Chen Weiwei was completely shocked by this sudden scene.

"Weiwei, please promise to marry me, I may be too good at sweet words, but my heart tells me that I must use a lifetime of practical actions to prove that I love you with my heart"

At this moment, on this ordinary dinner table, there are no gorgeous lights, no fiery roses, no romantic scenes or even the affirmative applause of the surrounding crowd, some are just the simplicity of Yanqing, simple to very simple sincerity, every word of the voice comes from the heart, and the mouth is just transmitted.

The kind of promise is sincere like a child, and there is no suspicion of deception mixed with it.

Chen Weiwei sat at the front of the dining table, biting her lip lightly, her eyes were full of flashing tears, she didn't know what kind of language to use to perfectly respond to this lightning proposal, she just looked at Yan Qing and nodded desperately.

After that, Chen Weiwei stayed at home like a reassuring pill and waited for childbirth, and after taking leave, she never went to work in the company and never made a phone call to the company.

"Jingle Jingle Jingle Bell"

One quiet and comfortable morning, Chen Weiwei, who had nothing to do, was holding a paintbrush in the living room listening to music and painting, since Chen Weiwei moved in, the Vannecy gramophone that Yan Qing had been watching as a handicraft ornament turned up, and Yan Qing also specially bought a lot of records from the Leppai vinyl record store for Chen Weiwei to listen to at home.

Hearing the phone ringing, Chen Weiwei got up and took the phone from the coffee table in the living room, it was the phone number of the company's personnel department, if it weren't for seeing this number, Chen Weiwei would almost forget that she was still the manager of the company's public relations department.

"Chen Weiwei, after the decision of the company's senior management, in view of the fact that you have been unable to come to work in the company for a long time, I will inform you that you will be temporarily transferred from the manager of the public relations department to logistics, and you will make a decision after you report to the company."

Chen Weiwei didn't panic when she heard such a notice, she felt that it was enough to be able to stay with Yan Qing for a long time, as for this work, she didn't take it to heart after she was pregnant.

"Okay, I see, thanks"

Chen Weiwei hung up the phone, and without discussing with Yan Qing, she directly dressed and went to the company's personnel to go through the resignation procedures, and resigned from this job, at this time Chen Weiwei was just 7 weeks pregnant.

Chen Weiwei, who returned home, was full of the beautiful scene of being a full-time wife after giving birth, and when she returned home, she looked at the portrait painted for Yan Qing in front of her, touching the baby who was growing up day by day in her belly, and the happiness on her face was red as if she wanted to tell the world that she was the woman Yan Qing loved the most in her life.

That night, she specially cooked a sumptuous meal for Yan Qing.

Yan Qing, who returned home, saw Chen Weiwei who was busy in the kitchen, quietly walked behind her, gently stretched out her hand and hugged her from behind, put her face on her left shoulder blade, and could smell the faint fragrance escaping from her skin with her eyes closed.

"You're always like a feline, silent"

Chen Weiwei freed her left hand and gently touched Yan Qing's cheek, with an ambiguous temperature between her breaths.

"Baby, do you know, I'm going to quit my job today, and I'm at home to protect our unborn baby and you."

Chen Weiwei confessed that she quit her job.

"Just quit, I don't want you to work so hard with your stomach, and it's too dangerous for you."

When Yan Qing heard about the resignation, she did not show any unhappiness, but agreed with Chen Weiwei's decisive approach.

Chen Weiwei is very happy to have such support from Yan Qing, she knows that with Yan Qing's strength, she doesn't care about the milk powder money she earns at work, so Chen Weiwei's stomach stands up day by day under Yan Qing's care, and her round belly has the happiness and testimony of her and Yan Qing.

Chen Weiwei and Yan Qing both faded their youthful youth in the process of advancing these years, and became more and more intellectually mature.

The progress of all life is unpredictable and measurable, Zixi, who is in Shanghai, successfully completed the company's tasks with his superb business ability and returned to Beijing in advance.

Zixi, who was in the dust, didn't have time to go home and put down his luggage after getting off the plane, so he rushed to his villa with the gift he bought for Yan Qing in Shanghai, before getting off the plane, she deliberately looked at the calendar, it was the weekend, Yan Qing should not go out in the villa according to her usual habits, and wanted to surprise him.

She walked out of the Capital International Airport and drove in a taxi towards the Xiangshan villa area with a beautiful vision.

Zixi has been holding the box containing the limited edition watch in his hand, and the box between the palms is full of Zixi's deep feelings for Yan Qing.

Looking through the front window of the taxi, the summer sun pours into the familiar city of Beijing, surrounded by a once familiar qiē, familiar streets, familiar people can never stop running for their dreams, familiar breath even has a refreshing fragrance of flowers wafting from the unheard corners from a distance, the scorching heat of the sun in Zixi's view is not baked and anxious before, but there is a kind of warmth and suitability in autumn.

This watch is not expensive, but this friend who can't speak is in Shanghai to accompany Zixi through the tormented time, and has been silently providing her with support and motivation to continue walking.

Seeing this watch, Zixi, who was in Shanghai before, seemed to see Yan Qing always by his side and never traveled away.

The taxi stopped before it was time to grind a cup of coffee.

"This is the villa area you are talking about, and I will stop at the door"

After hearing this, Zixi poked his head out and looked at the Xiangshan villa area where Yan Qing lived, and because there was still a suitcase in the car, he repeatedly begged the driver to drive in, but the stubborn taxi driver took the money and put down Zixi and left.

Standing at the door of the villa area, she looked at the long-lost and familiar Qiqi in front of her, wishing that she could immediately have the magic of teleportation and go directly to Yan Qing's villa.

She didn't dare to ask Yan Qing to give her a long-lost reunion and a newlywed hug, as long as she could read the warmth and welcome with excitement in Yan Qing's eyes, she would be satisfied.

She seemed to have imagined the scene after getting together with Yan Qing in her mind at this time, and she was excited.

Zixi sped up her pace and walked towards Yan Qing's villa, for this moment, when she left Shanghai, she kept choosing clothes that fitted, constantly modifying her appearance, and constantly practicing every second of breathing, wanting to surprise Yan Qing, even if she really couldn't see the unforgettable touch, she could have a heart-warming word.

Standing at the door of Yanqing Villa, every qiē in front of you is as quiet and elegant as at the beginning of leaving, like a work of art that has been carved over the years without losing its true face.

She stayed for a while, for about ten minutes, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked up the steps to knock on the door.

"Dangdang Dang"

Sitting in the living room painting, Chen Weiwei is holding a paintbrush to paint the ideal color map, which is the way she has been using it since she was pregnant to pass the time, not far away from the Vannesz gramophone spinning vinyl records, jazz music running out and spreading in every corner of the room.

She heard someone knocking on the door, so she got up, stopped her paintbrush, walked over to the gramophone, and turned off the music.

Chen Weiwei was about to walk to the door to open the door when she heard a voice outside the door again.

"Yan Qing, are you at home? Open the door. I'm Zixi."

Chen Weiwei clearly heard the voice from outside the door through this solid wood door that was not very soundproof, "Zixi, she's back" Chen Weiwei, who was silent, stood next to the gramophone, still holding the vinyl record in her hand.

Chen Weiwei was honest, she was a little frightened by Zixi's sudden visit, and she didn't know what unexpected conflicts would happen when Zixi saw herself like this after opening the door.

Zixi knocked on the door many times, but no one answered.

Standing outside the door, she felt that according to Yan Qing's usual life rules, this time must be at home, "Maybe something is going out, it's not the right time to come by yourself" Zixi persuaded herself with an inconclusive reason.

Just when Zixi was about to turn around and leave, the door opened, and Chen Weiwei, who felt that she could not escape the fifteenth day of junior high school, hesitated for a long time and still mustered up the courage to open the door.