Chapter 131 You propose, but you have no name?
Wen Yao: "So, when faced with the stand-in plot, your revenge is to wear red socks, cook soup but not deliver it personally, and propose marriage?"
Zhao Guang was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, "What do you know?! Marriage is a punishment for Lele, so that she can no longer cheat on me and can only lie in the grave of love with me."
Zhao Guang: "She cares most about her career, so she won't let the cheating scandal affect Lehaha's stock price!"
So you know that in Sister Lele's heart, the stock price is more important.
Wen Yaohai clapped: "I've seen it all today. So this is what it means to be consciously decadent."
Wen Yao felt that everything was so outrageous, but Zhao Guang insisted, so she could only tell him to think about it before she was able to get away.
Before leaving, Zhao Guang repeatedly reminded him: "Heaven, earth, you, and I will know. Proposing marriage is all about surprises, so please don't tell anyone."
Wen Yao's lips twitched: "I understand."
After returning home, Wen Yao took a large box of rum ice cream from the refrigerator and dialed Lu Yile's number while eating it.
Lu Yile was probably busy, as the phone rang for quite a while before it was answered.
Lu Yile's voice was unsteady, with a slight panting: "Yaoyao?"
Wen Yao: "Sister Lele, what are you doing?"
Lu Yile: "I'm boxing."
Wen Yao's eyes darted around. "Are you alone?"
Lu Yile chuckled, his voice magnetic: "Otherwise what? Should I throw a punch and then have someone else act as a punching bag?"
"Hahaha," Wen Yao chuckled dryly, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and putting it in her mouth, her voice slightly slurred, "I heard you have an ex-boyfriend who came back to China?"
Lu Yile pulled off a towel to wipe his sweat, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Zhao Guang went to see you?"
Ah, Sister Lele is as perceptive as ever.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Yao recounted everything she had discussed with Zhao Guang that day, except for the marriage proposal.
Wen Yao became a little gossipy, "Sister Lele, so what's going on between you and that ex-boyfriend?"
Lu Yile was speechless. "I did date Geng Zihao for half a year, or perhaps 'fixed bed partner' would be a more accurate description."
"In short, he is not some ideal woman."
“I ate with him because his family owns many supermarkets overseas, which would make it easier for Lehaha to access overseas markets and increase sales channels.”
Wen Yao sighed: "I knew it. What about Zhao Guang? Do you want to take some time to explain things to him?"
Zhao Guang is almost turning into a scheming and resentful husband.
At most, it's a lotus root; although it's full of holes, each one is hollow.
Lu Yile's voice was somewhat cold, "Doesn't he know to come and ask me if he has a problem?"
Lu Yile: "First they hired a private investigator, then they stood at my door without coming in, and then they didn't put salt in my soup..."
"He's making all these little moves, as if he's afraid others won't know what he's thinking."
Lu Yile scoffed, "Don't tell him the truth. I want to see what tricks he can pull. You can't spoil men too much."
The tricks Zhao Guang can pull off far exceed your imagination, Sister Lele, skr.
He's even planning to propose and tie you down.
It's only because Zhao Guang is a man who can't get pregnant that he would have already punctured the condom and used a surrogate to take his place!
However, having promised Zhao Guang that she could not reveal any details about the marriage proposal, Wen Yao had no choice but to swallow her words.
but……
Wen Yao smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Sister Lele, I think you treat Zhao Guang quite differently."
Lu Yile was quite frank: "Our family background is special. If we get married, we will most likely be together for life. It would be best to choose someone we don't dislike."
"Zhao Guang is good-looking and has a good physique, is good in bed, knows how to take care of people, and comes from a good family. I'm quite satisfied with him now."
Wen Yao tentatively asked, "So, are you willing to marry him?"
Lu Yile: "Everyone knows that our two families are going to be united by marriage; it was only a matter of time."
Wen Yao felt relieved. Since Sister Lele was not opposed to marrying Zhao Guang, she would help Zhao Guang out.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yao sent Zhao Guang a text message: Okay, I'll help you propose.
Just after sending the text message, Wang Ma suddenly led a group of people into the living room.
They were all acquaintances; they worked at a high-end custom clothing store.
Although she also wears ready-made clothes, Fu Jinzhi still retains the habit from her grandfather, having clothes custom-made every season, from casual wear to formal wear.
After Wen Yao married him, she naturally ordered matching outfits with Fu Jinzhi, and the two always wore understated couple outfits when attending banquets.
Seeing Wen Yao in the living room, Wang Ma grinned and said, "Madam, you're here right now. Let's take your body measurements quickly."
Wen Yao nodded in agreement.
That's right, the fifth generation's wedding is coming up soon, it's time to make some new dresses.
After a flurry of activity, the staff member looked at the notebook with some surprise and praised:
"Mrs. Fu, do you have any secrets to maintaining your figure? It's been almost a month since your last measurement, and your measurements haven't changed at all."
Wen Yao's lips twitched. She had forgotten about this. Before 8848 was fully integrated, her dimensions would not change, which seemed a bit strange to outsiders!
Wen Yao communicated with the staff, listened carefully to their introduction of the fabric materials they brought, and determined several design directions.
Seeing that Wang Ma was preparing to see the guests off, Wen Yao couldn't help but tug at her sleeve: "Aren't you going to make a few sets for Jinzhi too?"
Wang Ma remained calm: "The gentleman has enough formal wear. Besides, there are only a few styles of men's suits. No one would notice if he wore old clothes."
Wen Yao: "..."
It was thought that Zhao Guang would need a few days to think it over, but to everyone's surprise, he contacted Wen Yao early the next morning.
His voice was a little hoarse, but he was very excited: "I've already thought of a proposal plan!"
Wen Yao, still grumpy from waking up, said in an unhappy tone, "Speak!"
Zhao Guang: "I think Lele and I only lack a bit of youthful passion, after all, I missed her student days."
Wen Yao thought there was some truth to it, and her anger gradually subsided. "So how are you going to make up for your shortcomings?"
Zhao Guangxin said enthusiastically, "You and Lele have known each other for a long time, so how about this: on the day of the proposal, you invite Lele back to her alma mater for a visit."
"In the morning, take her to have some street food for breakfast, then take a walk along the artificial lake while it's cool, chat, and feed the swans;"
"Let's go eat at the time-honored hot pot restaurant near the school for lunch, and have two cups of jasmine green grape tea."
"This afternoon you guys go to the arcade, play some games, try your luck at the claw machine, and maybe buy a few blind boxes."
"In the evening, the food street in the university town will also be set up, so you can stroll around and eat as you please..."
Wen Yao felt something was off as she listened, and she interrupted Zhao Guang's reverie: "Why is it always me taking Sister Lele out to play? What about you? Why aren't you mentioned?"
Zhao Guang said confidently, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished yet."
“After you and Lele revisit the place, she will definitely be very moved. At that time, you can take her to a hotel near the school and say that you want to have a long talk with her.”
Zhao Guang laughed out loud, "Then when she opens the door, the room is full of surprises I've prepared. I come out with flowers and a diamond ring to propose, and you gracefully retire."
Wen Yao: "..."
She had never proposed and knew nothing about such things, but she always felt that something was wrong with Zhao Guang's plan.
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