"Okay, I'll just smile for you." Jimo Yi replied without even thinking. It seemed like he had said the same thing a long time ago.
Looking for a satisfied nod, this is what a husband should be like, (*^__^*) hehe...
The atmosphere between the two was warm and sweet, and the people outside the door were relieved. Just wake up, just wake up.
Mu Ziai held Nangong Yan's hand, feeling a little shy. She originally wanted to come and see the little princess by herself.
After all, she had helped him before and he had a good feeling about her. As soon as he mentioned this plan, Nangong dragged him to come with them.
Then, seeing them holding hands, Beichen and the other man looked at each other with mocking eyes, and even she, who was a thick-skinned person, felt a little embarrassed.
"Looks like they're getting married soon, what about you two?"
Dongfang Lian asked directly and carelessly, completely unaware of what modesty was.
Beichenxi turned her head away and smiled secretly. Nangong hadn't even figured out what his feelings towards Muzi were like yet, so it was absolutely unrealistic to expect him to get married.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Nangong Yan asked in confusion: "What kind of marriage? Who is getting married to whom?"
"Beichen, are you getting married? How come I don't know? Who is your partner? Tell me quickly."
Beichen Xi, who was about to get married, looked away again speechlessly. He said that Nangong was unreliable. Isn't this stupid?
"I was clearly asking you." Dongfang Lian was unhappy. Was Nangong pretending to be ignorant even though he knew the truth?
Nangong Yan was completely confused now. "Me? When am I going to get married, and who am I going to marry?"
He doesn't even have a girlfriend, how can he get married? It's nonsense.
"Oh my god, Nangong, you're planning to abandon me. Please let go of the girl's hand first."
Dongfang Lian looked at him with a look of hopelessness and an unfaithful attitude, and he immediately exploded when he saw Nangong Yan.
But then he realized what hand? He looked down and saw that he was still holding Mu Ziai's hand. Yeah, when did he start holding Mu Ziai's hand?
I pinched it and it felt pretty good, so I kept holding it.
Mu Ziai's face was red as if blood could drip out. Ahhhhh, what is Nangong doing? Is he teasing her?
She is definitely not someone who is tempted by beauty. Didn’t this guy say he didn’t want to marry her? Why did he still hold her hand? I definitely give him a bad review.
She broke free from Nangong Yan's hand and left angrily. She never wanted to care about Nangong, this idiot and bad guy, anymore.
Nangong Yan, who was empty-handed, was even more confused. He asked stupidly, "What happened to her?"
Dongfang Lian now had a black question mark face.jpg, "You pissed her off and asked her what happened. No wonder you still haven't gotten her."
"You're still called the romantic prince, but suddenly I feel you're so short."
He really couldn't help but want to complain, so please forgive her and let her continue to complain.
"Hey Nangong, what do you think? Mu Ziai is a pretty good girl."
"If you don't like me, don't keep me hanging. Don't you see how many young girls you have harmed in the past?"
This guy is really something. Just because he finds those crazy girls annoying, he finds the most crazy girl to be his girlfriend, and then lets them kill each other while he watches the show.
Each deadline is one week, and there has never been an exception. This is why he has the reputation of being a romantic prince.
Nangong Yan wanted to refute and say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.
He fell silent, his mind a little confused. It seemed that he had unknowingly gotten used to having that girl around.
If one day I really don’t see her complaining in front of me, I would feel a little unhappy.
Beichen Xi dragged Dongfang Lian away, leaving space for Nangong Yan to think it through on his own.
Jimo Yi and Xunmi watched the whole scene in the room. They looked at each other tacitly, their eyes full of affection for each other.
"Xunxun, let's get married." Jimo Yi held Xunmi's hand, crossed their fingers and tightly entwined them.
Xunmi tilted her head and seemed to be complaining, but in fact, there was a bright smile and excitement in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
"Brother Yi, you actually stole my words. It was obviously you who wanted to propose to me first."
If she hadn't been worried that the wounds on her body would split open and take a long time to heal, she would have thrown herself into her dear husband's arms and rolled around coquettishly.
Jimo Yi combed his long hair, and the softened lines on his face were warmer than the sunlight outside the window.
"We don't differentiate between you and me. No matter who says it, it doesn't matter. What matters is that we are still together, can be together, and will be together every day and every moment in the future."
Jimo Yi, who had activated his love talk skills, made Xunmi's heart feel numb with just one sentence.
She thought that her husband was right, they could be together and would be together forever, which was very good.
There is nothing in the world more touching than two people in love growing up together from their youth to old age.
"I'm really looking forward to the wedding that Brother Yi is giving me." She leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek, her eyes curved with a smile.
From that day on, Jimo Yi began to exploit Nangong and his men, and the Jimo and Xiao families were fully mobilized.
A month later, Xunmi was finally declared to be discharged from the hospital in good health, and she was so happy.
God knows, she's been in the hospital so much that she's almost moldy. You can't do this, you have to be careful about that. Oh, I feel like I'm about to become a disabled person_(:зゝ∠)_
Holding his parents' hands, he walked out of the hospital gate and breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, Brother Yi was supposed to pick her up from the hospital, but he was suddenly notified that he had something to do and said he would come to see her in the evening.
"Hey, Mom and Dad, this isn't the way home, where are we going?"
Xunmi looked at the scenery on the roadside and was a little confused. Could it be that they were going to eat?
Xiao's parents just said that you would know when you get there, and then the car slowly stopped at the central square, which happened to be opposite the Huanying Noble Academy.
This made Xunxue even more confused. There were basically only luxury goods here, but very little food.
So what are we doing here?
"Xunxun, go quickly, someone is waiting for you." Xiao's mother pushed her daughter's shoulders and asked her to go to the square.
Completely confused, Xunmi walked step by step onto the square. There were not many people around, and as soon as she appeared, the people in front of her automatically made way.
Jimo Yi, dressed in a white suit, walked towards her, the blue gem brooch on his chest sparkling in the sun.
Holding the most beautiful red tulips in her hands, she knew that the red tulips meant the most passionate love.
Jimo Yi walked up to Xunmi and knelt on one knee, presenting the flowers in his hands to the most important person in his life.
"Xunxun, let's get married." The same words as in the ward, but with a different touch.
Then a rumbling sound was heard in the air, and countless jasmine petals fell down.
Sprinkled on the two of them and spread around them, the elegant fragrance makes people intoxicated without even drinking.
She took the bouquet and reached out her hand proudly, "Where's the ring?"
Jimo Yi lovingly took out a brocade box from his bag, opened it and found a pair of rings custom-made by IDO, the only one of its kind in the world.
Put the women's version on her and hand the men's version to her.
Xunmi bent down to put the ring on her husband's finger, and the sunlight dyed her eyebrows with golden brilliance.
Under the rain of flower petals, the scene of a pair of lovers, one kneeling and the other standing, was permanently recorded by the camera that had been prepared nearby.
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