281 Marriage Proposal
Chu Huan was stunned slightly, only to feel that Xiao Moye really had said the kind of life she longed for in her heart. It was ordinary, ordinary, but also very warm.
"How do you know that I would like this kind of life?" After all, she had never said this to him.
"It's a feeling." Because he loves her deeply, he will pay attention to her every move, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
Well, he felt quite accurate, "Maybe my parents are like this, so I also hope that life will be like this in the future." Chu Huan stuck out his tongue, and took out a crabmeat/stick from the pot. Put it in a bowl, while blowing a cold, while saying, "Do you think this life is too boring?"
"No." His voice came into her ears softly, "Huan, if I said, I am willing to give you this kind of life, would you marry me?"
"Yes!" She continued to breathe coldly at her crab meat/stick.
"Then, say yes, marry me! I will choose the ring tomorrow."
Click!
The chopsticks in Chu Huan's hand fell on the table, his mouth half-opened, and he stared at the handsome face in front of him in a daze. What was he talking about? Choose a ring? !
"Are you... Proposing?" she asked dryly, joking or real
He stared at her and nodded slightly, "Yes, I am proposing." His eyes, his tone, and his expression are all extremely serious at the moment, making people feel that he is serious, absolutely It's not a joke.
"But... But..." Chu Huan was a little at a loss. This was completely beyond her expectation. When she was eating hot pot, she was asked to marry him? !
"But what?" He leaned forward and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. "Or, you love me, but you don't want to marry me enough?" His eyes were a little bit dark. It became deeper, but the voice became softer and softer.
She shook her head. She loved him and naturally thought about getting married, but... never thought it would be so fast, so suddenly. In her imagination, she always talked about one or two years of love before getting married. It was relatively smooth, but they have never realized the present, but it has been more than half a year.
Too... Too fast, I, I am not mentally prepared yet. She murmured.
"Quick?" His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids drooped slightly, covering the light in his eyes. Maybe, for her, it's really fast, but... He chuckled lightly, picked up the hair on her cheeks with his fingers, and gently moved it behind her ears, "Huan, for me, It's already too slow, too slow..." So slow he can't wait more and more.
She stared at him blankly, "But... But I haven't met your parents yet, what if they don't like me?" She asked again, which was what she was worried about.
"Don't worry, they won't dislike you. What's more, haven't you already seen Grandpa? Have you ever seen Grandpa dislike you?"
That's not it! Chu Huan felt that although Old General Xiao was serious and serious, he was still good to her. He was not too intimate, but did not interfere and oppose her like the wealthy parents in her imagination. Instead, he asked Xiao Moye to treat her. After being introduced to a group of big leaders, Chu Huan was really flattered.
"Are you sure they won't object?" she asked worriedly.
"I'm sure, because-you are the woman I chose." He chose it, and he wanted to spend his whole life to love. As early as three years ago, his family understood her existence to him. Meaning.
Chu Huan blinked, looking at Xiao Moye dumbfoundedly. Only such a simple sentence, but it seems to be enough to explain everything.
In the ear, I heard his voice again, "Have you ever thought about marrying me?"
She nodded honestly, this, she naturally thought about it.
"Do you love me?" His lips closed together again.
She nodded again, there was no doubt that she loved him.
The palm of his hand was pressed against her cheek, and the soft skin clearly felt the temperature of the palm of his hand. The next moment, her whole body was suddenly hugged by him again.
"Mo Ye?" She was puzzled, but saw that he carried her to a clearing in the living room, and then put her down.
With her feet on the ground, she looked up at him, waiting for him to explain.
The next moment, he saw that he was already short, kneeling on one knee in front of her.
Her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and her eyes were shocked. His posture is like the proposal posture that most men on TV shows will show.
But... TV series are TV series after all, not reality. In reality, how many men would do this
When proposing marriage, kneel in front of the woman.
The hand, held by him, his face rubbed the back of her hand lightly, his chin lifted slightly, and his eyes fixedly looked at her, "Huan, in my life, I have never loved a woman so deeply. When I fell in love, I realized that the feeling of wanting someone can be so strong. I really want to want you very much. I want you to belong to me rightfully, and I want you to brand my marks so that everyone knows. , You are mine." He said, his eyes dark as stars, with a deepness.
And this kind of deepness is called-deep love.
"I will use my life to love you and spoil you, so, marry me, Huan..." His voice was like a kind of extreme sex and a deep plea. And the desire in his eyes is so deep and so strong.
As if... She is everything to him!
She was lucky to meet such a man. Heartbeat, from fast to slow, and from slow to fast. She wants to respond to him, wants to satisfy his desire.
Nodding seriously, Chu Huan smiled and said sweetly, "Okay, I'll marry you!"
Marry him and get happiness, because she loves him so much too!
Fang Ting'er was startled when she knew that Chu Huan had agreed to Xiao Moye’s marriage proposal. Of course, she couldn’t talk about how shocked it was. After all, Xiao Moye’s love for her friends, even if she didn’t propose marriage now, she would live a long time. , I will still ask for it.
Compared with this, Fang Ting'er was thinking more about his own game design draft. Days are getting closer and closer, but she revised the design drafts. Not only was she dissatisfied, but even the chief designer in charge of their design department read it and said bluntly that such a design, participating in the competition, is simply There is no hope of winning.