The way she told the secret with a cold expression seemed cute and interesting to Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang sat at the dining table and waited. After only a few minutes, Song Ci had seasoned the pasta and served it out.
As they were preparing to eat, Yan Jiang asked Song Ci again, "You said on the phone that you had something to tell me. What was it?"
"Eat first, and talk after you're done." If you say it now, the food will be wasted.
Yan Jiang's curiosity was piqued, and he ate a little faster. Song Fei took a few bites of pasta and two slices of beef, then put down her knife and fork and stood up. "I'm full, remember to wash the dishes."
"Yeah, okay."
Yan Jiang was also full. He threw away the leftovers, threw the dishes into the dishwasher, and buried his head in the cabinet to look for dishwashing powder when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Yan Jiang turned around and asked Song Fei, "A Fei, where is the dishwashing powder?" When he turned around completely and saw Song Fei after she changed her clothes, Yan Jiang was stunned on the spot.
Song Fei was actually wearing a skirt, and it was a sexy strapless suspender skirt!
Two extremely thin straps hung from those pale, slender shoulders, highlighting their collarbones. Sexiness isn't just about roundness and smoothness; for some, it's the charm that emanates from their bones and eyes.
When Song Fei looked at him with her eyes as cold as ice and snow, Yan Jiang felt his scalp tingling and his soul pierced.
Yan Jiang didn't expect that Song Fei had such a side to her.
He stared at Song Fei in her dress and the rose in her arms with a surprised expression, and became more and more suspicious in his heart.
What exactly does Song Fei want to do?
Song Fei walked in front of Yan Jiang wearing flat woolen slippers.
She handed the large bouquet of roses to Yan Jiang, who lowered his eyes to look at the roses, his breath almost suffocating. "Is this for me?" Yan Jiang's tone was so gentle that it was hard to resist.
Song Fei nodded lazily. "For you."
Yan Jiang was very pleased and was about to take the rose when he heard Song Fei say, "There's a surprise hidden inside. Accepting the rose is also accepting the surprise. Once anything is given away, it cannot be taken back. Think about it carefully."
The 'surprise' that Song Fei mentioned was usually a shock. Hearing this, Yan Jiang quickly withdrew his hand.
Yan Jiang wanted the roses very much, but he was also worried that they might contain poisonous snakes, itching powder, or other strange things. Yan Jiang rubbed the back of his hand nervously and asked Song Fei in a negotiating tone, "Can you tell me what the surprise you are talking about is?"
Song Fei's tone was cool and calm: "No."
Yan Jiang looked embarrassed.
"Don't you want it?" Song Fei took the flowers in her arms and turned to walk out the door. As she turned around, she said, "Forget it if you don't want it. It's worthless anyway."
"I want it!" Yan Jiang quickly came over, snatched the rose from her arms, and walked towards the coffee table with the rose in his arms.
This was the first time Ah Fei had given him flowers, and they were red roses that represented love. Even if Yan Jiang was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, he would still keep these flowers. He had already thought about it. When these flowers were about to wither, he would make them into dried flowers in advance and store them for as long as possible.
Yan Jiang sat on the carpet, staring at the rose, unable to guess what terrible thing was hidden inside. "The surprise you're talking about shouldn't be something that will make my skin poisonous and itchy as soon as it touches my skin, right?" After being tricked by Song Fei once, Yan Jiang had a psychological trauma.
Song Fei shrugged, "Who knows."
Yan Jiang hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to the rose. At this time, Song Fei suddenly said, "Don't be afraid. Even if you are poisoned, I have an antidote here."
Yan Jiang: “…”
Yan Jiang, who had been ready to die, suddenly became timid.
But no matter what surprise Song Fei prepared, Yan Jiang still wanted to see it.
He began to tell Song Fei his last words: "My bank card passwords are all the same, which are the last three digits of your birthday plus 111. All the properties under my name are in your name. After I die, you will get all my inheritance."
Song Fei kicked him directly on the butt, "If you want to watch it, then watch it. If you don't want to watch it, I'll throw it away. Stop dithering!"
Yan Jiang was kicked and finally behaved himself.
He hardened his heart and reached out to the roses, nervously looking for a 'surprise'. With a vigilant attitude, he opened each rose, and then he saw a velvet box.
At this time, Yan Jiang had not yet realized what would happen next.
He was also convinced that Song Fei had put something disgusting like scorpion eggs in the box. He picked up the box and shook it, but heard no sound. He said, "Could it be crickets?"
After saying that, he narrowed his eyes warily and opened the box.
When Yan Jiang saw the men's ring standing quietly in the box, all the emotions in his eyes turned into shock.
Beside him, Song Fei leaned against the sofa with her arms folded and said, "The cricket in your hand is worth 68,000 yuan."
Yan Jiang stared at Cricket, his throat burning and his mind a little dazed. "This is..." Yan Jiang picked up the ring and looked up at Song Fei and asked, "A Fei, are you proposing to me?"
Song Fei grabbed her short hair, feeling a little embarrassed. She asked Yan Jiang, "Do you want to kneel down again?" Tsk, it was my first time proposing, I'm not very experienced. Song Fei snatched the ring from Yan Jiang's hand and knelt on one knee in front of him.
Yan Jiang's face was filled with shock.
Song Fei raised the ring and began to propose——
"I've been protecting you since I was eight years old."
When she was eight, Yan Jiang was twelve, about to graduate from elementary school. That year, his father and mother abandoned him, leaving him to live with his grandmother like an orphan. That year, Yan Jiang began to be bullied and abused at school. Who could blame him for having such a perverted father?
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