Chapter 1797 The White Moonlight of the Wulin Leader 5

  I didn’t even know that Duan Zhengyang, who was being tested, was falling into the saddest time in his life.

He was still young when he was about to starve to death. He just subconsciously didn’t want to die, but he didn’t know what else he could do while still alive. But now it’s different. When he thinks that Jiujiu will become someone else’s family, Duan Zhengyang only thinks he’s one. The heart has become fragmented, and the mouth is even more bitter.

   Duan Zhengyang looked down at Jiujiu with a calm face, and the corners of his mouth moved. He wanted to speak but couldn't say a word. Until the end, Duan Zhengyang still couldn't speak a word.

  He wanted to tell Jiujiu not to meet other men, but when the words came to his lips, he realized that he was not qualified.

  Yes, he is not qualified to say this.

What is   Jiu Jiu's identity, and what is his identity.

  Jiu Jiu is the cloud hanging in the sky, and he is the mud on the ground. The two are so different that he is not worthy of Jiu Jiu, so he is not qualified to say this.

  Because he clearly knew that he was not qualified, Duan Zhengyang's whole heart was tangled, and in the end, his eyes had already started to turn red.

  Jiujiu watched Duan Zhengyang's cheeks turn from red to pale, and then into the withered yellow at this moment. It was obviously less than two hours, but Duan Zhengyang seemed to have experienced many years.

  Looking at Duan Zhengyang's appearance, Jiujiu couldn't bear to watch Duan Zhengyang continue like this anymore, she walked back and left, looking at Duan Zhengyang and asked, "Do you have something to say?"

  Jiu Jiu's heart was directly broken, Duan Zhengyang's face was touched with a guilty conscience, and then quickly lowered his head, ignoring Jiu Jiu and said: "No, there is nothing to say."

   "I have nothing to say, why don't you dare to look at me?" Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's head almost as low as his chest, and touched it as if touching a dog's head, and smiled: "You like me?"

Hearing Jiujiu ask himself in a sweet voice, when you like me, Duan Zhengyang only feels like there are thousands of horses running in his heart, and he hits his chest with pain, but on the contrary, this pain brings with it. The sweetness made him want more aftertaste for a while.

  Duan Zhengyang plucked up the courage of his whole body and slowly raised his head, after looking at Jiujiu's eyes without any contempt, he bit his lip, nodded slowly, and hummed.

In fact, when he admitted, Duan Zhengyang was disturbed. He was afraid that if he admitted, Jiujiu would drive him away, and Jiujiu would never see himself again. However, if he didn't admit it, he would no longer be eligible. .

  Quan was no longer qualified to gamble, Duan Zhengyang finally chose to confess with Jiujiu.

  Jiu Jiu looked at Duan Zhengyang, who was obviously afraid of not wanting him, but resolutely confessed to him. Jiu Jiu knew that Duan Zhengyang would become the leader of the martial arts in the future. It is not unreasonable.

  He weighs the pros and cons, and he is adventurous. The only bad thing is that the woman who pursues him is too cruel.

After sighing lightly, Jiujiu reached out to hold Duan Zhengyang's hand.

  Duan Zhengyang’s hands are very big, because he has been helping Jiujiu plant flowers all the year round, and it is particularly rough. To Jiujiu, Duan Zhengyang’s palm is like a piece of sandpaper, which is sharply ground.

  For Duan Zhengyang, Jiujiu touched such a small movement on the palm of his hand, but his heartbeat boiled again.

  Duan Zhengyang only felt that Jiujiu's fingers were small and warm. When they were placed in his palm, his heart could not help but soften.

Just when Duan Zhengyang was thinking about why Jiujiu should hold his hand, and whether he should hold Jiujiu's fingers back, he heard Jiujiu softly say with his favorite sweet voice: "Duan Zhengyang, you are willing Marry me?"

Jiujiu's words still echoed in his ears, but Duan Zhengyang didn't recover for a long time. After he recovered, Duan Zhengyang's eyes were round, staring straight at Jiujiu. After a long time, he was tentative. Called: "Miss?"

  Duan Zhengyang thought he had misheard.

  How could the tall lady ask him, would you like to marry her?

  I must have heard it wrong.

   Just when Duan Zhengyang thought he had misheard, he heard Jiujiu again asking him: "Duan Zhengyang, would you like to marry me?"

  Jiu Jiu raised her head and looked at Duan Zhengyang’s eyes, smiling at the corners of her mouth, and said every word: "Would you like to marry me?"

Looking at Jiujiu's eyes with starlight, Duan Zhengyang only felt that his heartbeat, which was already close to collapse, began to speed up again. Duan Zhengyang looked at Jiujiu's smiling cheeks, his lips moved, as if he moved quickly after thinking about it. Nodded, and said generally, "Miss, I am willing to marry you, but..."

  It’s just that you are a young lady, but I am just a little servant. I am not good enough for you.

   Duan Zhengyang didn't say this sentence, but some clues could be seen in his dim eyes.

  Jiu Jiu held Duan Zhengyang’s hand, took Duan Zhengyang to sit next to him, looked at Duan Zhengyang’s eyes and said, “You don’t think you are worthy of me?”

  Duan Zhengyang's lips moved without opening, but it was almost exactly what it meant.

Jiujiu chuckled, stretched out his hand to hold Duan Zhengyang’s cheeks, and pulled Duan Zhengyang into a breath of pain, but because the person doing it was Jiujiu, he could only endure aggrieved face. Come down.

Feeling Duan Zhengyang’s tolerance, Jiujiu smiled softly. The hand that was holding Duan Zhengyang’s cheeks turned into rubbing, and then looked at Duan Zhengyang’s eyes and said: "Look, you won’t be angry if I bully you, but If you change someone, it will definitely annoy me."

Seeing that Duan Zhengyang was not answering, Jiujiu said to himself: "My father and mother are only one child, and I will definitely inherit the Bai family. However, I am only a woman, and my father will definitely recruit a husband for me. It’s just that the average man would not be willing to enter the pedigree, but who would know whether he likes me or covets the property of the Bai family."

Jiujiu dragged Duan Zhengyang’s cheeks with both hands, let Duan Zhengyang look at him, and whispered: "I rescued you and stayed in my yard. I don't worry about you and I am willing to hand over the Bai family to you, so you Will you marry me?"

  When Jiujiu said the previous sentence, Duan Zhengyang still whispered in his heart.

The lady is so kind, naturally someone would be willing to treat her sincerely, but after hearing what was behind Jiujiu, Duan Zhengyang couldn’t open his mouth instantly, especially when he heard Jiujiu said that he didn’t know that person. Duan Zhengyang's heart began to feel a little anxious when he liked her or coveted the Bai family's fortune.

  If the person coveted the property of the Bai family, he would definitely make money and kill him, wouldn’t he?

  When he thought that Jiu Jiu might be killed by that person, Duan Zhengyang's heart was pulled.

   Lowered her head and looked down at Jiujiu, who was waiting for her answer with her head up, her lips moved: "I am willing."

  (End of this chapter)