Chapter 249 (1/2)

When the hot dumplings were out of the pot, Mr. Rong picked them out and put them in a small washed pink plate. The fresh fish and algae patterns were faintly visible on the bottom.

Lin Lang took advantage of his turn to work, secretly reached out to get.

”Pa!”

A pair of silver chopsticks hit her on the back of her hand.

Mr. Rong seems to have a pair of eyes behind him. He doesn't return his head. His voice is steady. ”Come here, wash your hands.”

Lin Lang disappoints ”Oh” a, obediently did.

After washing his hands, he picked up a dish and a small bowl of vinegar and walked slowly into the yard.

A small wooden shed was built on the left side of the yard, with green branches winding around it, and sporadic flowers occasionally appeared. There was a stone platform and two bamboo chairs in the middle, which was also a bit of wild fun.

Mr. Rong handed the chopsticks to the man and said with a smile, ”the custom in my hometown is to put a copper coin in the dumpling to ask for luck. If you eat it, I'll give you a thought. ”

Lin Lang crooked his head, ”that's not cheap. If you're in, just say it.”

The man's eyes flashed, ”Oh, then I'm going to pick.”

Two pairs of silver chopsticks stretched out at the same time and picked up a thin dumpling.

Mr. Rong looked at Lin Lang and bit himself.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

”Sir, I have it!”

The person on the opposite side screamed with surprise, his eyes raised and he was as happy as a child.

”Well? Really? ” He opened his eyebrows. ”Well, you say, what do you want?”

In the sight, the pair of black eyes dripped and rolled.

Mr. Rong looked very angry and funny. What bad ideas is this little guy making?

”Anything?”

”Well, anything will do.”

His voice became more gentle unconsciously.

September sky like a clear sapphire, reflected in her eyes, the shallow waves.

”Then I'll get married at the age of twenty, and be a good wife who is industrious and thrifty, virtuous and virtuous.” Bright smile, Qipao on the fine light shaking, mottled into the landscape.

”It's hot in summer, cool my husband with a fan, and it's cold in winter. A cup of hot tea is enough to warm my stomach.”

Mr. Rong was stunned.

Lin Lang is also looking at him, a bright pearl falls in the ear, against the fluffy cloud hair, not like the previous gorgeous publicity, but a soft and gentle breath.

This ”Mr” is not that ”Mr”, but it means a lot.

Mr. Rong's blood tank was emptied instantly.

She did not wait for Mr. Rong's reaction, holding a silver chopstick, and picked another one. Her lips and teeth met with something hard.

”Well, it seems that I have a better day.” She said happily, ”Sir, you are going to be slaughtered by me.”

Mr. Rong regained his mind, heard the words on the corner of his mouth, very generous, ”say it, what do you want?”

”Well, I hope my future husband's surname sounds better, for example --”

she deliberately lengthened her voice.

Very quickly, a palm spreads out in front of her, inside lie a silver pocket watch quietly.

”Do you think the Rong family name sounds good?” The man asked with a smile.

”Does the gentleman find Rongshi pleasant?” Lin Lang asked slyly.

I knew she wouldn't agree easily, this little poison.

Mr. Rong pressed his temple. ”It's a bit awkward, but...”

He leaned over and solemnly put the watch on her chest. Thin fingers fiddle, put in the right position, impartial.

”Madame Shi Rong, it's not too bad.” He said lightly.

This sentence is almost equivalent to a public proposal.

Putting the wife's surname in front of her husband's surname shows that he will not interfere too much with her freedom after marriage, approve of her ideal and path of development, and fully support her, even if she is a husband behind her.

Mr. Rong is thirty-five years old. He is rich and powerful. It is the golden time for a man to rise in his career. If he is to retire to the second tier, I don't know how many people will sigh.

However, he was still committed to her.

Beauty land, hero's grave.