Chapter 311 Proposal
The tip of the nose is a fresh floral fragrance, and in front of you is a familiar person who has not seen for a long time.
"I thought..." Murong Qiao's voice was a little hoarse.
Seeing Huo Yichen standing in front of her eyes, she sniffed uncontrollably.
Huo Yichen's eyes were as deep as stars, and the light in his eyes seemed to be flickering. Looking at her bright red cheeks, the corners of his mouth smiled.
He lowered his eyelids and only looked at her intently. "What do you think?"
Thought you were too busy to forget that today is my birthday.
The loneliness that hadn't faded away was diluted by the joy in his heart, and Murong Qiao put his fingers in front of his face in a concealed manner, trying to cover up his gaffe.
"How could I forget?" Huo Yichen was helpless, with a slight smile on his lips.
He reached out and rubbed Murong Qiao's hair, "Happy birthday."
Murong Qiao was stunned, and raised his eyes unconsciously, looking at Huo Yichen's expression when he said this.
The light from the top of his head cast a shadow under his brow bone, making the image in his eyes more clear, so that only Murong Qiao could see himself.
Underfoot is a carpet made of pure white petals, and the gorgeous and quiet white roses bloom in the most beautiful flowering period.
"You are the only one I want to love among all the people." Huo Yichen said.
He suddenly opened his heart and spoke out the inner voice on this special day.
Huo Yichen looked at her, "I'm afraid you'll think it's presumptuous, but I'm even more afraid that you'll go crazy if you don't speak out."
Holding the rose in his hand, he secretly sweated a little.
"Actually, I never thought that things would go so well." Huo Yichen lowered his eyes. "But I'm really greedy, and I want to continue to have you in the days to come."
Since his mother passed away, he has stayed behind closed doors and completely closed his world.
But there was a sound of footsteps lingering outside the door, not passing by or looking for others, but pressing his doorbell, and a ray of light leaked out in the darkness.
Huo Yichen has to admit that Murong Qiao is an exception, a special one, and he is the only source of warmth in the solitude of the cold weather.
"Not only this birthday, but every time in the future, I want to occupy the most intimate position by your side."
Murong Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and her face was completely reddened by Huo Yichen's few straightforward words. Thinking that everyone around her was watching, her earlobes turned crimson.
He took a deep breath, "I just can't restrain myself, always seeing your sanity ruined in a mess."
"Obviously I'm already a lover, but I don't feel satisfied enough, and I want to get closer to you."
Under Murong Qiao's gaze, Huo Yichen held the bouquet of flowers that he had prepared for a long time, and slowly knelt on the ground on one knee.
The sound of music rising around covered the crowd's voice, leaving only Huo Yichen's voice and the ring in his hand.
"will you marry me?"
The bubbles blown out seemed to burst, and the voice that Murong Qiao had been waiting for all along had an answer.
She looked down at Huo Yichen who was kneeling on one knee, her eyes turned red uncontrollably,
"I do." She replied softly.
Her answer seemed to trigger some signal, causing the people next to her to cheer.
"Blessings, blessings! Locked!"
"Sure enough, the love of gods still depends on you!"
Yang Xin blushed with excitement, Leng Yan had a sincere and congratulatory smile on his face, and An Nuo was beside him holding up his mobile phone to take pictures and record the beautiful moment.
The ring had an owner, and Murong Qiao was embraced.
"Is it a little easy for me to promise?" She joked.
Huo Yichen held her hand tightly, "You have nothing to regret."
Afraid that Murong Qiao would say something more, Huo Yichen lowered his head and blocked her lips amidst the cheers of the crowd.
…
When Murong Qiao woke up from the bed the next day, he still thought he was dreaming.
It wasn't until she felt the existence of the ring on her hand that she suddenly woke up.
"So, it's true." She couldn't help smiling.
Fingertips rubbed against the cool surface of the ring, feeling the curvature of the cut, which gave Murong Qiao a sense of reality.
The corner of her mouth subconsciously formed a shallow smile, but then withdrew it.
My brothers still don't know about her and Huo Yichen.
Just the ring...
After staring at it for a while, she reluctantly found a necklace, put it on, and temporarily hung it on her chest to hide its existence.
Murong Qiao glanced at the time on the phone. Since he slept too late last night, he slept until eleven o'clock at noon.
She glanced at the messages on her phone, and when she reached the column about Zheng Yue, she paused with her fingertips.
【Jojo, I want him to pay the price. 】
Murong Qiao had a vague premonition in her heart that Zheng Yue would make an important move next.
…
Zheng Yue has been valued by Nankang recently, this is a fact recognized by everyone.
During the period of her return, her business ability has risen sharply, and she has also taken over many large projects.
"You go to a dinner with me tonight." Nankang was in a good mood, "If there is no accident, the bidding is stable."
Zheng Yue nodded obediently and said yes.
During this dinner, Nankang drank so much that he drank a lot of white wine in succession, and was completely drunk.
The secretary left to deal with the follow-up, and Zheng Yue took Nankang back to the company office.
"Bidding tomorrow..." he muttered with alcohol.
The dinner tonight was very pleasant, and tomorrow is the day when Nankang officially bids for the piece of land that Nankang wants.
He is sure to win, he is sure to win, and he must win!
He put all his wealth on it.
Zheng Yue casually threw him on the sofa, seeing that he had fallen asleep, she couldn't help but smile, walked to the computer, and opened the bidding document.
Permanent delete commands are executed neatly.
All of these are Nankang's painstaking efforts, and they are the key to his company's turnaround.
Zheng Yue showed a happy smile on her face, using this action to vent her long-standing hatred.
She is going to destroy all the pride of Nankang.
As for this paper...
…
Late at night, Murong Qiao suddenly received a call from Zheng Yue.
"Qiao Qiao," Zheng Yue's voice sounded surprisingly calm, with a little bit of drunkenness, "Can you come to me?"
Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows, judging from the voice that Zheng Yue's state seemed not quite right.
The intuition in her heart told her that Zheng Yue must have done some "good things".
"Okay." She agreed.
Since Zheng Yue said that Nankang would pay the price, Murong Qiao has been waiting.
Finally, this call came.
Then when Murong Qiao arrived at Zheng Yue's home, she saw a drunken Zheng Yue.
"Zheng Yue?" She called softly.
Murong Qiao knelt down to look at her, seeing the drunken blush on Zheng Yue's pale face.
Zheng Yue smiled foolishly, obviously very drunk. "You're here."
Her unfocused eyes drifted around, and finally landed on Murong Qiao, but she stopped for less than a second before moving away.
"He's finished." Zheng Yue smiled happily.
She drank a lot of wine at the dinner, and now her stamina is picking up, her mind is also in a mess, and she says whatever comes to her mind.
Murong Qiao looked at Zheng Yue silently, watching her talking nonsense while drinking.
"I have paid so much, and he too, don't want to live a good life."
"My innocence, my children, my everything! It's all thanks to him!"
"Without the documents, let's see how he bids tomorrow, haha..."
Zheng Yue talked about the world, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, and her emotions turned abruptly.
Murong Qiao sat on the sofa and didn't say much, and Zheng Yue didn't feel cold.
Her gaze stayed on Zheng Yue's body all the time, looking at the beautiful and thick makeup on her face and the maturity all over her body.
Gorgeous and depraved, it is completely out of touch with the innocence when she first entered school.
(end of this chapter)