"Yes, yes." Yu xiaonuan seldom feels that he has an appetite today. He thinks that he must eat more later.

Tang Yuheng looks at Yu xiaonuan eating like a hamster, and his mouth is slightly bent.

Then I raised my wrist and looked at it. It's already 8:05.

Tang Yuheng took a deep breath, inexplicably felt some dry mouth, and then picked up a goblet to drink.

"Uncle, don't you eat it?" Yu xiaonuan looked at the beginning. It seems that uncle has never eaten, but he has been drinking water.

Is uncle thirsty?

"I'm not hungry. You can eat." Tang Yuheng said.

Yu xiaonuan frowned, "how can you not be hungry? Didn't you have dinner?"

"It's OK. I'm not hungry." Tang Yuheng said lightly.

He took another drink from his goblet.

Eyes can't help looking at the wrist.

Eight o'clock, eight o'clock!

"Uncle, if you don't, I won't either." Yu xiaonuan put his chopsticks aside and looked at Tang Yuheng solemnly.

Tang Yuheng is really not in the mood to eat now, but looking at Yu xiaonuan, he even makes a "hunger strike" move.

Can only pick up chopsticks, said with a smile: "then I also eat."

"Mm-hmm!" Yu xiaonuan saw that Tang Yuheng was eating, so he picked up his chopsticks again.

As time goes by, Tang Yuheng is sitting in his seat. He has always been in front of Mount Tai, but his face does not change. At this moment, he feels more and more difficult to sit in this position.

Inexplicably feel a little nervous.

At this time, the opposite building on the open balcony is playing a singer's latest song.

So big screen, occupied a whole building.

"Uncle, I heard that the advertisement of this building seems to be the largest advertisement building in a city." Yu xiaonuan was a little full, and could not help sitting in his seat and watching the vigorous singing and dancing on the opposite advertising building.

"Well!" Tang Yuheng took a sip of water.

"It's said that the advertisement of this advertising building is calculated by seconds, and fried chicken is expensive." Yu xiaonuan doesn't know how expensive it is.

Just thinking in my heart, if any man uses the words "propose" written on the advertisement building to propose to his girlfriend, it must be very romantic.

I believe any woman will agree.

"Well!" For Yu xiaonuan's problem, Tang Yuheng should take a drink of water.

Look at your watch. It's eight twelve.

Tang Yuheng cleared his throat, then reached into his pocket and touched the ring box in his pocket.

There is a trace of tenderness on Tang Yuheng's face.

It's exactly eight Thirteen!

"Bang... Bang..."

All of a sudden, a big wave of fireworks flew into the sky near the Linjiang hotel.

"Wow, how beautiful!" After all, Yu xiaonuan was young, and he was overjoyed to see fireworks everywhere.

He ran to the railing beside the terrace and watched the colorful fireworks burst in the sky.

Tang Yuheng looks at Yu xiaonuan in a good mood and turns his back to himself.

Just at this time, the waiter took a bunch of roses in his hand, and Tang Yuheng took them. Looking at Yu xiaonuan's back, he took out the ring box in his pocket and walked slowly with a gentle smile.

Suddenly, on the opposite advertising building, a line appeared: Yao Xin'er, please marry me!

"Wow, how romantic! Just now, I was still wondering who could write the word "propose" on this building. That girl must be very happy. I didn't expect to witness it so soon. And this man is so romantic. He even made fireworks. "

Tang Yuheng's angular face turned black when he saw the words on the building