"If you go up, it's a big deal to die and be reborn again, maybe I will become white and rich in the next life." She stepped out and sat on her side. The words were impassioned, but the hands were holding his waist stiffly.

"I'll let you be Bai Fumei this year." A smile tugged at the corner of Cassifil's mouth, and he found it difficult to keep a straight face with her.

Mu Xiaoran sat in the back and was terrified, staggering all the way to the tallest downstairs in Germany.

As soon as she got out of the car, she thanked God that she was still alive. "Thank God for mercy and let her still live."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die if I'm dead." He led her skillfully to the top of the building.

It was heartwarming for her to hear this, and at this moment she had completely forgotten that this building should be closed.

Mu Xiaoran stepped forward only to find that there were two stools here, which were really humane enough.

She sat there, pulling out a bag of food to eat. When you are thirsty, you drink a drink, and you take out your tablet to search for Wi-Fi.

She looked at the plot of the male protagonist and the female protagonist proposing to the female protagonist on TV with her eyes shining. "Wow, it's so romantic, it's romantic, marry him and marry him."

Cassifil glanced at it indifferently, she didn't understand that women like to watch such a qualityless TV series for anything. "I don't think our proposal is more romantic than his?"

"Marriage proposal? When was this? ”

"It's your birthday."

"That's not counting, I don't have a wedding ring."

"Why don't we go out of the water and get it out!" He found that she was unreasonable and funny, and deliberately teased her.

Mu Xiaoran glanced at him. "You're sick! It's been so long since I went to fish, and it's long gone. ”

"I'm pretty sure I'm not sick."

Mu Xiaoran saw him say such words seriously, and once again found that he had no talent for humor. "Okay, you're not sick, I'm sick."

Did Cassefil find out if he had said the wrong thing again?

"Little Dye ......"

"Little Dye ......"

Mu Xiaoran ignored him, a stupid goose, and wanted to get angry when he couldn't say a few words to him.

"Xiao Ran, I'll take you to eat what you like?"

"No, I'm not a pig."

"Then I'll take you shopping for clothes?"

"No, I've got clothes."

"So let's play? I'll take you wherever you want, or why don't we go on a bike? He was trying to make her angry.

Mu Xiaoran finally turned his head to look at him. "Aren't we here to see a meteor shower?"

"Then you can go play first." In fact, he said that watching meteor showers is nonsense, but the situation forced Allah to forgive him.

Mu Xiaoran refused without thinking about it. "No, I'm going to wait for a meteor shower."

An hour later.

"Phil, where's the meteor shower?"

"I'm waiting, it's coming soon."

Three hours later

"It's all a little meteor shower?"

"Waiting." The two snuggled up to each other, and Mu Xiaoran's eyes were already closed.

Five hours later.

"What about meteor showers?"

"It's over, good, sleep." Casifel patted her on the back, but luckily she was asleep, and the meteor shower was a cover-up.

He took out his phone and called for someone to drive the car.

Gently carried her down, and carried her home, she hadn't woken up yet.

Cassiffel gently laid her down and fell asleep beside her, tired.

A few days later, the designers sent the wedding dress.

And in the past few days, Mu Xiaoran has followed Casifel all the way around Germany, and her vision has become more and more broad.