"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Joan of Arc felt like a mischievous child, who knew nothing but crying.

Mr. White Jr. didn't answer directly, "Now, let me guess, you should have locked yourself in the café by now, unfolded the hidden counter, turned off all the lights, and lit the incense candles you left behind?" ”

Joan of Arc didn't know how Little White knew so clearly, and even many of the details were clear, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. But I listened patiently.

"I remember I changed all the candles before, and you shouldn't be able to find any candles except my father's favorite violet candle, so you're lighting a violet incense candle now?"

"Yes." I guessed it all right, and I'm Joan of Arc who is most familiar with this café, so why can you say it so clearly?

"Doesn't it smell good? It was my mother's favorite bouquet, and my father, who used to be a very rude and uninteresting man, should be able to tell from his favorite brownie for his sweet cake. ”

"My father actually hated desserts the most, but for the sake of his mother, he began to accept this kind of thing with wine, and after so many years of habit, he was finally able to get used to the taste of brownies."

"But my father's love is wine, and it's really torture to have someone who likes alcohol open a café that's completely different from a bar, but you know, my mother died after giving birth to me."

"Why does an alcoholic who doesn't open a bar insist on opening a café he doesn't like for so long? I can't think of any reason other than love. ”

"My dear Joan of Arc, do you understand?" Little White didn't give Joan of Arc a direct answer, but Joan of Arc understood.

"You and your father, you both love this café, but the café you run is not your will, so you chose me, and you let Elivier come to me because you want to say that you will not run it, and you will make the café never be like that again?"

Joan of Arc felt that her three views needed to be reorganized, and the impact of these things was too great.

"Of course, my dear Joan of Arc has always been so intelligent, I decided to fulfill my father's wish to open a bar and let an alcoholic not drink for so many years, Joan of Arc, it is a very cruel thing, so, my dear, the café will be handed over to you, whether it will be sold or how it will be, it is up to you to decide."

"Dear Joan of Arc, I'll leave this café to you, and maybe many years from now, I'll walk out of the bar for my father and go to my mother's café for a cup of coffee." Little Mr. White seemed to be a little drunk, and began to talk a little inverted.

"Well, dear, I think I'm going to apologize to you, but, dear, can you tell me, where are the remaining candles? You know, what you've hidden, I haven't been able to find. Joan of Arc let go of her mind and began to question Little White.

"Hahaha, guess what, the next time we meet, I want to see the green perilla candle." Little White smiled happily and hung up.

Joan of Arc smiled happily into the microphone, "It's really all changed, but little White, how did you become so naughty?" ”

Joan of Arc didn't look for the candle, but leaned on the table and watched the purple candle burn, "Since your favorite is violet, then the next time Mr. White comes, light this violet candle?" ”

"Aunt Winnie." Joan of Arc gently placed her hand on the edge of the table, yes, this was a place that only Joan of Arc and Little White knew, and after the hidden counter was pulled out, a small nick could be felt under the table. Donne - moi blamc le plus cher。

Aunt Winnie's favorite thing is dear Mr. White, which translates to French as, to my dearest White.

What is it given?

Joan of Arc lifted the hidden counter and lit it with a small candle, a cellar that led to the ground and could only accommodate slender women.

Aunt Winnie was probably afraid that Mr. White would not be able to control herself, so she knew that she only told herself, right? But that little White took the wine that Aunt Winnie gave Mr. White to open a bar, and he was really not afraid of being beaten.

Joan of Arc walked slowly down the stairs into this underground wine cellar, unexpectedly, this wine cellar was amazingly large, but before Joan of Arc could see it, a pair of hands with a little coolness covered Joan of Arc's eyes.

"Honey, you're really too smart." Behind him was the voice of Mr. White Jr.

"Wells?" Joan of Arc called Mr. White Jr.'s nickname and felt a slight vibration behind him, was it so funny? Good over-the-top feeling.

"Honey, don't be in a hurry to open your eyes and follow me to a place." Mr. White gently nudged Joan of Arc in one direction, "Watch your step, okay, now lift your foot, okay, don't open your eyes yet." ”

Joan of Arc obediently didn't open her eyes, but she heard the sound of something moving away, "Okay, dear, you can open your eyes." ”

Joan of Arc saw everything in front of her and couldn't help but cover her mouth, "What is this, when did you prepare it?" ”

In front of him was a huge heart made of high and low wine glasses, and in each of them was a small candle, the same scented candle that Joan of Arc had lit earlier.

The beautiful colored scented candle floated in the water, I don't know how long it had been preparing, Joan of Arc thought about the temperature of those hands just now, "How long have you been swinging?" ”

"Honey, that's not the point." Wells White knelt on one knee and held a beautiful bouquet of violetes, "My dear is my mother's favorite bouquet, my father has proved with time that he has loved my mother all his life, and I now want to use the eternal flower to propose to you, I wonder if the beautiful Joan of Arc can marry me?" ”

"Joan of Arc in history is a heroine, she doesn't need to be guarded, but you are my Joan of Arc, please give me a chance to protect you. Is it good, Joan of Arc Alice? ”

Joan of Arc took the bouquet, "You've come to this point, how can I not accept it?" ”

With a cold ring on his fingers and warm lips on his lips, Joan of Arc thought that the luckiest decision she had ever made in her life was to promise Aunt Winnie to take care of the stupid father and son.

"Is the kiss over? I'm freezing to death. Ellivier's voice came from the side, and she was still wearing the waitress suit she wore during the day.

"You can't let such a specified lawyer freeze here for the sake of marriage proposal! I'm telling you, Wells, even though we're classmates, I'm going to add money. "Erivier was clearly unhappy with Wells, Mr. White Jr., for showing affection.

"Elivier, you came here because you lost the bet, and my father's will was entrusted to your mentor, are you sure you want to add money?" Wells laughed like a fox.

"Wells, do you believe that I don't notarize you and introduce better people to your Joan of Arc?" Ellivier was visibly a little inward-looking.

"My dear, you say that you are my Joan of Arc, how can it be taken away by others? And, my dear, you seem to have forgotten that your previous performance made Joan of Arc dislike it, do you feel that what you introduced, Joan of Arc will believe it? Joan of Arc couldn't help but twist her head and snicker.

"I've served you, I can show my affection if I sign a fair sign, I tell you, I won't give the gift money, and the candy will be mailed to my unit. Hurry up and sign it, and I'll go back and file it. Ellivier finally took a step back.

But he still muttered quietly, "I knew it was so cold here, so I secretly hid a down jacket, and if I had to propose in the wine cellar, I wouldn't be afraid of accidents." ”

Wells instructed Joan of Arc to sign at the signing place, and after checking it, handed it to Ellivier, "Honey, your mumbling is too loud, if you don't want me to hear it, be quiet next time." ”

Erivier signed his name and patted one of them on Wells' chest, "Thank you." ”

Then Elivier went out through the other exit of the cellar, where only Wells and Joan of Arc remained.

"Honey, can you explain what happened to you now?" Joan of Arc is not so easy to fool, this time it is a new account and an old account together.

Instead of rushing to confess, Wells pointed to the giant candle heart, "Honey, didn't you notice anything wrong here?" ”

Joan of Arc looked at it for a while, only to realize that the colorful colors, missing purple and green, purple is easy to say, it's upstairs, so where did the green go? Joan of Arc turned her gaze to Wells.

"My dear, if you want to know the answer, you can find the green candle, if you can't find it, we will talk to me after registering, of course I prefer that you can't find the green candle, and we will talk about it after we get married."

"Where's the green candle?" Joan of Arc didn't want to be so easily entangled, "Honey, the green candle is here, and you can see it every day, if you really can't find it, we can go and register early tomorrow morning." ”

Wells gave a hint, but never where the candle was, and Joan of Arc began to think about what she could see every day, but after thinking about it, she couldn't think of where the candle could be.

As Joan of Arc herself said before, what Wells hid was never found, Joan of Arc decided to go up and take a look, and it was really no clue to think like this.

Wells reluctantly extinguished the candles in the cellar, and then chased after him, why can't he marry him directly, what is such a vain effort.

Wells felt that he shouldn't have mentioned candles, and just said that it would be good to get married.