Recently, Mr. Xi has been pondering a serious problem – he doesn't seem to have proposed to someone yet. And now, they are sitting on the plane from Helsinki to City A, going to attend the wedding of Brother Anji, alas, Xi Xichen sighed softly, why did he go to someone else's wedding!

The back of his hand is gently supporting the left side of his face, and his eyes are lazily looking at someone next to him who is looking down at a magazine.

Putting down the magazine, An Jian pondered and picked out a red drink from the tray in the flight attendant's hand, and then leaned over to Xi Xichen and brought the drink to his lips, "Take a sip, is there any alcohol?" ”

Xi Xichen took a small sip idly, "No." ”

"It tastes good." A voice of satisfaction rang out a moment later.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've been on the same plane." An Ji tilted his head.

"Yes." That's why Mr. Xi reluctantly made it difficult, condescended to his dignity, and traveled thousands of miles to attend someone else's wedding.

"It's interesting." An Ji blinked.

Half an hour later, a certain head rested on the shoulder of the man next to him, and he was already sleeping soundly.

Xi Xichen shook his head, lowered his head and lightly imprinted a kiss on that sweet sleeping face, and stretched out his hand to signal the flight attendant to bring a thin blanket.

Park Zheng's wedding scene was lively and festive.

Xi Xichen leaned against the wall and looked faintly at a certain place in the field.

"What a coincidence!"

Looking back, I was a little surprised to see Nian Yi on this occasion.

Nian Yi approached with a wine glass and explained casually, "The woman is my cousin. ”

Xi Xichen smiled faintly.

Nian Yi took a sip of wine and looked at somewhere in the venue, "To be honest, your one is really special." ”

"Thank you." Flat tone.

Nian Yi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Should you call me big brother?" ”

Xi Xichen raised his eyebrows lightly, "The senior said that it was far away." ”

It's really a bit far, in fact, Nian Yi is just joking, "Don't forget to send me an invitation when you get married." ”

"Nature."

Before walking away, Nian Yi smiled sideways, "By the way, that person is now in CZ Entertainment, planning behind the scenes, it's very good, heh, I admire you for that." After saying that, he laughed again, waved away, and gaged into the crowd.

The beautiful eyes slowly narrowed, and the lazy eyes followed the beautiful figure, and then did not move away, muttering to themselves, "Marriage-marriage, this, how to come?" Graceful fingers tapped at the clasped arms.

Three days later, a certain gentleman, who was extremely intelligent and intelligent, finally admitted that he seemed to be facing another major problem in his life.

Candlelit dinner? Beach by the sea? Yacht? Broadcast of the program? Into a truckload of flowers? God, it's all so—not feasible!

In the study, Xi Xichen leaned on the desk with his forehead handsomely, looking at the documents at hand with three distractions, and still meditating on two words with seven distractions.

I glanced up at someone not far away, who was lying on a chaise longue at the moment, flipping through a book - I could have simply tied her up and taken her to the Civil Affairs Bureau, but - this was obviously not a wise and gentlemanly ploy.

Mr. Xi stroked his forehead and groaned.

"That's right, Xi Chen." An Ji, who was looking at the idle book, was actually the wedding photo of Brother Park Zheng, suddenly spoke up, very carelessly, and asked lightly, "When are we going to get married?" ”

The delicate fountain pen "snapped" and fell heavily to the ground!

(Well, in the end, it turned out to be An Ji's "unintentional" proposal?!) ）

"Thank you, by my side......" The clear voice of the dark night muttered softly between the pink lips.

The end point, another origin of the ring.

"Check! What can they find? ”

"Uncle Jane, don't you think it's more effective to unite some political parties at this time?" Nonchalant to the point of almost indifference.

"You mean ......"

"By the way, Uncle Jane," the cold tone couldn't help but ripple, and he whispered with a light smile, "I remember, your daughter has been away from China for six years, right?" ”

The old man's voice paused, and he sighed, "Xiao Ji, yes, that child," after a long silence, "that child-Xi Chen, do you think I should let her come back?" ”

"Uncle Jian thinks so, after all, he is your daughter, isn't he?" The smile on the corner of his mouth was cold and warm.