Chapter 219

"My girl." Lu Ziheng's deep eyes seemed to attract Shen Qinghuan. His words fell into his ears with the autumn wind: "if you propose now, it's too early; But it seems too late to confirm our relationship. But I can't wait for you to grow up, so I want to book the rest of my life in advance. Would you like to meet my little birthday wish? "

Shen Qinghuan's little face is red.

The young man's eyes were so deep and hot in front of her, how could she be willing to say that kind of immoral words to refuse him.

Lu Ziheng also knelt on one knee, as if he could feel the inner tension of the boy.

Shen Qinghuan bent down, clasped the boy's slender wrists with both hands and helped him up. Her voice was sweet. "The old people said that eating people is soft and holding hands is short. Since I accepted your ring, how could I not agree."

She agreed.

Lu Ziheng's body shook.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Shen Qinghuan's right hand with a ring pulled Lu Ziheng's left hand. The corners of her mouth were filled with a strong sense of happiness. Her fingertips wrote six words in the center of his palm.

The man's ears are as red as the plum blossoms in the winter moon.

Lu Ziheng moved his throat. He almost forgot how to breathe evenly. He just looked at the girl's beautiful face.

This is the girl he has loved for two generations.

Shen Qinghuan also looked at him. After a little hesitation, he seemed to want to straighten out with himself that the paper was pierced.

"Lu Ziheng." She suddenly began to call his full name, although he preferred to hear her call his brother Ziheng, "you asked me the last question, and my last question is also to ask you."

He could feel the temperature from her right hand.

Men and women are different after all. Shen Qinghuan's hand is too small to completely wrap Lu Ziheng, but he still works hard to achieve the holding hand written in the book of songs.

The next sentence of holding the son's hand is to grow old together with the son.

It is the most romantic thing in the world to grow old slowly with people in love.

Lu Ziheng nodded slightly. His throat was itchy: "you ask."

"I never seem to tell you I like you." Shen Qinghuan confessed to a boy for the first time. He didn't know what language could move people's hearts most, so he had to follow his heart: "maybe in front of you, my love is no more than one thousandth.

But I still selfishly hope that when you are with me, it completely belongs to me. "

Her beautiful apricot eyes are shining brightly, which overlaps with the light at the bottom of his eyes to form a beautiful rainbow bridge.

The paper is broken.

There's no need to hide.

Shen Qinghuan didn't know his mind better than at any moment. It was different from the favor of Wen Huaibei in previous lives, but that of girls to boys.

Her boy.

"Huh?" Lu Ziheng couldn't control himself. He held the girl in his arms. The familiar mint fragrance penetrated into his heart and tickled Shen Qing's heart. "I promised my father that I wouldn't fall in love in high school."

The original good atmosphere has become a little awkward at this moment.

Just when Lu Ziheng felt that he wanted to be agreed, Shen Qinghuan's words undoubtedly gave him a blow in the head.

Sure enough

Still can't?

Lu Ziheng pushed the girl away from his arms. He dodged, turned awkwardly, and even dared not look at her.

"But..." her words haven't finished yet.

Shen Qinghuan climbed up Lu Ziheng's misunderstanding and hurriedly clasped his wrist. His skin was white and red.