"I don't want to!"

Mo Jiangye opened his eyes and looked at the woman who was half-kneeling in front of him, and he grabbed her with his big hand and dragged her into his arms.

"You ......"

"How can one life be enough? If I don't agree to you, no matter how you say it, you will have to live for life. ”

She sat on his lap and smiled, then leaned into his ear: "Mo Jiangye, are you willing to marry Ye Erruo as your wife and live with her in the sacred marriage contract?" Whether sick or healthy, poor or rich, are you willing to love, respect, and protect her? And are you willing to never abandon her and love her for the rest of your life? ”

She repeated what she had just said again, replacing her life with life.

Mo Jiangye glanced at the warm clothes in the room and said in a hoarse voice: "I am willing." ”

"So, Ye Erruo, would you like to marry Mo Jiangye as your husband and live with him in a sacred marriage contract? Whether it is illness or health, poverty or wealth, you are willing to love him, respect him, and be willing to never abandon him, love him for the rest of your life as a man, not good to men other than Mo Jiangye, including sons, you can only be a little bit nicer to your son, you will not let him surpass your husband in your heart, you will not snub your husband because of your son, don't ......"

Ye Erruo was dumbfounded, and he kept listening to him say in his ear, and he kept talking for nearly two minutes.

"Huh? Would you like to? ”

"I ......"

"Say it quickly."

"I do."

"Hmm~ good baby." He snatched the ring from her hand and put it on for her, the corners of his lips rising.

Yeerruo looked at him without blinking, and when he put the ring on, she put it on him again.

There was also red wine on the piano.

Ye Erruo took two glasses of red wine and put them into his hands, looked at the beautiful liquid in the glasses with a gentle face, and then drank a glass of wine with him.

"You got all this?" His hoarse voice was sexy.

"When did you get it?"

"I got it a long time ago." She said softly.

Most of the things in the room are handmade, and even some of the flowers are folded with colored paper.

Mo Jiangye hugged her and stroked the ring, which was the best-looking, most precious, and most meaningful priceless treasure he had ever received.

Almost everything in the room was made by Ye Erruo's own hands, not as gorgeous as the wedding proposal he gave him, but it was also the warmest nest.

"Why did you bring in the ugly boy?" He gritted his teeth in her ear.

"We're family."

"Is this our wedding?" He asked in a whisper as he bit her ear.

Ye Erruo snuggled in his arms: "Maybe it's a little shabby, and there is no way to hold a normal wedding now." ”

"I love it."

Ye Erruo pursed her lips and saw that he had been touching the ring on his hand, and suddenly, the smile on the corner of her mouth was gradually constricting.

She lifted her hand to look at the ring on her hand, then took the two rings they had just replaced, and she put them together and looked at them carefully in the light.

"What are you looking at?"

"Mo Jiangye, do you feel that these two rings are wrong?" She whispered in his ear.

Mo Jiangye reached out and took the ring in her hand, and his eyes were complicated.

Their rings are a pair, the materials are exactly the same, and this is designed by Mo Jiangye himself.

The eyes of the two collided together, and a tacit understanding that made them look at each other and smile.

(End of chapter)