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He is dressed in a royal blue casual suit, stepping on British-style casual leather shoes, and his noble momentum is unstoppable.

Xia Lingzhi took a breath and felt that he must be dreaming.

"Cher, come here!" He opened his arms and his aura was full of energy.

At this time, the girls who were talking in the pantry just now happened to come out of the pantry, and the receptionist immediately shouted excitedly: "Come and see, there is an infinitely handsome man who has come to Jiang Xue with a bouquet of roses in his arms." ”

"Yes, yes!" The girls came over to see the excitement.

"Cher, don't you know me?" Xue Ting opened his arms and waited for her.

In the past two years, Xia Ling didn't ask to go over to see him, but Xue Ting refused.

The reason is that she doesn't want her to see his jailed side, he always wants to show his best side to the girl he loves.

Moreover, the Xue family also blocked the news, and announced to the public that the second son of the Xue family had gone abroad for further study.

Xia Ling looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

In the past two years, Xue Ting has changed a lot.

His figure seems to be a little burlier than before, and his temperament is more calm and restrained, exuding a noble aura all over his body, crushing those little fresh meat every minute.

"Xue Ting!" Xia Ling finally came back to his senses from his stunned stupor, and took a few steps forward and threw himself into his arms.

She didn't want to say anything more, she just wanted to experience the reality of being held in his arms, and she just wanted to experience the familiar sense of security that only he could give.

She hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear again like in countless dreams, so she could only tighten up, tighten a little tighter.

Her little face pressed against his chest, enjoying the pleasure of his heart's powerful beat. She was afraid that it was all just a dream.

"Cher, I'm back! It's really back! He hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go again.

At this time, the door of the comic studio is about to explode, and a new discussion has begun:

"Oh, it turns out that Jiang Xue really has a girlfriend!"

"yes, didn't people say it a long time ago."

"Why did you only show up today, otherwise it could have feasted our eyes earlier."

"If I can hold such a male god, I have to have fun in my dreams in this life."

"It's the first time I've seen such a handsome man, it seems like I'm going to lick it!"

"Cut, it's not in vain!"

"You haven't seen the car that Jiang Xue's boyfriend drove over, it's a limited-edition top-of-the-line sports car, it's really beautiful, rich and capricious!"

"Really? Then I really want to lick this man, is it real! ”

"Look, the man is on one knee!"

"Ahh

Xia Ling looked at the man kneeling in front of her on one knee in front of her, and was so surprised that she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Cher, today is your twentieth birthday, and I can't think of anything to give you. So I thought, I'm going to give myself to you, do you want it? ”

Xia Ling hooked his lips lightly, "I can't take such a big gift!" ”

Xue Ting threw a wink at her, "I don't need you to take it, I will stick it myself, do you want it?" ”

This man, is he forced to buy and sell?

Xue Ting took out a hand-carved ring from his suit pocket, the pattern on it was extremely exquisite, "I spent two years carefully carving a ring, and every pattern on it represents my thoughts about you, do you want it?" ”

Oh my God, this was carved by his own hand, and Xia Ling's gaze could no longer take his eyes off the ring, "I want to." She replied without hesitation.

Xue Ting hooked her lips and smiled, and put the ring on her slender jade-like finger, "I and this ring are bundled, and if you want a ring, you have to ask for me." ”

When did this man become so black-bellied?

Xue Ting didn't wait for her to say anything more, he suddenly stood up from the ground, picked up Xia Ling's whole person, and circled on the ground, "Xue'er is mine, Xue'er is mine!" ”

"You clearly said that you yourself are my gift, when will I be yours." Xia Ling was a little dizzy by her, and beat his chest in a trance.

"Isn't it the happiest thing for us to have each other!"

Many years later, when Xia Ling was dying in this world, Xue Ting's words seemed to be floating in his ears: Isn't it the happiest thing for us to have each other!

Of course, in this plane, they also had some hiccups later.

For example, on the first day Xue Ting was just released from prison, he had just proposed to Xia Ling, and when the two of them returned to Xue's house together, they met an uninvited guest.

As soon as the two of them walked into the main villa of the Xue family, they saw a young man of the same age as Jiang Xue sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Xue Ting's brows immediately furrowed together, and Xia Ling's face was emitting a strange brilliance.

She walked over with a tight step, "Aren't you the famous Japanese manga genius Akira Hayama?" ”

The young man got up from the sofa and politely bent over the two people who came in, "I'm Akira Hayama, an overseas Chinese living in Japan." ”

Xia Lingwan smiled, "You are really Akira Hayama, I have read both of your comics, they are really good-looking!" ”

Hayama Akira shook his head modestly, "I have also watched the two "Warmth of the Last Days" and "The Death of the Last Days" by Xue Wuyan, but I don't know why I changed my style later?" Hayama glanced at the man behind Xia Ling.

"This gentleman, I don't know what you are doing in my Xue family?" These house guards didn't know what they were doing, so they let strangers in casually.

Xia Ling only reacted at this time, "How did Mr. Hayama Akira appear here?" ”

"I'm here for you." Yushan Ming looked at Xia Ling solemnly.

"Looking for me?" Xia Ling felt a faint cold aura floating from Xue Ting behind him.

"Before I went to Japan to study manga when I was a child, I heard that my parents had set a doll for me, and the object was Miss Jiang Xue."

As soon as Yushan Ming said this, Xia Ling heard a "rattle" sound behind him, which seemed to be the sound of fingers made by someone clenching his fist.

Xia Ling hurriedly took a step back and held Xue Ting's hand, "I'm sorry Mr. Hayama Ming, I don't know what you're talking about, is there some misunderstanding?" ”

"No, this is a handwritten letter left by your parents and my parents, and a photo of us when we were young." Akira Hayama took things out.

Xue Ting couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to snatch the letters and things in Yushan Ming's hand.

"Ridiculous! What age is it, and the doll is pro! Xue Ting flipped through the photo in his hand and saw the group photo of the two pink and tender dolls together, and his face sank......