Author: Qingqing Zijin 05 MACHINE TRANSLATION

At this moment, Jian Xiaomo suddenly saw a girl with long hair draped over her shoulders under a luxuriant flower tree in front of her. She was wearing a snow-white dress, and she was standing there with her head lowered.

In front of her, a boy was kneeling on one knee, holding a large cluster of bright roses in his hand. As he said something, he looked at the girl affectionately. The girl seemed to be extremely moved, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

The boy was proposing to the girl.

Jian Xiaomo had seen such a scene before. However, when she saw it again today, Jian Xiaomo’s body suddenly stiffened.

Suddenly, the conversation between Lin Mengmeng and Jian Xiaomo that day flashed in her mind. Jian Xiaomo’s heart was stabbed by the scene in front of her.

The pain was so painful that she felt that even breathing hurt.

Long Chenjue saw that Jian Xiaomo suddenly stood still. His deep eyes could not help but stare at Jian Xiaomo. When he saw that Jian Xiaomo’s eyes were fixed in front of him, he could not help but look forward. He only took a glance at Jian Xiaomo before he withdrew his gaze in disdain.

It was just a man kneeling in front of a woman. There was no need to make such a fuss.

“Jian Xiaomo, you really haven’t seen the world.” Long Chenjue despised Jian Xiaomo for a while. When he saw that Jian Xiaomo was still standing there without moving and turned a deaf ear to his words, he could not help but turn his eyes to Ba Luo.

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When he saw that Ba Luo’s eyes were also attracted to him, his face darkened. He said to Ba Luo, “Ba Luo, is that man sick? Why is he kneeling in front of a woman?”

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Jian Xiaomo was also entranced by it. A sick man kneeling in front of an ugly woman, and Jian Xiaomo, this woman, was so touched that her eyes were red.

Thinking of this, Long Chenjue’s face darkened.

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Hearing that the man was sick, the corner of Ba Luo’s mouth twitched. It was such a sacred behavior for the man to kneel down and propose marriage, but his Young Master despised it. He even said that the man was sick. The corner of Ba Luo’s mouth twitched for a while, then he said honestly, “Young Master, he’s proposing.”

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Hearing this, Long Chenjue immediately looked at Ba Luo sharply and said, “Proposing? Isn’t it going to the church? This man is really sick in the head.” He was also very sick.

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The corner of Ba Luo’s mouth twitched again, but he didn’t say anything.

Thinking of the proposal, Long Chenjue’s eyes suddenly darkened. Then, he looked at Jian Xiaomo with puzzlement and said, “Jian Xiaomo, it’s a proposal. Why are your eyes red?”

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Seeing that there were still tears coming out of the corner of the woman’s eyes, Long Chenjue instantly took out a wet towel and prepared to wipe away the tears in Jian Xiaomo’s eyes. This woman was fine. Why was she crying? Wasn’t she afraid that her eyes would be ruined?

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Stupid woman!

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However, Jian Xiaomo immediately dodged it. She reached out her hand and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Jian Xiaomo had just wiped her eyes when Long Chenjue’s expression became even more displeased. A dirty woman who didn’t even know a little about hygiene was wiping her eyes with her hand. She wasn’t afraid of germs getting into her eyes.

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He pulled Jian Xiaomo over domineeringly and forcefully wiped Jian Xiaomo’s eyes with a wet towel.

Jian Xiaomo suddenly struggled with all her might and said, “Long Chenjue, don’t be so nice to me. Let’s go back.”

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The nicer Long Chenjue was to her, the more Jian Xiaomo couldn’t stand it.

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As she spoke, she broke away from Long Chenjue’s embrace and quickly walked forward.

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Long Chenjue frowned when he saw Jian Xiaomo’s strange behavior. He stretched out his long slender legs and quickly rushed forward.

Only Ba Luo understood that Jian Xiaomo must have been provoked. He could not help but sigh and followed after her.

Anyone who had stayed by a man’s side for so long would definitely want a status. Miss Jian’s request was something that a normal woman would want.