Zhao Jiaojiao thought that Zhao Lingling was going back to the team, so she came to talk to her and didn't think much about it.
"Okay, let Brother Ling make you something delicious. His cooking skills are getting better and better."
Zhao Jiaojiao highly recognized Ling Yunrui's cooking skills.
"Sister, Brother Ling's cooking skills are so good, why hasn't he thought about opening a private restaurant? There are so many private restaurants in Kyoto now. The professor took me there last time, but it was too expensive and not as delicious as Brother Ling's."
Zhao Jiaojiao poked Zhao Lingling and said, "You can't let the professor buy you expensive things, but you can't refuse the things he buys."
"Sister, what do you mean? I don't understand."
"Figure it out for yourself."
How does she figure it out?
"I can take what he gives me, but I can't take what I want?"
Is this what you mean?
"Does Mr. Hu know about you and the professor?"
Mr. Hu is also a professor at the School of Medicine of National Tsing Hua University. Not only does he have to teach, but he also has to go to the hospital occasionally.
"Know."
Zhao Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes slightly, "Just hiding it from me?"
Zhao Lingling immediately took Zhao Jiaojiao's arm and begged for mercy, "Sister, I was really afraid that you wouldn't agree and let me break up. Mr. Hu knew about it because he was at his house that day and I happened to come to his house and ran into him."
Mr. Hu was also alone. His wife and children were afraid of being implicated, so they took their children and cut off ties with him. During the years when Mr. Hu went to the countryside, his wife died, and the children never received a letter from him, which made Mr. Hu heartbroken. After returning to Kyoto, they came to his house to recognize their relatives, but were driven away by Mr. Hu.
Zhao Jiaojiao understood instantly.
She would only come to visit with gifts during the Chinese New Year and other holidays. Normally, we were both busy with our own things. Even though we were in the same school but not in the same major, we rarely met.
The two sisters talked as they arrived at the second courtyard.
"Sister, is Brother Ling back?"
Zhao Jiaojiao also found it strange. At this time, Ling Yunrui was busy at the company. He had lunch there at noon and would not come back until the afternoon.
"I don't know." She took a step forward and was about to push the door, but she didn't notice that Zhao Lingling had taken a step back with a smile on her face.
She slowly pushed open the door, and the situation in the yard suddenly came into her sight, which made Zhao Jiaojiao stunned for a moment.
"Sister, let's go in first!" Zhao Lingling supported Zhao Jiaojiao and walked towards the man holding a rose in his hand.
Zhao Jiaojiao guessed that this was a proposal.
Unexpectedly, many relatives came, even my sister-in-law came.
Ling Yunrui kept watching her as she slowly walked towards him, and he also slowly walked towards her.
"Jiaojiao, marry me!"
In one hand was a rose representing love, in the other hand was a ring, and he was kneeling on one knee in front of her.
"I want to walk through the rest of my life with you hand in hand."
“We stand together through thick and thin, through life and death.”
Ling Yunhui and others watched this scene quietly.
Zhao Xibei held up the camera and took pictures of them.
Zhao Jiaojiao, who was proposed to, was touched. She had mentioned it before and he did it. It was obviously a casual mention, but he took it to heart and cared about her very much.
"Sister, are you going to agree or not?" Zhao Xibei saw that his sister had not moved for a long time, and the people who witnessed this scene did not urge her, so he just stepped forward to remind her.
Zhao Jiaojiao glared at Zhao Xibei, "Can't you let me be moved a little more? I need you to remind me."
Facing the man who was still kneeling on one knee, he stretched out his hand and said, "Put it on me."
After Ling Yunrui handed the flowers to Zhao Jiaojiao, he took her hand and put the ring on her finger.
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