I didn't look at this scheming ghost angrily, he always had a way for me to beat his image back to my heart when I was just a little touched by him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Isn't it okay to be a good man? Isn't it okay to praise your girlfriend's cooking skills? Isn't it your duty to be a qualified boyfriend even if you pretend?

It can be seen that he is really unqualified as a boyfriend, and he may be more suitable to be called a black-hearted boss.

I glared at him hard, but my face involuntarily started to heat up.

"Who wants to cook for you in the future, and I will cook it for decades, you machismo, I will ask you to cook it for me. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt that something was weird, but before I thought it was something wrong, the boss grinned, and it was really laughing, which made my heart brist.

When I started to want to blow my hair, he leaned over to me with a smile, and I couldn't help but lean back as far away from him as possible, and then I heard his very magnetic voice ask me in a low voice.

"So, you promised to marry me?"

Huh?

I was so frightened that I almost fell from my seat to the floor, and the chair almost fell backwards because of my huge movements, but he quickly helped me hold on.

"Who...... Who...... Who promised to marry you?"

I stood up, looked at him with a red face, and stammered at the end of my sentence.

I was sad to find that I was surrounded by his words again, why can't I learn to be good, this scheming ghost, he is really full of pits.

"If you don't marry me, how can I cook for you for decades?

"I ......"

I wanted to follow his words so that I didn't want him to do it, but just as I was about to say it, I quickly stopped, it was another pit, and I almost jumped into it again.

Although I have eaten his trench many times, this time it is still freshly baked and hot.

I simply snatched the dishes and chopsticks he had eaten, and I had half a bowl left uneaten, and hurriedly rushed into the kitchen with my head down.

In the kitchen, although my back was to him, I could still feel the hot gaze behind me like a light shining on several kilowatts, which made me inexplicably nervous.

I simply turned the faucet to the maximum again, and washed the bowl with all my might, deliberately making a ping-pong distraction.

But how can this attention be easily diverted, my mind can't be calm at all, to be honest, I'm really a little blinded by his word "marry".

Did he even propose to me?

But no matter how I recall, I don't remember that he said the words "can you marry me", so that if I want to cook for decades, it will mean that he will propose.

I really don't know whether to be happy or sad, just now I thought he likes to dig holes everywhere, but now I really feel that he is digging more than just a pit, it is simply a bottomless pit.

Other people have flowers, music, candlelight dinners, and unexpected surprises, and I can't even mean the word "ask" when I am proposed?

As for the unexpected surprise, there is a surprise, and it is a big surprise, is it happy? Is it really not? Otherwise, I should have plucked the cold heart, not only did I not pull the cold at all, how could I jump faster and faster before I had any breath, and I was so fast that I was a little in a hurry to burn?