After a pause, in her incredulous stunnedness, she echoed gently: "I like you for longer than you like me." ”

After speaking, he took her hand and walked out of the elevator.

He opened the door to the studio and gently pushed her into the studio.

......

The moment I entered the studio.

Ye Lanxi's whole person was stunned in vain.

Because, she saw that in the studio, all kinds of possing, hanging, and sticking on the wall, the person in each painting was her......

Every picture is painted with real life.

It is so real that it seems that as long as the wind blows, every strand of hair of the person in the painting will float up from the drawing paper.

And in every painting, you can clearly recognize that the person in the painting is her......

There are paintings of her squatting on the green football field with her knees crossed, pictures of her sleeping peacefully on her desk, and paintings of her carrying her little pink schoolbag with rabbit ears on her back on a cobblestone-lined hill......

Each painting shows her that he cares about her.

Her memories were instantly brought back to more than ten years ago by these paintings.

She didn't even know until now.

It turned out that more than ten years ago, in Nan'an University, there was always someone who paid attention to her so silently.

And this person happens to be the genius scholar male god she has had a crush on for more than ten years......

......

"Ye Lanxi ......"

Fu Jing'an hugged her from behind, his angular jaw against her shoulder, his voice was low and magnetic, and he whispered in her ear: "Let's get married." ”

Ye Lanxi, who was finally brought back by him from the complicated mood of the meeting, suddenly heard his words "Let's get married", and his figure was slightly stunned.

The air seemed to be quiet.

Wisps of fresh breeze blew into the room through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the white light gauze curtains fluttered up, making a slight "sail" sound.

She could feel the slender hand around her waist tightening.

She could feel the wicked man who was hugging her from behind her, expecting her answer.

She nodded slightly, "Okay." ”

Receiving her affirmative reply, Fu Jingan couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and turned her around to face him, "Lan Xi, I love you......"

"Well, hmm......"

......

That night, after Ye Lanxi and Fu Jingan told their parents about their intention to get married, the wedding date of the two of them was quickly set.

The date was agreed upon by Father Fu and Mother Fu, as well as Father Ye and Mother Ye: in the middle of the next month.

In the evening, the two returned to the apartment arm in arm.

After dinner, Ye Lanxi planned to go back to the room.

But when she turned around and went back to the room, she was grabbed by Fu Jingan's wrist.

She stopped, looked back at his bewitching peach blossom eyes, and asked, "Senior Jing'an, what's wrong?"

"Call me Jing'an, or my husband. ”

"Jing'an. ”

"Hmm. ”

Fu Jing'an looked back at her affectionately, with a serious expression and a serious face: "Let's sleep together tonight." ”

Hearing his words, Ye Lanxi's figure was stunned again.

Think of the meaning of his words.

Her face, staggered, instantly red to the base of her neck......

"Is that okay?" he asked softly.

"Yes, yes, yes......"

Ye Lanxi's face was red, and her expression was full of embarrassment and uneasiness, which was quite unnatural.

After she finished speaking, she brushed away his slender hand that held her wrist, blushed, turned around and ran quickly back to the room.

......