Soft, like a little lamb shivering in the snow. Her bright red lips opened and closed, and the sound of the words she spoke was broken and unsightly.
"Huh? Don't be nervous, speak slowly."
The big hand patted her head lightly, strangely soothing her restless heart.
Song Yaoyao let out a breath, took two steps back slowly, and spread her palms.
On the white and tender palm, there was a dark blue velvet box. The surface was already wet with sweat, which showed her nervousness.
"Brother," Song Yaoyao didn't dare to look into Huo Yunque's eyes, as soon as she saw his eyes, Song Yaoyao's mind would go blank, and she would completely forget what she was going to say and what to do next.
"Actually, I have prepared another gift for you today."
The girl's voice was soft and waxy, slightly nasal.
Delicate and soft, especially sweet and well-behaved.
Huo Yunque's brows moved slightly, as if he felt something.
He saw the little girl in front of him suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of him, and took out a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere.
The flower is a delicate red rose, shaped like a rose, but more majestic and delicate than a rose.
Huo Yunque was stunned, this rose looked familiar to him—
The loose overcoat was on the little girl, like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes, and her movements were a little clumsy.
She opened the box with difficulty, and what was inside unexpectedly was a pair of plain rings.
Silver platinum texture, a simple pair.
She knelt on the ground on one knee, making her look even smaller and cute.
Eyelashes flickered fiercely, as if with desperate courage, he held up the big bouquet of flowers and asked, "Brother! Will you marry me!"
"puff-"
Tang Xinrou was dumbfounded, and hurriedly reminded in a low voice, "Honey, it's not marriage, it's marriage! Marry!"
Song Yaoyao, who was overly nervous, panicked even more, and her little face was blushing.
She changed her words embarrassingly, "Oh yes, brother, are you willing, willing to marry me?"
"Cough..."
Huo Yunque smiled and couldn't help laughing. He bent down, and under the tense mood of the little girl, he reached out and stroked her little face.
I took the bunch of rose flowers without any hassle.
A man in a suit and leather shoes holds a large bouquet of roses in his hand.
The extreme red and black, coupled with his clear and attractive appearance, looks more and more like a character who has stepped out of a painting. The sky was full of snow, and the man's clear voice was tainted with a smile, more bewitching than wine.
"I would."
"Whether it's marriage or marriage."
The little girl's eyes lit up in an instant, and she was pulled up from the ground by the man, and the cold ring was slowly put on her slender ring finger.
Another ring appeared in the man's hand.
Seeing that he wanted to wear it herself, Song Yaoyao hurriedly stopped her, "Brother! Let me do it, I will do it!"
She snatched the ring away in a hurry, and put the ring on the ring finger of the man's left hand seriously, with piety and expectation.
A pair of rings that couldn't be more simple, but it seems to have created an invisible bond, binding the two of them firmly together.
Standing under the stage, Xia Rao couldn't help sighing, "I'm so sour. I used to think that my second brother is a monk who is ascetic and unfeminine in this life. So it's not that he doesn't know how to do it, but that he didn't meet him before and made him want to respond." people."
Look at what he said, isn't that called
It's so good!
"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"
What do you mean, whether it is to marry or marry, I am willing!
My mother! This is not dog abuse, but a large-scale dog slaughter scene!