He Is Warmer Than Time

Back to Sinan Mansion, Tang Ji'an's bedroom, she was sitting at the table by the window and reading.

Tang Ji'an didn't bother her. On the single sofa three meters away from her, he sat lazily, holding a notebook in his left hand and a pencil in his right.

He looked at the person who was reading seriously in front of him. The moonlight was sultry, and she was shining in through the square windows. She was wearing a white dress with long hair and a cute expression. He held a pencil in his right hand and kept moving.

Tang Ji'an knows how to paint, or to say that he has a very good background in painting.

He plans to design the wedding dress for her personally. At this moment, he is drawing the manuscript of the wedding dress.

Nothing makes him feel fulfilled more than this.

It’s really moved to tears that people who have changed their EQ for the tenth generation to the IQ of the first generation become romantic.

He drew carefully, and the book had a rough outline.

He has lived in France for several years, and there is still a romantic factor in his bones, but he doesn't know what kind of wedding dress Mu Mian likes.

Big drag?

Slim? Mermaid skirt? Or is it a tutu?

He pretended to be careless and asked: "What kind of wedding dress do you like?"

Mu Mian thought he was just asking casually, so he answered casually: "The veil must be required. I personally like the fishtail skirt."

"Ok……"

He picked up the eraser, rubbed it on the notebook, and revised it.

"The fishtail skirt is good, I like it too."

Mu Mian frowned, looking at the book in her hand, like a mountain, she would spend more time studying various professional knowledge of directors.

She stopped talking, and Tang Ji'an didn't ask anything. The pencil rustled on the paper, and a rough outline quickly emerged.

In order to give her a surprise, the first draft was not shown to her.

Then ask Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran's aesthetic is roughly the same as Mu Mian, and it should be certain whether Mu Mian likes it.

She studied until half past ten, he finally got up and walked over, closed her book, and said in a deep voice, "It's not early."

Mu Mian rubbed his eyes: "Oh, it's past ten o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

After speaking, Mu Mian got up and went into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and then walked out of the bathroom in her white pajamas.

Tang Ji'an stood at the door of the bathroom, as if waiting for her.

Mu Mian touched his neck: "You go in for a bath, you should go to bed after washing."

After speaking, you must go out. After all, they are not married yet, so they still have to sleep in their own rooms.

"Wait a minute, I have something for you."

Mu Mian was a little puzzled: "What?"

Tang Ji'an took out a dark red velvet box from his pocket, and Mu Mian's eyes suddenly brightened.

Tang Ji'an opened the box, and the beautiful diamond ring appeared in front of Mu Mian's eyes. She didn't even know what to do for a while.

Tang Ji'an knelt down, took out the ring, raised his eyes, and looked at her piously: "This ring was given to me by my grandmother. Let me give it to someone I like. I have always kept it. I thought I would never have it in this life. The opportunity to send out until I meet you and fall in love with you, I know that this ring has a home.

Mu Mian, marry me. "

Qingfeng Mingyue, her eyes were red, and she stared at the man in front of her with a smile.

She whispered: "I do, I do."

He put the ring on her hand, bowed his head to hug her and kissed her until she was breathless.

He said: "We are together for a lifetime, okay?"

She said, "Okay."