have a blast last night? Do you want to do it again?”

Fang Chixia was startled. She looked at the clothes she half shed and could almost use “Male temptation” to describe him. Her hands equivalent to touching germs were flung back in disgust.

“Your skills are terrible!” she said, turning her back.

Luo Yibei’s brows picked up and his lips rose in ridicule, “Really? Why didn’t I see that on your face last night?”

After a pause, he added, “Right, you even held me last night and refused to let go.”

The buoyant words fluttered leisurely to Fang Chixia’s ears and her whole person felt completely foolish.