Jing Jiaren took out something from her pocket: "I got this when I was drinking milk tea today." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Chinese.."

"What is it?"

"Have you ever heard of the legend that if the tab of a can is broken and the drink is not opened, it means that the tab is chosen by God, and it can bring good luck when worn as a ring?"

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows lightly: "How old are you, you still believe this." ”

"I believe it, I think, it's a hint from the heavens—" Jing Jiaren picked up Simon Longting's hand, "When are you going to marry me?" ”

Ximen Longting's big palm froze instantly.

"Since this pull ring is so lucky, if it is used as an engagement ring, will it be successful?"

She looked up faintly into his eyes.

Simon Longting's eyes became extremely deep and complex.

"I'll put it on for you—and I'm going to let you agree to marry me."

Jing Jiaren was about to put it on his ring finger for him, but he grabbed her hand and avoided her from putting the pull tab on him.

"Jing Jiaren," he leaned against her lips and exhaled ambiguously, "I heard you right, are you proposing to me?" ”

"Yes."

"Do you really want to marry me?"

"Yes, I want to marry you, I really want to marry you immediately-" Jing Jiaren's eyes were clear and mirrored, reflecting his shadow, "Then will you marry me." When will you marry me? ”

Two great emotions, joy and sorrow, swept away him.

He didn't expect that one day, it would be Jing Jiaren who proposed to him-

And he, at this time, can't give her any promises!

The silence in the space for a long time, every minute and second grinding in Jing Jiaren's heart, turned into the most cruel torture.

If a man refuses to even give her marriage, what kind of love can he talk about? In addition to giving her material satisfaction, what else has Simon Longting given her besides talking about love every day?

There is no sense of security at all, and he has no sense of responsibility at all.

"Or do you want to tell me that you never intended to marry me?" Jing Jiaren's cold voice asked, "You once said that I am not worthy of marrying into the Ximen family, and the position of Ximen's young grandmother will never be my turn." Do you still think so? ”

"Of course not," he kissed the root of her ear, "I will never marry you in my life." ”

"Then you agreed to marry me?"

"Beauty, it's not time yet." He said coldly, "Wait for me." ”

"Okay, wait for you. One year, two years, five years, ten years? How long? Give me a deadline? ”

Ximen Longting stared at her: "You heard our conversation?" ”

"What conversation?"

Didn't hear how her reaction could be so weird today?

Simon Longting stared at her inquiringly.

Jing Jiaren seemed to suddenly remember: "I remember, don't you, do you want to say, after I divorce that nominal husband, you will marry me again?" ”

Ximen Longting took a heavy breath, and sure enough, she heard it.

Jing Jiaren didn't laugh angrily, and looked at him with her lips pursed: "You give me an answer." ”

Sweet words are nice, but how did he do it!

"Are you angry?" Simon Longting's mind sank and began to panic.

"No, why should I be angry?"

"Your reaction tells me you're angry."

"I want to know what you think, you can tell me. Anyway, you're going to arrange for me to get married, and sooner or later you can't hide this from me, so why don't you tell me frankly? ”