Then there are earrings, rings.

When wearing the ring, Jiang Yingchi held her hand for a long time and didn't move, Ning Qiluo wondered if the ring was too small and inappropriate, until he held her hand, lowered his head, and dropped a kiss on her ring finger.

That kiss burned the tip of Ning Qiluo's heart.

Suddenly, a sense of ritual arose.

Make her feel like she is in the scene of being proposed to by him, and he is putting this ring on her ring finger to symbolize love......

When the ring was put on her middle finger, Ning Qiluo came back from this trance, feeling slightly lost, she thought he would put the ring on her ring finger.

Soon I thought about it again, wearing a middle finger, the size is appropriate, and the ring finger must be small and inappropriate.

"What were you thinking just now?"

He asked her suddenly, his eyes like a mist peeling away, staring deeply at her.

The two looked at each other.

Ning Qiluo had a feeling of being seen through, but she didn't say it, and he might not really be able to guess it, so she replied casually: "Sense of ceremony." ”

"What sense of ritual?" He asked.

Ning Qiluo said that he was also bored, so she had to ask clearly, but she didn't want to say what she was really thinking just now, so it seemed that she was not reserved, and maybe she would be laughed at by him.

"It's just a sense of ritual......"

"A sense of sacred ritual?"

Why does "......" have to be sacred?

Oh, she knew, that represented the wedding hall, and only that moment was the most sacred.

Ning Qiluo's eyes began to dodge, but she didn't look at him, and the words in her mouth were floating around: "I don't know what is sacred, and there are many rituals, such as the rituals of life, the rituals of doing one thing......"

A bunch of irrelevant spat.

She almost forgot to get down to business.

"I've got to get in." She tried to withdraw her hand.

Only then did he realize that he had long since known when, holding her hand tightly, and he couldn't pump for a while.

Finally re-meeting his deep gaze, Ning Qiluo heard him say to her in a flat tone: "Ah Luo, you must marry me and be my Mrs. Jiang, okay?" ”

It was a deliberate statement, and he spoke to her very seriously.

Even if the atmosphere is not suitable for this moment, after all, the sense of ritual is a thing that can easily make people laugh.

But when he said this to her, Ning Qiluo found that what sense of ritual and what sacredness were all thrown out of the clouds. Nothing is really needed.

Just a look, a word, represents all that he has open for her.

Ning Qiluo nodded at him, and then said, "Okay." ”

"Words count." He chuckled lowly.

Because she promised him.

Ning Qi Luonunu mouthed: "I know, you said, if you don't talk anymore, you will be struck by lightning." ”

"Good memory." He boasted.

Ning Qiluo flattered him with a smile: "It's not because Uncle Jiang taught him well. ”

Without saying a word, he grabbed her lips and kissed her fiercely.

This kiss put a lot of lipstick on Ning Qiluo's lips on his lips. He has a handsome face, deep facial features, and vermilion on his lips.

But now I can only be greedy.

"I'm going down?"

"Hmm." He nodded his head.

The doors opened.

Before Ning Qiluo got out of the car, he said, "I'm waiting for you here." ”

It's still more than an hour, so how long will it take......