"I have prepared a gift!" Lin Zikui's sight appeared again.

Fang Yiai lost the usual presidential shelf and sense of alienation. Now she looks like a little girl who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, playful and shy. She happily jumped onto the soft bed and sat cross-legged beside Lin Zikui, mysteriously Put the gift on the belly of the great writer. Looking expectantly at Lin Zikui.

"What? Mysterious, the packaging is so exquisite!" Looking at the gift box in your hand, it is small, long and flat rectangle, violet color, mysterious and noble, and the left and right waists are wrapped in purple silk ribbons. And, "Did you pack it?"

"Well, did you see it?" Looking at Lin Zikui's eyes and a series of actions curiously.

"No wonder, the package is so bad."

"Don't forget it!" Fang Yiai was angry. Someone who didn't know what was good or bad, he deliberately learned online for her, and even if he didn't know the emotion, he was still picking and choosing her gift box.

"I'm just commenting, is it necessary to be so angry?" Holding Fang Yiai's knees, with an apologetic smile, she apologized.

Fang Yiai should be angry. Lin Zikui may have been a writer for a long time. She has a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. She requires nearly perfection in all aspects. Fang Yiai can only accommodate her. In order to make a nearly perfect gift box, Fang Yiai can neither make it at home, because there are forest seed sunflowers at home, nor can he make it when he is out, because it is for entertainment, so she has to be in the office. Pile of documents fell on deaf ears, and worked **** her "gift wrapping"

I’m so busy every day, I’m so tired that I have backaches, and I have to deal with unfinished work when I go home. Fortunately, Lin Zikui has been busy changing the script recently and did not find that the workload of her going home has increased. Otherwise, rely on her. Keen, the gift box came out early.

"Can't appreciate my painstaking effort at all, and return the gift to me."

Looking at Her Majesty's little Tsundere at this time, Lin Zikui felt extremely in love, huh, kissed Fang Yiai's lips to temporarily calm the anger in her heart. Fang Yiai retracted her hand that asked for the gift back, and will let you go for the time being this time.

Full of expectation, carefully opened the gift of Her Majesty the Queen's dedicated effort.

"Flight ticket! Britain!" Inexplicably raised her head and looked at Fang Yiai's eyes, "President, did you put it wrong, why did you put your ticket here?"

Silently, Lin Zikui gave Lin Zikui a glance, and Zhu lips kissed him personally: "It's for your idiot, you have one, and I have one in my bag."

"Oh~~~ I see, I want to travel with me, and finally you are willing to work for your baby?"

"Yes," lifted the slender green lotus root and put it on Lin Zikui's shoulders, and with a little effort, he threw the great writer onto the bed, and the whole person pressed Lin Zikui under his body, "traveling is all the time. Yes, it is important that we first register for marriage.

"Marriage!?" Like being struck by thunder and lightning, Lin Zikui took Yi Ai Fang Yi Ai's hands without pity, got up and sat down, "Why do you suddenly say marriage? Haven't we talked about this issue?"

"But that was what we talked about a year ago. You didn't want to get married a year ago. I respect your choice, but today is different a year later. Everything has changed. You are more mature and your career is better. Going up a floor, our parents both agree that we are together, so what is there to hesitate, Xiaokui, what can you worry about after we have gone through so much? Why are you not willing to enter the marriage hall with me? Others may say that marriage is the tomb of love, but we are different. We have a deep emotional foundation and a good financial strength. There is nothing to stop us from falling in love. What are you worried about?"

After a while, Lin Zikui was fidgeting and impatient: "...Why do you want a marriage? It's just a formality. You know all of this. It's good for two people to love each other. If they don't love anymore, even if they are married. A hundred marriages will eventually separate. You are a sensible person. You haven't thought about these problems."

"Then your answer is the same as before, don't you die without getting married?" Fang Yiai was full of expectation, or Lin Zikui's ruthlessness turned into a bubble again, with hope. That's right, Lin Zikui is like this. She believes that things will not change, but Fang Yiai is not a person who surrenders easily. The biggest thing the two people have in common is that the decision is difficult to change and will never admit defeat.

"Why are we together? It stems from love. What is the foundation of marriage? It is still love. Obviously, it is the same whether we get married or not..."

"It's all the same, so you can go to the UK with me and register for marriage."

"..."

Seeing that Lin Zikui was silent, Fang Yiai continued: "We have been together for four years. Isn't that enough to change your mind, Xiaokui, that year you were 19 years old, you became famous as a teenager and full of spirit, that year. I’m obsessed with you tonight. For 5 years, I have never let go. You are 24 years old this year, and I am 28 years old. My parents have been urging us to have a baby. I haven't mentioned it to you..., I won't say much about going to England with me next Monday."

Burying his face in the palm of his hand, Lin Zikui did not admit defeat in the end: "I won't marry, I won't know anyone." In a word, he was determined and determined, but it seemed like a sharp sword pierced Fang Yi deeply. The chest of love.

Enduring the breath in his heart, his fists were squeezed tightly because of the emotion that there was nowhere to vent, choking his throat, and trembling his voice: "You say it again."

"...I, I won't get married..."

"Get out, right away, I don't want to see you." Fang Yiai turned her head, not wanting to see the **** who made her sad. After 5 years, I still failed, closing my eyes, tears appeared silently, across and low.

"Little Love."

"Get out." The ruthless words were cold enough to scorch people.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be a thousand jins, heavy, until the end, I just sighed, shook his head and walked out the door. Having failed Fang Yiai's carefully prepared gifts and hopes, people have a lot of things like this, and would rather hurt the person they love the most than say it.

"Stop." Fang Yiai gave the order, and Lin Zikui had to stand by the door blankly.

"Pa" patted the ticket on Lin Zikui's chest, "Next Monday at 9 o'clock in the morning, **** airport, it's up to you."