Ningxia was stunned, a buzzing sounded softly in his head, and his heart jumped to his ears, and his ears turned red.

"Are you proposing to me?" She loses the ability to think, and is completely instinctive in her rhetorical questioning.

Quiet late at night, she was here, he was on the other side, and the slight breathing of each other was heard on the airwaves, like soft feathers swept to the tip of the heart.

"Too casual, isn't it?" He seemed to think so, and gave a vague laugh, then added, "Just ask what you think first, don't be nervous." ”

How can you not be nervous......

Ningxia hesitated for a moment and asked, "If I say that I don't want to think further for the time being, what would you think?" ”

"What do you want me to think?" The problem kicks back like football.

Ningxia didn't hear him laugh, didn't even hear his breathing, and the world suddenly became quieter.

She didn't speak, pursed her lips tightly, and a hole was broken in the bottom of her heart, and the wind blew invisibly, and her heart swayed.

Until many years later, when Ningxia recalled tonight, the corners of her mouth would still unconsciously hang a warm and relieved smile, and her redundant and depressed dark corners seemed to gradually welcome the dawn from this night.

Ye Zhaojue sighed silently and whispered, "Xiao Xia, I used to be a person who was both domineering and conceited. I plan other people's lives according to my plan, thinking that I have everything under control, and when the time comes, I will get what I want. I've been hurt and hurt, but I've never taken regret medicine. Any idea why I don't regret it? Because I hate myself, I feel that I deserve it, and even if I turn back time, I will still be self-righteous and negligent. For a while, I was in a constant process of self-denial. ”

Ningxia listened with bated breath, and his heart was terrifyingly quiet.

"I have a brother who grew up together, his name is Yan Yan. He was playing sailing, and three years ago, when the two boats collided during a boat race, they were arguing and not finding that one of their teammates was stunned by the slippery mast and fell into the sea. ”

Ningxia didn't know why he mentioned something that had nothing to do with the two of them, but he still pinched his heart, "...... Someone died? ”

"Dead. The leg was caught in a fishing net, and a man who could swim and dive at the same time, drowned. ”

Ningxia curled up her legs and bit her lip.

"Before the boat race, when the two teams made bets, Yan Yan mentioned that everyone did not wear life jackets and gambled on a big one."

Ningxia's lips turned white.

After that incident, he never touched the sailboat again. I asked him what he was going to do in the future. He said, "If you owe a man's life, you will not be able to atone for your sins until you die, unless you give it to him." But he didn't want to die yet, he wanted to live well, so before he died, he kept burying his head and moving forward. ”

Ningxia hugged his knee with one hand, his eyes burning.

How could they have been alike. It's just that she has one more layer than him, her life was saved by her mother Jiang Wan, and she must live well.

"It was because of him that I came out of the gloom." Ye Zhaojue sighed imperceptibly, "The people around him suddenly fell down, and he had to stand up firmly, swap roles, and encourage him." ”

Well, once again, she empathizes. Back then, the reason for her rapid recovery was precisely because Jiang Yiran was frustrated in love and suffered setbacks at work.

People are probably like this, one side is in trouble, the other side supports, tacitly supports each other, and reaps hope along the way.

Suddenly, her heart moved. Ye Zhaojue would not tell her about his own and his friend's experiences for no reason, and these experiences coincidentally coincided with her.

Her heart was pounding, and he clearly had something to say.

"Natsu-chan." He called to her softly.

"Huh?"

"We have different depths of life experience, what I know, you don't necessarily dabble, what you're good at, I may be clumsy. I was stumbling and stumbling in my life, but I was just an ordinary person with a glamorous appearance. You say you want to be good enough, but in fact I am the same, and I also hope that I can become good enough, so good that you can leave your mental burden behind and happily marry me. If you ask me what I think, what else can I think, my little girl doesn't feel safe enough with me, and she can't relax enough to leave herself in my care, which shows that I am still a failure, and I need to improve. ”

"......" Ningxia really couldn't say anything, but felt that his heart was full of excitement, funny and angry.

Laugh at him and be angry with yourself.

She is the one who has failed, and she is the one who needs to be improved.

Obviously he is so good, so good that she is ashamed of herself.

After being dumbfounded for a while, Ningxia resented slightly: "Don't use your language art anymore, what do you want to say?" ”

He seemed to laugh again, with a hint of imperceptible frustration in his tone: "I said so much, and you didn't hear a word?" ”

Heard it, but hard to sure. If it was as she thought, then he was too perceptive.

Ye Zhaojue didn't give her time to judge left and right, and simply opened the skylight and said brightly: "Xiao Xia, never be arrogant, it's up to me whether you are good or not, you are good enough in my heart, we are very suitable, aren't we?" ”

When he said this, his tone seemed to be a little tougher, as if he was instilling in her the concept, she only had to believe unconditionally, and she couldn't doubt it at all.

Ningxia was silent, he really saw her clearly, in the past, it was just because she was unwilling to find out, but now it may be the moment when he has to be honest with each other, he spread all his words to the surface.

He really took great pains, step by step, laying out so much, and firmly grasping her heart.

Since the two dated, Ningxia faced up to the question of whether she and him were compatible for the first time.

Is it appropriate?

Not...... She doesn't seem to be particularly bad.

After a pause, Ningxia said, "Do you particularly want to marry me?" There was a low, melodious tone in his voice.

Ye Zhaojue also relaxed, and joked with her: "The bed is too big, I didn't feel anything before, but now I feel that there seems to be a lack of someone." ”

"......" Ningxia's ears instantly became a little hot.

In terms of language skills, she can't take advantage.

"Do you want to or don't want to?" She couldn't help but raise her tone.

This time, Ye Zhaojue replied crisply: "Yes." But you don't want to get married, what can I do? A helpless tone that didn't take her far.

He did it on purpose. Ningxia held back the smile at the corner of his mouth, snorted, and said, "No way, I can't help you." ”

"There's one thing you can help me with."

“…… What the? ”

"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."

“……”

***

Lu Qiankun, without any background in the hotel industry, started the Vance Hotel from scratch 20 years ago, and there was another hotel in Nanxiang at the same time, the Shenghao Garden Hotel, a kilometer away from the Chenliang Mansion.

At that time, the old addresses of the two hotels were not in the current location, and Ningxia searched for information on the Internet and found that they were only two streets apart. Coincidentally, Saint Howe Garden Hotel happens to be one of the most important hotel properties under Grace Properties.

In other words, Vance and the Gardens of St. Howe are nakedly in a competitive relationship.

But Xu Zhengze secretly got very close to Lin Chengen, the chairman of Jian'en.

Ningxia was entrusted by Jiang Yiran to investigate an old matter, but how to investigate, she had no direction of progress at all.

The rules and procedures of the dessert competition show on the provincial station were accurately notified two days later, and each unit could only send two unknown novices to participate in the competition, and there were also restrictions on age, which must be between 20 and 30 years old.

Before each round of the competition, there is enough preparation time to study the theme content of each game in advance, that is to say, on the surface, it is a novice competition, but in fact, it still reflects the comprehensive strength of a team.

In the Vance Bakery, those who meet the age criteria are only young apprentices.

At the high-level meeting, Xu Zhengze pushed the information of the two selected novices to Ji Yanjin for decision, and Xu Siqi was impressive.

"Both of them have good qualifications, I teach them by hand, and I won't be slow to get started."

Ji Yanjin frowned slightly, "But they haven't worked in the cake room for a long time, one year, one and a half years, are their basic skills solid?" ”

Xu Zhengze said: "Mr. Ji, do you think that in this regard, you or me, who sees people more accurately?" ”

Ji Yanjin lowered his eyes, reviewed the top personal information about Xu Siqi again, and pursed his lips without saying a word.

Before he could read any further, the two documents in his hand were forcefully pulled away by a hand with black nails.

Lu Xiao stood up at some point and stood on his right hand.

She lowered her eyebrows and rolled her hands casually, the corners of her mouth pursed into a sneer.

The eyes of everyone present looked at her in unison.

Suddenly, she slapped the two documents on the table, glanced at Xu Zhengze opposite, and turned to Ji Yanjin, "Since the qualifications are so shallow, I ask to replace one of them and use the person I recommended." ”

Xu Zhengze's originally casual eyes were dyed with a depression.

Ji Yanjin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who do you recommend?" ”

The corners of Lu Xiao's mouth twitched, "Ningxia, the Ningxia of the pastry room." ”