Although Yan He shouted Tuan Tuan, his low voice was more like he was talking to himself.

Did he really win the Best Actor award at the Welling International Film Festival?

Did his Tuan Tuan really agree to marry him and give him all the household registration books?

Will he really have such good luck?

Probably because of his childhood encounters, he will habitually question any good thing that happens to him.

It's as if a person who has been possessed by a declining god since childhood, and one day suddenly bought a lottery ticket and won the jackpot of five million.

He's worried, he's scared, he's even scared.

He was afraid that all this was fake, that it was all his own delusion, and that a perfect fantasy bubble would be punctured if he encountered a little pebble.

Jiang Bo looked at the little mint lying on the bed tightly holding her household registration book, obviously something was wrong, raised her little short legs and moved two steps on the bed, and then slapped Yan He's face again.

"Meow?!" Stupid mint, what are you doing?

Suddenly had a convulsion? Why do you lie in bed and look like you want to die or live?

Is it because of what he said yesterday that he regrets suddenly not wanting to get married?

If you don't want to tie the knot, then don't tie it, what's the matter, as for this?

Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, the little mint is still that fragile little mint.

A silvery-white light flashed, and the silver-haired girl reappeared on the bed, taking the kitten's original place.

Jiang Bo still had one hand on Yan He's face at this time, so he simply used his hand hard and kneaded a few handfuls on Stupid Mint's face.

This touch, soft and simply Q bomb, really makes the cat want to stop!

"Hey, what are you thinking? If you don't want to get married, you won't get married, why do you make such a tangled expression? ”

I don't know if it was Jiang Bo's hand rubbing Yan He's face that worked, or the "marriage" in the sentence he said just now played a role, in short, Yan He, who was still in his own strange circle just now and couldn't get out at all, seemed to suddenly return to reality at this second.

A carp stood directly on the bed, turned to look at the mattress that was being bounced up, and Jiang Bo, who was full of confusion, and then suddenly answered the question she just said loudly.

"Get married, I want to! How don't you want to! I want to marry you every day! Because I miss you, I have forgotten a lot of the thank-you speech I prepared in advance this morning, which is why I only said a few words! ”

Looking at Yan He, who was trying to put gold on his face, he was holding Jiang Bo's household registration book tightly in his hand at this time, and he refused to let go.

Jiang Bo quietly looked at the little mint running the train with his mouth full of silence for a moment, then sat up as well, raised his head and tilted his head, and then hooked his finger at him.

Yan He saw Jiang Bo like this, his silver hair slipped off his shoulders with the movement of his head, and he quickly squatted down very obediently, and then came to Jiang Bo and sat down.

And Jiang Bo reached out and grabbed the other party's collar the moment Silly Mint leaned over, and directly raised his head slightly to block it.

It seems that Mint is still too insecure, and he has to find a way to make him feel more secure.

It wasn't until both of them were panting slightly that Jiang Bo let go of Little Mint's already crumpled collar.

“…… You ......" Yan He regained his air, and the whole person looked at Jiang Bo a little stupid.

"What are you? Tell me, what were you thinking about just lying there? Jiang Bo stretched out his hand and poked Yan He's chest, his voice was not very sharp, but there was a bit of provocation in his half-closed eyes.

"I, no, I didn't think about anything...... I was just happy, and then I was so excited...... There's really nothing else, I'm so happy that you're willing to marry me......"

Yan He suddenly became nervous, but he resolutely refused to admit what he was thinking when he was in the fugue just now, and even stammered because of his weak heart, and his words were a little incompatible.