Song Xuan looked at him in surprise: "You...... Where did you get that? How could you suddenly take out a ring?"

Yang Haitao looked at her nervously, and his tone was sincere: "From the first time I saw you, I recognized you, and since then I have prepared the ring, I think, one day, it will come in handy, Song Xuan, are you willing? My family likes you very much, your family also likes me, and most importantly, I love you, and you love me." ”

Song Xuan's face was flushed, her heart was beating fast, and she stared at him without blinking: "Who...... Who said I loved you?"

Yang Haitao was anxious: "Didn't you take the initiative to kiss me?

Song Xuan's face turned even redder: "Yang Haitao, you propose to me now, aren't you...... Isn't it ......"

Yang Haitao was anxious: "Is it nothing?"

"Is it just to sleep with me?"

Yang Haitao swept his face and looked at her helplessly: "In your eyes, am I this kind of person?"

Song Xuan glanced at him: "Do you still think you are such a noble person?"

Yang Haitao held the ring in one hand and swore in the other: "I promise, you accepted my proposal, and nothing will happen tonight." ”

Song Xuan continued to test him: "People should have flowers when they propose marriage." ”

Yang Haitao stood up suddenly, rushed out without saying a word.

Song Xuan was in a hurry, wouldn't she be angry with him? Is she too reserved and too upright?

Before she could figure it out, footsteps sounded in the corridor again, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Yang Haitao grabbed a few flowers in his hand and ran to her panting.

Song Xuan took a closer look, it was a few plastic flowers, it seemed that they were borrowed from the front desk.

Yang Haitao half-knelt down in front of her again: "Song Xuan, marry me, okay?"

Song Xuan didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, her sister always disliked her for being too reserved, for the man in front of her, she was now convinced that she liked him, and she was willing to live her life with him.

She stretched out her finger, but Yang Haitao didn't react for a while, and was stunned.

Song Xuan laughed and said, "What's the matter?"

Yang Haitao hurriedly put the plastic flower in his hand on the ground, and clumsily pulled Song Xuan's hand and put a ring on her finger.

Song Xuan couldn't help but tease: "That flower is plastic." ”

Yang Haitao said: "Plastic flowers will last a lifetime, just like our feelings, they will last a lifetime." ”

Song Xuan stretched out his hand and hugged his face: "We are only in our early twenties, Yang Haitao, are you so confident that we will last a lifetime?"

He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes burning, serious and persistent: "I believe that the first time I see you, I believe that we will be for life." ”

'Didn't you kiss me again?'

Song Xuan savored these words, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly bloomed, and then he bowed his head and slowly leaned against his lips.

Yang Haitao's blood suddenly boiled again, and he was about to get up, but was pressed down by Song Xuan: "Don't move...... Don't move...... I just want to kiss, more, not want. ”

Kiss, pure, beautiful......

Yang Haitao was half-kneeling on the ground like this, Song Xuan held his face and kissed seriously, Yang Haitao's hand hung down beside him, but the other hand couldn't help it, held her waist, and responded to her kiss tentatively.

It's a dream.

Song Xuan actually agreed to his marriage proposal.

After that, he will not have to suffer from gains and losses.

He has an identity, and from now on, his identity is Song Xuan's fiancé.