Chapter 250： I do not allow your name to be associated with other men (2/2)
Mo Shiqian looked at her, and her thin lips lifted slightly. ”They are them, others are others, but you are mine. I do not allow your name to be associated with other men.”
Chi Huan looked at him with a heartbeat.
She suddenly had a weird feeling.
When they were together for the first time, she said, you will be my man in the future.
Later, he said twice understatement that I am yours.
This seems to be the first time he said--
you are mine.
It was originally said casually that there was no difference.
But it did make a difference.
The man's eyes were deep, his eyes clear, and his gaze looked at her without knowing when it was covered by the strong coldness ...
Maybe it has always been, but once it was restrained and deep, and the domineering buried deep in bones, it still overflows a little bit.
Chi Huan thought about it, but still compromised.
She wouldn't explain this before because it wasn't necessary, and since he minded, it wouldn't hurt to clarify.
She got up and walked to his place again, climbed to the window and sat down, folded her left hand and the man's left hand on the glass, and then exposed the pair of lovers watches on the wrist.
Using the phone's camera, he took a finger gesture.
Mo Shiqian let her fiddle with it, and finally looked at the photos still on the screen of her mobile phone.
Men's slender, sharp-knuckle hands are tied to women's fair and soft fingers, and their silhouettes are looming on the glass in the lens, with bustling lights outside the glass.
”Well, it was so beautifully photographed by your hand. No one will say you are short and round again ...”
He looked down at her satisfied speech to himself, thin lips hit her cheeks, and after he left, he spit out so lowly, ”Huanhuan, let's get married.”
This sentence was spoken by Mo Shiqian, which is really not new.
Chi Huan was already immune to hearing.
When that day he tells her I love you, she may have other girls hear her boyfriend say that marrying me is so full of emotions.
She tinkered with some words, which was relatively simple and profound, pretending to be unpretentious, and said casually, ”You remember to prepare a flower ring next time.”
Every time I say marriage, there is only one sentence. I really don't know if he should be simple or whim.
Mo Shiqian reached out and took away the mobile phone she was typing into the Weibo seat, followed by the man's faint voice ringing above her head, ”Send me the photo.”
”How do I send you my phone?”
”This Weibo will not be posted now, and will be posted after zero.”
”I fell asleep at zero.”
”Well, then you get up tomorrow morning, and the background is more convincing on the bed.”
Chi Huan, ”...”
She got up and left with her cell phone, and was pressed by the man in a blink of an eye.
He repeated it lightly, ”Huanhuan, we are getting married.”
If we say that we get married, the word is a little solicited, so if we go to this word, all we have to say is.
Chi Huan calmed down and sat down beside him.
”You can talk about marriage without flowers and rings,” she bowed her head and looked up at him, ”are you ... in love with me?”