"Mr. Fu, did you ask someone to prepare these? I like them so much." She turned around and looked at Fu Chuanlin with her beautiful eyes blinking, with a different color in her eyes than usual.
Fu Chuanlin felt warmed in his heart when he saw this.
"Yes, I asked someone to prepare it specially." He pursed his lips and responded.
As he spoke, he suddenly pointed to the road ahead and said, "Keep going forward, there are...something else."
He left his words half-finished.
As they continued walking forward, Chen Yao soon discovered the surprise he had deliberately kept.
The sea of flowers in the inner area was specially arranged into the shape of a heart, layer upon layer, piece after piece...
Fu Chuanlin bent down, picked up a large bouquet of flowers that had been quietly placed there, and a pink diamond necklace he specially designed that was open among the flowers, and slowly walked in front of Chen Yao.
"Chen Yao, I like you and want to be with you. I wonder if you are willing to give it a try with me."
As he said that, he handed her the flowers and necklace in his hand respectively.
Just as Chen Yao was about to respond to him, the sound of fireworks bursting into the sky suddenly rang out not far away.
She was stunned and subconsciously looked over there.
At this moment, Fu Chuanlin's deep and magnetic voice came over: "After this fireworks display is over, can you tell me your answer?"
Chen Yao's eyes flickered and she nodded.
Soon, more and more fireworks began to rise one after another, and then bloomed brilliantly in the air.
All around, there was the sound of fireworks popping, just like Fu Chuanlin's violently beating heartbeat.
He stared at the blooming fireworks, feeling extremely confused.
But when he had only set off half of the prepared fireworks, Fu Chuanlin suddenly felt his hands were empty.
Chen Yao smiled and took the flowers and necklace in his hand into her arms, and mouthed to him: "I do."
At this moment, Fu Chuanlin's heart was beating like a drum.
The noise of the fireworks was so loud that although he couldn't hear her voice, he understood what she meant.
So, she...
Fu Chuanlin clenched his hands, and the irresistible urge to kiss her suddenly surged up again.
The look between the two is worth a thousand words.
Fu Chuanlin's gaze towards Chen Yao became increasingly scorching.
When the heat and ambiguous atmosphere reached a certain critical point, he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
As their hot breaths intertwined, the bouquet in Chen Yao's hand gradually slipped to the ground. Her hand then tightly clung to Fu Chuanlin's neck, sinking into it with him.
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