“…”

What the heck? I haven't heard of a marriage suitor who doesn't want to hear the answer of the person being proposed! Or are you confident enough to know that I'm going to marry you without having to listen to the answer?

Lu Yiyi rolled his eyes, and was about to argue with Shen Ya about this issue, but who knew that he continued to say delicately in his ear: "Three, two, one." ”

Well? He was looking at his watch.

Lu Yiyi lowered his head and found that Shen Ya had been placing his arms parallel to his neck, looking down and counting.

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a light lit up in the distance, and the left side of the dark city showed an Arabic numeral "one" with the lights of thousands of households.

Immediately from left to right, an Arabic numeral "three" appeared next to "one", and then another "one" appeared to the right, and the last number, Lu Yiyi could think of without guessing, it would definitely be "four".

Speaking of which, the homophony of the names of the two is actually quite harmonious, adding up to 1314, a lifetime.

Ahem, Lu Yiyi used to take the names of the two of them, implying that she would definitely be able to be with Shen Ya, but now that more than eleven years have passed, she has forgotten this tacit understanding.

Looking out from the Eiffel Tower, the lighting meaning of the entire city is simply "I will take the moon and give it to you", which is so brilliant that Lu Yi is overwhelmed.

Before he could come back to his senses, the lights in the city changed shape again, and when they came on again, three words were typed - marry me.

holy-sh-it！ Mr. Shin's way of proposing marriage is more terrifying than writing on the big screen, okay!

The blackout in Paris is not a natural phenomenon, it is deliberately done by a certain emperor to please a certain favorite concubine.

Although how he did it was a mystery to Lu Yiyi. However, at this time, such a trivial matter, does Lu Yiyi still need to think about it?

Lu Yiyi suddenly remembered the jokes of the princes of the Shenya Beacon Fire Opera that night in Tonger Villa.

Depend on! It's not a joke! After you, the Napoleon of the financial world, ran to Napoleon's territory, you really played the princes! It's no wonder that this faint gentleman doesn't need to know her answer to his marriage proposal at all, because Sister Bao Xi will definitely agree.

However, Lu Yiyi still couldn't guess the number of Shen Ya's paths, and just when she thought he didn't need to answer, she heard Shen Ya say: "I made a mistake in the last birthday time, this time the time is just right, do you like this gift?" ”

What girl in the world can not like? If you don't like it, you can stand up, and she Lu Yiyi confronts her!

Lu Yi nodded hurriedly: "I like it." "Don't say that he gave her the lights of thousands of households, even if he gave her a steamed bun, she likes it, so this one, I can only say that I like it so much that I am about to cry with joy, okay?

Then Shen Ya said: "Do you need to answer the above question?" ”

Following Shen Ya's fingers, Lu Yi suddenly realized when he saw the three light words "Marry Me" that had not yet changed shape.

She turned her head to face Shinya, and in the glorious light, under the waiting of champagne, solemnly jerked her head and replied, "Hmm! Marry you. ”

As he spoke, Lu Yiyi suddenly raised his hand, hooked Shen Ya's neck, and under Shen Ya's slightly surprised gaze, he stood on his toes and pressed his lips against Shen Ya's thin lips that were slightly cold, as if he had just come out of a dark cellar.

Actually, Shinya, I'm already married to you, I've been married since a long time ago, of course, I don't mind marrying again, you and I both know the answer, don't we?