Chapter 55

During the National Day holiday, Zhou Qingti made desserts in the morning, went home for lunch, and went out to play in the afternoon.

In the evening, Lu Yanzhi would drag me into an in-depth discussion for two hours.

During the last two days, Zhou Qingti deliberately dragged him to the gym in the afternoon so that he could expend his energy in the gym.

But the effect was minimal. Lu Yanzhi was still strong at night and even bought her a lot of underwear.

Zhou Qingti began to worry about his physical condition. Is this normal?

At noon on the last day of the National Day holiday, Lu Yanzhi took Zhou Qingti home for lunch as usual.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a flower path covered with rose petals. Zhou Qingti realized what was going to happen.

Lu Yanzhi took her to the living room, and she moved her legs mechanically.

English letters made of roses in the living room: Will you marry me.

Some balloons were scattered around, and Lu Yanzhi held a bouquet of roses in front of her.

He felt a little uncomfortable, worried that she wouldn't like it: "I learned these online myself. They said girls would like it this way."

Zhou Qingti was a little touched and surprised, so he was taking her seriously.

"Thank you, I like it very much." No matter how it was decorated, she saw his heart.

Most importantly, this scene took place at home, and she had seen many proposal videos online before.

No matter what happened in the mall or on the street, she felt embarrassed even through the screen.

Lu Yanzhi took out the velvet ring box from his pocket and knelt on one knee: "Although we are already married, I will give you all the necessary ceremonies. It's just that we went through the wrong order. Are you willing to accept my feelings?"

Zhou Qingti was about to cry: "Yes."

She could feel that she was loved by Lu Yanzhi.

She never seemed to worry that Lu Yanzhi would mess around outside. One hundred percent trust was proof of being loved.

She once thought she was too ordinary, but Lu Yanzhi told her that being loved did not require you to be different.

Lu Yanzhi took out a ring and put it on her. The diamond ring was very shiny, with a circle of small diamonds surrounding a main diamond, in the shape of a crown.

It was the perfect size, and bigger and shinier than the one they'd bought at the store.

"When did you order the ring?" She admired the ring carefully.

"Very early." It was decided when he was sure that Zhou Qingti was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

The diamond was purchased at that jewelry exhibition and designed by a famous jewelry designer.

The ring also has the initials of both people engraved on the inner ring.

Lu Yanzhi stood up and hugged her in his arms: "Thank you for marrying me."

After the proposal was successful, Lu Yanzhi called Mrs. Lu and said, "Grandma, Qingti and I want to hold our wedding during the Spring Festival this year."

The old lady slammed the table excitedly and said, "Great! Then let someone calculate the date."

Zhou Qingti also called Ms. Zhou to tell her about the wedding, and the whole family was so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

Weddings are of great significance to Chinese people, representing their recognition and blessings from society.

Old Mrs. Lu and Mother Zhou talked on the phone for a long time, discussing which date to choose and how to hold the wedding banquet.

One sentence from the two parties kept the elders of both families busy for two months.

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As night falls, romance slowly fades away.

Zhou Qingti raised the white flag of surrender to Lu Yanzhi: "You have to go to work tomorrow, take a rest tonight."

After a little thought, Lu Yanzhi agreed to her proposal and actually just held her in his arms to sleep.

Zhou Qingti leaned into his arms with peace of mind, smelling his fragrance.

"I'm having dinner with Lin Miao tomorrow night."

"Okay, I have something to do tomorrow too." Lu Yanzhi had a lot of things to deal with.

Zhou Qingti felt the vibrations in Lu Yanzhi's chest and asked him a question: "After so many days, are you getting tired of it?"

Lu Yanzhi stretched out his hand and pinched her waist: "No, if you don't believe me, try it. I'm afraid you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Zhou Qingti blushed, knowing that he was thinking the wrong thing.

She pinched his arm and said, "I mean, would you get tired of being together like this for 24 hours?"

Lu Yanzhi held her hand: "Twenty-four hours? You weren't here in the morning."

Zhou Qingti clicked her tongue, and Lu Yanzhi stopped joking and answered her question seriously.

"I'm not tired of it. I feel like no matter how long we're together, it's never enough." Lu Yanzhi patted her back gently: "Let's sleep."

Zhou Qingti persisted: "They say the dopamine rush of love only lasts three months. Maybe by then you'll get tired of it, start socializing outside every day, and move out."

Girls like to say silly things when they are in love. Lu Yanzhi smiled with some indulgence.

A gentle voice rang out in the darkness: "Research shows that a person will have intersections with 80,000 people in his life. Some people say that the probability of two people falling in love is only 5/1000. But when I met you, it's not 5/1000, it's 100%."

Right now I can only think of ways to make you happy, not a single reason to make you cry. You don't have to worry about me getting tired of you, but I'm worried about you getting tired of me."

Lu Yanzhi's affectionate and cheesy confession made Zhou Qingti feel a little shy. She buried her face in his chest, put her arms around his waist, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know how either."

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On the first working day after the long holiday, workers seemed to be particularly resentful.

The store's order volume increased significantly today, and even Lin Miao was brought to the office to order afternoon tea.

Life is bitter enough, let's have something sweet.

[I really want to stay in Xinjiang forever, it's so beautiful.] Lin Miao was not in the mood for work and sent Zhou Qingti many photos of the scenery she had taken in Xinjiang.

Zhou Qingti replied to her: [You have successfully recommended me to you.]

She also shared her joy with her friends, "I'm going to see Jay Chou's concert next month! !"

Lu Yanzhi just sent it to her, saying that he got the ticket, first row in the inner field.

Lin Miao was confused: [Where will my Lun open next month? How come I don’t know? ]

Toronto

Lin Miao: [Oh my god! I'm jealous]

Zhou Qingti: [Lucyn's mother happens to be in Toronto.]

Zhou Qingti went to apply for a passport without stopping in the afternoon and had it expedited.

Lu Yanzhi was responsible for buying the plane tickets, so the trip to Toronto was almost certain.

Zhou Qingti invited Lin Miao to eat her favorite barbecue, and Lin Miao never stopped talking.

He talked non-stop about what he had seen during the trip: "You know what, there were really surprises on the way to Tianshan. We ate the most delicious mutton in the world on the way.

I am not exaggerating. It is super super super delicious. It is delicious even if it is boiled in water. It has no smell of mutton at all.

You know me, I'm very particular about lamb. I wanted to buy one and send it back. But that family doesn't have a refrigerator, so I can't freeze it, and it will go bad if I send it back."

"Don't be jealous of me. I want to fly to Xinjiang tomorrow."

Lin Miao put down her chopsticks and said, "Go ahead, why not? It's so cool to be able to travel on a whim."

Zhou Qingti shook his head: "I can't go." Lu Yanzhi's birthday is coming soon.

"Lu Yanzhi and I are getting married at the end of the year. I'm telling you first, bridesmaid."

Lin Miao used tongs to flip the sizzling barbecue. "Are you guys going to have a wedding? Is this fake becoming real?"

Zhou Qingti felt his face turn red when he thought about the recent situation between the two of them.

"He proposed to me on National Day and wanted to be with me, but I think he and I are still in the dating stage."

Things were developing a bit too fast between the two of them, and she was worried that it was just a momentary impulse.