A four-fast dance song sounded again.

Ruan Haocheng reluctantly let go of Tian Xinmiao's lips, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and then moved to the tape recorder with Tian Xinmiao in his arms, and pressed the stop button of the tape recorder.

"Wife, shall we listen to music?"

The rhythm of the dance music didn't seem to suit what he was going to do next.

"Okay, I'll listen to my husband."

Tian Xinmiao struggled to suppress the question of where his money came from, and leaned happily in his arms.

Ruan Haocheng put the tape of light music into the tape recorder and pressed the play button.

The first song is Liang Zhu, which seems to be a little inappropriate.

Ruan Haocheng fast-forwarded the tape.

The second is a saxophone song called 'Homecoming'.

Ruan Haocheng, who felt good, did not fast forward again.

He poured one-third of the red wine into his glass, and then filled Tian Xinmiao's red wine to one-third.

"Daughter-in-law—"

Tian Xinmiao understood what he meant, raised his cup and touched it, and drank it slowly at the same time as him.

Ruan Haocheng poured another third in each of the cups of the two.

Then, he hugged Tian Xinmiao and walked to the middle of the living room.

Letting go of the hand that was holding her waist, and suddenly she fell to one knee.

Tian Xinmiao was surprised for a moment, and suddenly there was sourness in his eyes.

Is her silly boy going to 'propose' to her?

"Daughter-in-law, wait for me—"

Ruan Haocheng raised his eyes to look at her, and his hand reached into his trouser pocket.

In the movie, he proposed like this, and his daughter-in-law has worked hard with him for so many years, so there should be such a proposal ceremony.

When his hand came out of his trouser pocket, he held a square, relatively thick box in his palm.

He opened it, took out the smaller silver ring inside, closed the box and put it in his pocket.

His right hand held up the ring, and his left hand held up Tian Xinmiao's left hand.

"Miao Miao, are you willing to marry me?"

"Haocheng, silly boy, I—I'm willing—"

Tian Xinmiao's voice was a little trembling, with a hint of joy, but more of an indescribable sweet and sour.

It's been nine years, and it's been nine years since he and she were married.

Aside from the first two years of separation, the two of them were almost inseparable.

The so-called 'seven-year itch' doesn't seem to be happening.

Her silly boy loves her, loves her, and spoils her, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Such a stupid boy, how could she not want to marry him?

Ruan Haocheng slowly put the ring on the ring finger of Tian Xinmiao's left hand.

"Miao Miao, you will be my person in the future, and you can only pretend to me, think of me, and miss me in your heart in the future."

"Well, I'm Haocheng, I only have you in my heart, and I only think about you every day."

Ruan Haocheng slowly stood up with the corners of his mouth bent and hugged Tian Xinmiao tightly into his arms.

"Daughter-in-law, this ring is platinum, I don't think the gold one is good on the finger."

He felt a little dazzling, and it was a little more low-key and luxurious in platinum.

The price of platinum is slightly higher than that of gold, which is again a significant expense.

Tian Xinmiao suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another ring in the box.

Tian Xinmiao raised his right hand and stretched out in front of Ruan Haocheng, "Haocheng, give me the box." ”

"Box?"

Ruan Haocheng understood in the hint that Tian Xinmiao was pouting at his trouser pocket.

He reached out and took out the box and put it in Tian Xinmiao's palm.

"Daughter-in-law, are you—are you going to put the ring away?"

It seems that the daughter-in-law does not like to wear rings.