Meng Mingxuan was stunned for a moment.
"Do you...care a lot?" she asked hesitantly.
I care about it to death.
Yan Mojiu stroked the inside of her wrist and said politely, "A little bit."
Meng Mingxuan didn't know what answer she was thinking of, but she changed the question in a mysterious way: "If you tie a tie for someone else, would you be jealous?"
I'm so jealous.
"A little bit." Yan Mojiu's tone deepened.
Meng Mingxuan heard it.
Small fireworks bloomed at the bottom of the sky.
She hooked her arm around his neck and coaxed him in a soft voice, "I've never tied a tie for anyone else, never kissed anyone else, never slept in the same bed with anyone else, and never coaxed anyone else."
Apart from a platonic love under a gentle deception, and a cold and violent marriage in name only, she and Yin Ting had nothing.
These most precious first experiences between lovers were only had with her and him.
Yan Mojiu pursed his thin lips.
What about holding hands and hugging?
How did you miss it?
It seems that I am becoming more and more greedy.
Yan Mojiu didn't ask such a self-deprecating question. He reached out and hugged Meng Mingxuan tightly: "You should be glad that you wear lipstick."
Meng Mingxuan rested her chin on his shoulder, her body shaking as she laughed muffledly.
"Let's reapply it."
“…”
She shouldn't laugh.
After a long time, Meng Mingxuan returned to the dressing table to touch up her makeup.
No need to reapply blush.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Meng Mingxuan wanted to laugh.
Yan Mojiu sat on the sofa waiting for her. Seeing her coming over with a red face, he glanced at her and said, "I thought Mingxuan would take a bath."
“…”
Meng Mingxuan didn't intend to continue his topic and pulled him before leaving.
Yan Mojiu followed her path and stood up, hugging her waist, "Can you at least change the inner one?"
“…”
Meng Mingxuan finally couldn't help but glare at him, "No need!"
Yan Mojiu laughed.
Meng Mingxuan's slight annoyance quickly dissipated under his overly handsome smile.
The two of them quarreled for a while before going downstairs. When they got in the car, they had returned to being the aloof Mr. Jiu and the dignified Miss Wu.
"It was a day when Master Jiu and Miss Ji were so sweet to me."
When Xu Li closed the back door of the car, he flattered the emperor.
"Add 10% to the year-end bonus."
"Thank you, Lord!"
Meng Mingxuan suddenly thought of what Lu Jingqian said about Xu Li, and immediately laughed so hard that she fell on Yan Mojiu's shoulder.
"What's so funny? Listen to it too."
"Miss You must be thinking about what Miss Lu said." Xu Li was afraid that Meng Mingxuan would be embarrassed to say it in front of him, so he took the initiative to explain, "Miss Lu said that you became Mr. Jiu's confidant by flattering him."
Yan Mojiu was silent for a moment, "You are indeed ..."
“…”
Xu Li's smile froze on his face.
Meng Mingxuan laughed again. Yan Mojiu rubbed her head and told her to just laugh.
The car drove quickly to the seaside.
Meng Mingxuan was in a very good mood. She was not really interested in the beach party, but when she thought about Yan Mojiu saying that he would give her an answer later, she could wait patiently to open the blind box.
After the party, she would get his answer.
He kissed her many times today.
The answer should be what she wants.
As Meng Mingxuan got out of the car and was led by Yan Mojiu's hand towards the party venue, she felt a little strange.
The party venue was a little too romantic.
Pink love balloons were everywhere, just like a proposal scene.
She glanced sideways at the cold-looking man beside her.
You shouldn't like him.
"Hello, Brother Nine, Hello, Sister-in-law."
"Hello, Brother Nine, Hello, Sister-in-law."
When everyone saw the protagonist coming, they all gathered around to greet him.
The enthusiasm made the smile on Meng Mingxuan's face freeze.
"Who did it?"
Yan Mojiu looked around and said in a low voice.
"놖놖놖." Nie Ziyang walked out with a playful smile and raised his hand, "Nineth Brother, while there are so many people here, 놖 just proposed to Jing Qian."
Yan Mojiu glanced at him and said, "It must be hard to be rejected, right?"
“…”
Everyone burst into laughter and looked at Nie Ziyang with teasing eyes.
Meng Mingxuan was relieved, but also a little disappointed, because Nie Ziyang proposed to Lu Jingqian.
She said it was impossible to be with Yan Mojiu.
Meng Mingxuan stood on the beach, holding Yan Mojiu's arm, and did not look up at the night sky.
She didn't know that there were two flying drones filming in the night sky above her head.
She and Yan Mojiu were surrounded by the crowd, with Nie Ziyang and Lu Jingqian standing on each side, forming a straight line for the four of them.
If she looked more carefully, she would also see that there was a small sand pit under each person's feet, as if the position had been reserved in advance.
Taken from a drone, it's a love shape with Cupid's arrow.
But darkness is the best cover.
Meng Mingxuan knew nothing about this.
"Flowers, diamond rings, kneeling, you just followed the textbook step by step. Ninth brother, where do you think you failed?" Nie Ziyang looked helpless.
"Want to know?" Yan Mojiu raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, yeah!" Nie Ziyang was eager to learn.
"놖 I'll show you the correct one."
Yan Mojiu said lightly, then gently took Meng Mingxuan's hand out of his arm, took a step back, and half squatted down.
He lowered his right knee slightly and tapped it on the sand, making it look like he was kneeling, but not really kneeling.
He took out a pure gold ring box from his sleeve. Inside the box was a rose carved from a ruby.
It's so luxurious.
After the box was opened, a beautiful but not high-profile pigeon egg diamond ring was taken out by slender fingers.
"Meng Mingxuan, marry 놖, okay?"
When Yan Mojiu took out the ring box, Meng Mingxuan's back had already stiffened.
My mind is full of questions like "Is he acting or not?"
But when she asked him for the answer, he kept saying that he would wait until later...
Meng Mingxuan's mind felt like it was a twist, and she couldn't get over it.
But she knew that her dance had quickened. Regardless of whether it was an act or not, he had said this in front of so many people.
"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"
The crowd started to make a noise.
“…”
It’s so noisy.
Meng Mingxuan struggled to say one word in the gap between the crowd's boos, "Okay."
Afraid that Yan Mojiu couldn't hear her, she nodded.
Yan Mojiu gently curled his thin lips, pulled her hand over, and put the ring on her finger.
It seemed like it was tailor-made for her, neither loose nor tight, just right.
Meng Mingxuan gently pulled him and said, "Get up."
"Okay." Yan Mojiu pretended to be pulled up by her.
“…”
"Isn't this a kiss? I'm going to feed you to death with dog food! Tonight!" Nie Ziyang said sourly.
Yan Mojiu hugged Meng Mingxuan in his arms and said, "See what your future wife thinks."
Meng Mingxuan's face was dyed red, as if it was about to bleed.
The knot in her head was still tangled. This was the answer he gave her.
"Girls are thin-skinned, unlike men whose skin is thick enough to build a wall." Lu Jingqian sneered.
Nie Ziyang: “…”
Why did he have the illusion that he was being assassinated?
Maybe it's not an illusion.
She was scolding him.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
