He actually walked off the stage, walked in front of Luo Qingxue in person, and stretched out his hand to her!

Suddenly, all the eyes, including the highlights of the stage at this time, and the lighting engineer also gathered on Luo Qingxue!

Under everyone's eyes, what they saw was a cold cloud in a black Armani suit, tall and handsome, like a prince, towards Luo Qingxue, who was wearing a fiery red skirt, stretched out her hand towards her!

In an instant, even people who don't like to read fairy tales think of only one word - the story of the prince and Cinderella, it really came true!

Under the dazzling light, Luo Qingxue looked surprised, but on her face, in addition to surprise, there was more than that, but it was a shy and happy expression!

The light reflected her slightly powdered face, which was extraordinarily beautiful. At this moment, she was a little scared, a little worried, but there was more and more sweetness.

She has always been unconfident, because of her background, because of her work, because of her variety.

To be honest, even if she reverts to becoming the eldest lady of the Long family, it seems that Lan Aiqing is now. However, in front of Leng Yunting, she was also cautious and respectful.

However, Leng Yunting seemed to be domineering at the beginning, but as time went by, the two became more and more familiar, and their relationship became more and more stable, and he never showed that kind of attitude towards her.

On the contrary, although he is domineering and strong, he is also affectionate and active.

Being able to know him is the greatest luck in her life. Being able to fall in love with him is also the only color in her unfortunate life.

Yunting, I love you.

In the eyes of everyone, she placed her slender and white hand, gently, in his big palm.

The moment the fingertips touched, the eyes of the two people touched. No more negative emotions of pain, resentment, hatred, worry, fear, etc.

In her eyes, in her heart, in the palm of her hand, there was only him-

And when her slightly cold, wet fingertips touched his palm, he could feel her nervousness, her joy, her uneasiness.

Looking up, I met her eyes, and all that came out of her eyes was a deep love for him.

At that moment, he seemed to have a feeling of a lifetime - as if his father had held his mother's hand, and he had never left him after decades of ups and downs.

What swears and swears, what the sky is falling apart, he doesn't believe it.

What he can feel the deepest, and what he feels the most, is the kind of parents - they are close to each other, holding your hand, and slowly growing old with you.

Perhaps, before, he would still have a little doubt, doubt, although he is very attentive to Luo Qingxue now, but is she really the woman I idealize?

Can I really hold her hand and grow old slowly, and I won't get tired of it for the rest of my life?

You know, waiting for leisure changes people's hearts. The human heart is the most difficult thing to fathom. If you still love today, you will probably face each other tomorrow.

But when he took his hand and looked into her eyes, she had only himself in her eyes, and so did he.

At this moment, he immediately understood:

That's her.

There was no one else but her.

Her birth, her upbringing, her past and present, are all about meeting herself.