Everything under the water seems to slow down.

When Ye Mozhu seemed to use his flippers to resist Zhang Xiaojian's ass in slow motion, Zhang Xiaojian's body only drifted a little, and gradually formed a tilt after being forced.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't feel any pain...

He just wanted to ask Ye Mozhu now, wasn't he surprised at all, not surprised at all?

Can't you mix a little with tears and seawater?

Why give me a kick ...

Is it because it's too cheesy?

In fact, it is...

Because as early as when Gao Qingsong proposed to Su Yu, Zhang Xiaojian said a lot of vulgar stalks about marriage proposals, and Ye Mozhu also discussed it with him with great interest.

This includes the undersea proposal......

This seemingly romantic way of proposing marriage was in Zhang Xiaojian's mouth at the time... It's nothing, but because the wedding date is approaching, how to say it has to be interesting.

Zhang Xiaojian, who had no choice, promised Gao Qingsong to come abroad to play at that time, but it was actually for this.

He now regrets that he was too full of words and couldn't think of any creative way to propose, so after this kick, he decided to win by quantity......

So through the diving goggles, Zhang Xiaojian turned to look at Ye Mozhu and opened his arms.

Ye Mozhu couldn't help but smile and hugged him underwater, Zhang Xiaojian felt her delicate curves, felt comforted, and thought of making persistent efforts.

What's next time, a hot air balloon proposal?

Still, bungee jumping......

One counts as one, and one comes on.

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In Zhang Xiaojian's subconscious, he thought that Ye Mozhu needed a marriage proposal ceremony.

But he didn't want to make a group of audiences heckle in front of the public, because in that case, even if Mozhu didn't like it, she would definitely agree.

He wanted to give Ye Mozhu a single marriage proposal that was romantic enough and full of rituals, but without any moral kidnapping and mass cries.

It's just that he didn't know that Ye Mozhu didn't need it.

This is influenced by her loving parents, in Ye Mozhu's opinion, all flashy things in love are not as real as two people living a life, and the harmony between husband and wife is stronger than anything else.

She didn't accept this diamond ring, not to reject Zhang Xiaojian's marriage proposal, but she felt that the wedding date had been set, and the proposal... There's no need for it..

Ye Mozhu will definitely marry Zhang Xiaojian, Zhang Xiaojian will definitely marry Ye Mozhu... It's not something that should be highlighted, just something that's bound to happen.

So... Marriage proposal or something, really, really unnecessary.

But that diamond ring is pretty good...

Why did Zhang Xiaojian kick into the inner pocket of his swimming trunks?

Isn't it stiff?

......

......

Zhang Xiaojian, who was not stubborn, boarded the boat.

When you take off the oxygen cylinder and diving goggles, you will feel refreshed.

Ye Mozhu sat beside him, looked at him and smiled, and said, "Fool." ”

The boat started and went straight to the yacht, and when the slight feeling of pushing his back came, Zhang Xiaojian grabbed the handrail with his left hand, and grabbed Ye Mozhu's wet little hand with his right hand: "It's not good for a woman who just rejected my marriage proposal to flirt with me as soon as she turns her face." ”

Ye Mozhu didn't speak, he took a sip of Zhang Xiaojian, and said with practical actions... Just flirting, what's the matter?

His lips were cold and slightly salty, Zhang Xiaojian glanced at the staff on the ship a little shyly, and found that they seemed to be commonplace, and his face was normal, so he had to say, "Then next time, I have to agree." ”

Ye Mozhu gave him a roll of his eyes and let him experience it for himself, then stood up and waved his hand to Su Yu and Gao Qingsong, who were sitting on the bow of the boat in the distance, indicating that we are back.

......

It was a full three hours of diving and surfing.

Once you're back on the yacht, it's natural to take a hot shower.

After taking a bath, the four of them raised their hands on the open-air deck at the stern, the food was like a cloud, and the wine was full.

Zhang Xiaojian sat on the soft sofa, took a sip of red wine that I don't know what year, but it must be expensive, looked at the sea in the distance, and the steep cliff that was constantly hit by the waves, and couldn't help but say: "Why did we go all over London stupidly a few days ago, this is a vacation." ”

......

The yacht drove for 40 minutes and finally arrived on the island where the city of Lion is located.

There are not many yachts staying in the harbor, most of them are fishing boats, and it is not chaotic, one left and one right are distinct, setting off the beaches on the coastline, as well as tourists, and the scenery is chic.

As soon as he got off the boat, Zhang Xiaojian's eyes were attracted.

On the beach not far to the left, girls in bikinis are playing volleyball.

Not to mention, there were several Chinese girls with almost dark complexions who jumped extremely high, sweat flying in the air under the sunlight, counting and killing, and there was no power to fight back on the opposite side.

This should inherit the fine tradition of the Chinese women's volleyball team.

Look further to the right...... Well, beach soccer is also underway.

A team of foreigners, a team of Chinese, the Chinese have really inherited the fine tradition of the national football team, in the face of the British who really have the fine tradition of football, whether it is physical, technical, and so on... All of them are showing a one-sided decline.

It took less than 100 meters to walk, and during this journey, the Chinese football team was poured into three goals.

Seeing the appearance of the British people cheering with their chest hair, Zhang Xiaojian shook his head: "It's really... Waste. ”

Gao Qingsong was also watching, and after hearing the words Zhang Xiaojian, he said: "You are in vain, the football atmosphere in the UK is not comparable to our country, although the results of the World Cup have always been not very good, it hurts the hearts of the people, but the Premier League is indeed strong." ”

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Yes, we walked on the street a few days ago, and we could see children playing football everywhere, whether it was infrastructure or love, it really can't be compared." ”

As he was talking, the football in the distance was driven out of the field by a big foot because of a steal, and the sun fell leisurely against the scorching sun at Zhang Xiaojian's feet.

It was not a regular game, and there was no spare ball, and some of the players who kicked the ball were in English and some in Chinese, shouting for Zhang Xiaojian to kick back.

Zhang Xiaojian played with his heart, parked the ball, looked at the chest-haired man who was beckoning at the front, took three steps back, and kicked out with all his strength.

A 'bang' explosion resounded in people's ears.

The football was subjected to great force, like a streamer shot out, probably because of the great power, in addition to Zhang Xiaojian's crooked hit, the kick was not the center of the football, and it was inadvertently rotated to draw a beautiful arc.

The arc swept past a lot of Englishmen and went straight to the goal.

The British goalkeeper, who had never been threatened in this game, took to the air, but who knew that the arc continued... His prediction was wrong, and the football actually got into the net.

The audience was amazed, and then cheered.

Gao Qingsong gave Zhang Xiaojian a punch in surprise: "Yes, this arc is a bit like Beckham's full moon scimitar." ”

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head... It looks extraordinarily chic, but I muttered something in my heart, I was aiming at the people on the sidelines... How did you get into the goal...