While the two answered and responded to their calls, the phones kept prompting someone to call in.

I heard when to meet my parents, when to receive the certificate, and when to hold the wedding, the devil's three companies, the news is the shock and blessings of friends, the news is so much that it will explode in an instant, a few minutes before the end of the live broadcast, all kinds of inquiries are about to be heard The two were overwhelmed.

Luo Qiao looked at the constantly vibrating mobile phone, her scalp was numb. After Ming Siran hung up the call, she took the mobile phone directly from her hand, turned it off neatly, and put it aside: "Sleep first, talk about it tomorrow."

Luo Qiao shuddered, glanced at him, and nodded quickly, agreeing.

After Ming Siran went to take a bath, Luo Qiao was lying on the bed, still feeling like she was dreaming.

She stretched out her hand and looked at the ring she was wearing.

Suddenly thinking of something, she turned over, reached out from the drawer and took out the spare phone that no one knew, turned on the phone, and posted on Weibo.

She clicked on the live broadcast just now and concentrated on watching Ming Siran's marriage proposal to her again.

At the moment the man knelt on one knee, Luo Qiao couldn't help her heartbeat speeding up wildly. She rolled on the bed with the quilt, and buried her head in the pillow.

Before long, there was a sound from the bathroom. Luo Qiao quickly put the phone in the drawer, pulled the quilt, and covered herself to her feet.

Ming Siran came out of the shower and saw her covering herself tightly: "Aren't you bored?"

Luo Qiao: "Not bored!"

Ming Siran finished wiping her hair, put down the towel, came to the bed and sat down, stretched out her hand to pull the quilt on her body, and Luo Qiao was pulling tightly without pulling.

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows, leaned in, and pinched the soft flesh of her waist. With cool fingers falling on the warm skin, Luo Qiao immediately screamed and pulled the quilt away.

"Why are you pinching me!" She stared at him, but her eyes were bright.

Ming Siran looked at her for a long time, and then seemed to have discovered something, and said unhurriedly, "Sister Qiaoqiao, why is your face so red?"

Luo Qiao was lying on the bed, her hair slightly messy, her cheeks flushed, and she seemed to reflect the boundless spring colors.

He slowly leaned over and approached her with a **** voice: "What do you think?"

The man's eyebrows are lazy and handsome, like a monster.

Luo Qiao originally wanted to pretend to be angry, but she still couldn't hold it back. Her beautiful eyes suddenly curled up and smiled, and the kind of joy from the heart began to spread from the corners of her eyebrows.

Everyone can see why she is happy.

Ming Siran looked at her, his eyes deepened, his heart soft, he leaned over to kiss her, and his voice was beautiful: "So happy? Huh?"

Luo Qiao said reservedly: "It's okay, so normal!"

He chuckled, dropped his hand, touched the hand that put her ring on, stroked his finger on the ring, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Luo Qiao took the initiative to touch his hand, clasped his slender hand with ten fingers, looked at his peachy eyes, and said softly: "Um..." After a second, he said: "Because you gave it. mine."

The room was extremely quiet.

Ming Siran's Adam's apple rolled, he looked at her for a few seconds, lowered his eyes, lowered his head and slowly kissed Luo Qiao's lips.

This kiss does not carry any lust, it is cherishment and love, Ming Siran's movements are very light, and Luo Qiao can clearly feel his tenderness to her when her soft lips touch her.

She can feel how much he loves her.

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand and grabbed his shoulders: "Siran, I love you, I have always loved you very much."