Qingchuan asked casually, with a little fluke, maybe her mother would change her mind temporarily
However, the facts have completely killed her heart.
What she got in exchange was only a bunch of ears that almost heard the cocoon.
"Of course. You won't want to go back at this time, right? Qingchuan, think about it, since your father passed away, there is only one extraordinary person who is helping us take care of the antique shop. How many years have it been, how many people think Pick him up from us. But what about him? For you, I'd rather stay in this small place. I didn't get the money or the name."
"Looking for a husband is to find someone who is kind, has a good heart, and can live a life. Extraordinary, this child is clever, capable and filial. Such a man is hard to find with a lantern!"
Yes yes yes, all of them.
Lin Feifan is so kind to their family.
Lin Feifan is so good that even if he spends a few days and nights, he can't tell the tip of the iceberg in detail.
But... Engagement requires love, right? Love is about feeling, right
Qingchuan stood at the door of the antique shop, staring blankly at the guests in front of him, and at Lin Feifan in a fitted suit not far away.
He behaves elegantly and talks warmly.
Just like those guests said, he was young and promising, and he took care of their Luo family's antique shop.
Some people are like this, everything is good and flawless, so that Qingchuan always feels that he is a god, a god above.
Who would like a god? Who will? !
"Qingchuan, Aunt Luo, you are here." As always, Lin Feifan greeted him with a smile on his face.
Qingchuan recovered his senses, curled his lips at him, and smiled weakly.
It's her mother, piled up with polite, "I'm so sorry, it's extraordinary, there are too many cars on the road today, we are late."
"It doesn't matter, anyway, the guests haven't arrived yet."
Look, he's like this, he won't be angry no matter what, as if he has no temper at all.
They are not people of the same world at all, are they
With this kind of thinking, Qingchuan couldn't help taking off the MP3 earphones stuck in her ears, and asked again without giving up, "Lin Feifan, you...really want to marry me?"