Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Sister Lan followed behind Fang Yaqing. Seeing his expression, she quickly explained: "Sir, sorry, I didn't stop my wife."

Although Ji Shaoheng blamed her for not doing even this trivial matter, she said nothing.

He looked at Fang Yaqing: "What do you run so fast in panic?"

"I thought...thought...what happened to you." Her eyes fell on the candle on the ground and murmured softly.

Her voice was too small, and so far apart, Ji Shaoheng did not hear it.

He set the last two candles and sighed helplessly: "I wanted to give you a surprise, it seems that the surprise is gone."

Fang Yaqing's mouth has a faint smile, and his eyes are particularly clear: "But this is a surprise."

Ji Shaoheng smiled at her, took out the lighter from his pocket and lit the candles one by one.

"Sister Lan turns off the light."

Sister Lan answered for a moment, went downstairs with empty milk, bypassed the candles, and walked over to turn off the lamp in the living room, leaving only a night sleep lamp.

"Sir, I'll go back to the room first. If you have anything else, please call me." Sister Lan knew she was bothering them here and said to Ji Shaoheng.

Ji Shaoheng nodded, then looked at Fang Yaqing at the stairs.

And Fang Yaqing's eyes fell on the burning heart-shaped candle, and something seemed to be hitting at the mouth of his heart, inexplicably wanting to cry.

Ji Shaoheng walked forward a few steps, reached the first step, and extended a hand towards her: "Down."

Fang Yaqing's eyes fell on him. The man was wearing a white shirt. The warm yellow light smudged his handsome face. The candle behind him burned slowly. The temperature seemed to fill her atrium.

Ji Shaoheng saw her staring at him stunnedly, and smiled softly: "Stupid?"

Fang Yaqing blinked, lowered the fog under his eyes, and stepped down the steps by the railing.

Ji Shaoheng Wen Sheng asked: "Slow down, be careful of your feet."

Every time you walk up a step, the distance between the two will be shortened, and the man's eyebrows will be closer.

Fang Yaqing's heart seemed to have blossomed a flower, and the heart flower was also watered with honey.

This man is used to playing romance.

She came to Ji Shaoheng, slowly raised her hand, and placed it in Ji Shaoheng's generous palm.

Ji Shaoheng led her down the last step: "There is one last surprise, do you want it?"

Fang Yaqing glanced at the living room, there was nothing, she asked: "What?"

Ji Shaoheng put his face together: "You kiss me, I will give you."

Fang Yaqing pushed his head away and glared at him, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Not right."

Ji Shaoheng said in a firm tone: "It's okay not to kiss now, anyway, you will definitely kiss later."

Fang Yaqing guessed that it must be a flower again. He had said before that if she liked it, she would give her every day.

But she looked around again, and there were no flowers in the living room.

Is it still in the car?

Still wondering in her heart, she saw Ji Shaoheng pulled out a boxy velvet box from her trouser pocket, then knelt down in front of her, with a soft voice as if it could weather the lake sand.

"Ya Qing, marry me."

Fang Yaqing covered his lips, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and looked at the open velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring.

She was so surprised and shocked that she forgot to respond.