Falling on the beautiful face that is not an exaggeration to say that it is a whole city and a country, Mu Danchen's voice carried 120,000 sincerity:

"For her, I have the belief that I will join hands with her white head, not covet her external beauty on a whim. A person's skin will eventually grow old with the passage of time, but I just want to grow old with her until my temples are as white as frost. ”

His eyes are shining, and he is full of infinite anticipation for the future:

"So I hope that my future will have her, and in her world, there will be footprints with me."

In other words, the future he longed for and hoped for had included Luo Yi in it, and as long as she wanted to, she would be his wife until death.

Such sincere and sincere words cannot be said to be untrustworthy and affectionate.

But to achieve such a premise that is almost a dream, she must be willing.

Yes, it had to be her willingness.

Hearing such heartfelt words, Ling Junxuan, who had been silent, had far-reaching and dark eyes, which made it impossible to see clearly.

The corners of his lips fluttered, Mu Danchen leaned forward slightly from the wine bottle he was holding, and after touching the one placed in front of Ling Junxuan, he raised his head and drank a large sip of the cold and mellow aroma.

Naturally lowering the hand holding the bottle to his lap, he poked his eyes into those beautiful and far-reaching eyes, and continued to utter moving words:

"I'm sure she's the person I've been looking for and want to spend my life with. Therefore, I will not give up on her. ”

His eyes were bright and dazzling, and his words were conclusive.

His clear statement fully shows where his position lies.

He is bound to win.

Ling Junxuan elegantly picked up a white towel in a delicate small rattan basket, he first wiped off the layer of fine water droplets that came out of the wine bottle, then wiped his hands, and finally folded the towel neatly and returned to its original position, returning to the form of another white towel.

The two towels were as high and low as new, as if they had been sitting there all along, never separated.

The slender fingers grasped the black wine bottle, looking at the cold liquid that was faintly rippling inside, the firmness in Ling Junxuan's eyes was not in vain

, Looking at the strong opponent, on his beautiful face with a slight pink, the two stamen-like lips lightly opened:

"Let's each do what we can."

Although the voice of these words was low and shallow, the momentum between the words was compelling, and it was fully revealed.

He is also the Lord who has decided that he will not give up easily.

This time, it was he who raised the bottle and touched Mu Danchen, raised his head, and drank the cold wine in the gulp.

At this point, both of them have understood each other's intentions, and they have also understood each other's serious dedication to the beauty.

No one has ever shown half a point of giving up and losing words.

It's good, since neither of them will let go, then there is only fair competition.

With a curl of his lips, Mu Danchen placed a freshly opened bottle of dark beer in front of him again.

"Okay, respect our fair play, do it."

Mu Danchen raised the almost full dark beer in his hand and touched Ling Junxuan, who was holding the bottle. On his handsome face, a smile as bright as the sun appeared.

The crunch sound of "bang" is the sound of glass touching glass, which gently echoes and dissipates gently in this gray space.

Such a sound indicates the beginning of the real competition and competition between the two.

Their eyes mingled in mid-air, and a moment later, the two of them smiled in unison, and when they looked up, they poured the cold liquid into their throats, bringing them a hearty pleasure.

They are all frank and broad-minded men, so they have a sense of sympathy for each other.

Almost at the same time, the two of them held up the bottles that they had drunk and touched each other in the air again, which was regarded as a promise to honor them.

From then on, they were strong rivals until the other succeeded in winning the hearts of the beauties and let go, and at the end, he wanted to offer them his most sincere wishes.

Opening the last bottle of dark beer in the ice bucket and handing it over, Mu Danchen clicked on the display on the tempered glass table, and his slender fingertips swiped.

He ordered another half dozen 1965 stouts, after which he slid to the small microphone icon located in the upper left corner of the screen.

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