The people in black dragged Su Qianqian down.

This time, Su Qianqian didn't struggle at all, her face was like ashes.

She saw everything in her eyes just now, and knew that it was not Lu Jiuyan who was easy to get along with.

Lu Jiuyan is still the Lu Jiuyan rumored by outsiders.

He does change.

It's just that that person is Su Nuo.

Even though Su Qianqian didn't want to believe this fact, it was clear that these were the facts.

Su Qianqian was taken down, and Steward Lan closed the door again, standing outside the door, and couldn't help sighing.

Pity their boss, this marriage proposal that they worked so hard to come up with seems to be smashed!

In the room, Su Nuo took a serious look at it again at this time.

"Wow!"

I couldn't help but marvel, my apricot eyes were like clear streams, glowing with soft waves.

"When did you get it, it looks so good."

Su Nuo kicked off the high heels on his feet, stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet, and his white and tender little hands were punctured one by one, and the soap bubbles flew up.

"Hee-hee, it's fun."

Then, barefoot, the room was full of chasing bubbles and poking them.

Sure enough, it was different from what I thought I wanted to propose.

Thinking about it, Lu Jiuyan walked into the toilet again and took out the bouquet of pink roses on the sink.

"Su Nuo."

Walking to the door, he shouted.

"Ahh Su Nuo stopped his hand and turned around slightly, his eyes were empty. Tender red. Lips, too, slightly open.

At this time, turning around and looking at the bouquet in his hand, Su Nuo smiled, and the pear vortex on his lips was slightly shallow.

"Marry me."

Lu Jiuyan walked over slowly, reached out and handed the bouquet to her.

Su Nuo's eyes are soft. Soft, and then nodded heavily.

"Okay."

Su Nuo's white and tender little hand stretched out and held the bouquet of flowers.

When she was holding the bouquet, Lu Jiuyan picked up a piece of light yarn from the side and gently covered Su Nuo's head.

Su Nuo blinked Qing Lingling's water eyes and looked at Lu Jiuyan through the hazy white veil.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a light smile.

Lu Jiuyan took her hand and asked her to sit down again, and he squeezed her hand again, wanting to put on high heels for her.

Her little feet, white and soft, and small, were not as long as his palms.

Pinched in the palm of the hand, it was soft, as if pinching a ball of cotton.

"It hurts."

Su Nuo frowned and shouted with a snort.

Lu Jiuyan pinched the hand of his little foot, paused slightly, and instantly felt that his mouth was a little dry.

Slender fingers, gently loosen the neckline.

His long, narrow eyes tinged with a dull hue, and he put on her shoes again.

"Come with me."

Lu Jiuyan took her hand and leaned towards her again, and when Su Nuo gently rested his little hand in his elbow, the two walked outside together.

When they reached the door, Steward Lan heard the sound and hurriedly opened the door for them outside.

At the same time, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and contacted Wei Ting downstairs, and everything could be arranged.

The hall downstairs was already overcrowded at this time.

After all, it's Lu Jiuyan.

It is also the first time in more than ten years that the Lu family has held a banquet, and it is unprecedentedly prosperous.

Li Xingshen was under low pressure, standing there, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his face was cold.

"Poof—"

Li Xinghai walked over and sneered coldly.

He held the wine glass, gently sent it to Li Xingshen, and collided with the wine glass in his hand.