Chapter 233 Ming Xiaoye, will you marry your senior?
Ming Qianye didn't even notice the changes in the big devil's mood around him, let alone his unpredictable eyes.
Still frowning, he kindly reminded——
"Especially when you're with women. Fortunately, I know about you, senior. Otherwise, if you switch to other women, they will definitely think that you are hinting at them and flirting with them... Girls, the general idea is There are more, not as pure as your boys..."
It is really not easy for Ming Qianye to realize this.
She has never put these things in her heart about the relationship between a man and a woman. Now it is appropriate, that is, she can think of some words that seem to be heard in her head.
These are actually what Huo Jiarong gave her popular science.
Because Huo Jiarong likes to complain about these similar things, sometimes Ming Qianye feels a little impatient when he listens to it, but after all, he listens too much, and some of them fall into his ears.
Ming Qianye was talking, when he suddenly noticed that the Great Demon King beside him hadn’t spoken, so he finally stopped his voice and turned to look at him...
However, what greeted him was his deep and deep eyes like the distant starry sky. The end of the deep space made it impossible to explore the slightest bit. Those indifferent eyes fell on her body. Under the slightly dim street lights, she also She can vaguely catch her own figure at this time from his pupils...
His expression is as calm as ever, but the aura around him is a bit cold, and that power makes her feel a little uncomfortable...
His precise locking of eyes like this made Ming Qianye feel a little at a loss, just a little panicked...
In the past, she always felt that she could stare at him for a long time without any pressure, but gradually, Ming Qianye felt that her skill was not as good as before.
Thinking about it, Ming Qianye didn't get entangled, and simply turned his head away, feeling a little irritated, and said—
"Why are you looking at me..."
Seeing her reaction in his eyes, Shen Tinglan's deep voice came over—
"Ming Xiaoye, close your eyes."
The voice is quite gentle, and it seems to have a restrained sense of calm.
Hearing this, Ming Qianye raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him in surprise:
"Why?"
"Serious people, do some serious things."
He replied so calmly, his eyes vaguely fixed on her face.
Ming Qianye was stunned for a moment, then a smile suddenly appeared on his face, he stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly, and said with a smile, "Senior is enlightened! He also knows how to prepare gifts, so mysterious..."
She naturally felt that Shen Tinglan was going to give her a gift.
Shen Tinglan: …
However, at this time, Ming Qianye cooperated and slowly closed his eyes, just with a little expectation.
However, when she closed her eyes, she also felt his approach slightly in the next moment, and the clear breath came quietly accompanied by the quiet and cold fragrance. Before she could react, she felt a warm and soft touch on her lips. …
She immediately opened her eyes, eyes filled with astonishment.
However, Shen Tinglan's movements were faster, his cool big hands passed through the black cloud hanging on her chest, and gently supported her head, cutting off the possibility of her retreating and dodging.
The cold fragrance suddenly became extremely aggressive, and Ming Qianye felt that wherever his perception touched, it was his cold breath, just like his usual, making it impossible for people to escape his lock.
The originally clear eyes were suddenly stained with a layer of light clouds, covering the bright starry night, a little shocked, confused, and cute...
Shen Tinglan's eyes were like summer flowers blooming, he gave a low laugh, stretched out his big idle hand, embraced her in his arms, and under her vague eyes, lowered his head again and continued to expand his territory...
The warmth immediately blocked Ye Feng's desolation, and she could feel his breath and heartbeat more clearly...
"Senior..."
Her low voice came, with a sense of shyness and restrained powerlessness.
Shen Tinglan's big hand was still touching her head, holding her tightly. After a while, that low voice followed the night wind with a rare softness into his ears—
"Ming Xiaoye, marry your senior, okay?"
He originally wanted to give her more time, take it slowly, gradually, so that the feelings that happened quietly would at least not disturb her.
Anyway, so many years have passed, and it’s not so short of a few months.
Just missing someone, I really feel that kind of palpitation.
After so many years, he didn't want to live in such a sloppy way.
When his life was the most messed up and fragile like a candle in the wind, her appearance, like the eternal sun, illuminated his entire universe of life.
Since then, he no longer lives for himself, but wants to live for their future.
Although, at that time, he didn't know if they really had a future...
For more than twenty years, he has been sketching and weaving their future bit by bit all the time—
‘Ming Xiaoye, what school do you want to go to? '
'Department of Physics, University of G, how about you, fourth brother? '
'What a coincidence, did you secretly read my application and know that I applied for G University? '
‘Senior, why don’t you go? Both Harvard and MIT are good, they have sent out so many invitations... G University is also good, but you have almost learned what it is time to study, a master's student...'
‘Do you really dislike going to the same school as your senior? '
'No, no...Anyway, it’s fine if you don’t like it. I will definitely work hard in the future and try to go to Caltech. '
‘What a coincidence, my application to California just came in. '
…
Over the past twenty years, they have always been very close, but somehow they feel that they are far apart. Even though they have spent countless times together, he still has no way to be sure whether he can give her a future.
It's not that he didn't think about finding someone to protect this ray of gods on his behalf, but after working hard, he realized that he couldn't do it at all.
…
Ming Qianye's face was full of heat at this moment, and his originally delicate and white face was now flushed. He didn't respond for a long time, and looked at him in a daze, thinking that he had heard wrong, his eyes were full of astonishment—
Is he confused?
Seeing this reaction, Shen Tinglan felt helpless, then lowered his head and pecked lightly on her indifferent lips, patted her on the head, and said with a low smile—
"Don't be stupid, Ming Xiaoye, wake up... I'm not dreaming, I'm proposing to you. Ming Xiaoye, will you marry your senior?"
this…
Ming Qianye took a deep breath, finally regaining consciousness...
Facing Shen Tinglan's deep eyes, she managed to find her voice—
(end of this chapter)