Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He hung his head and his eyes were drooping. Although he looked pale, he was still pretty.

It is also the first time Ai Mengmeng feels that he is so good-looking, he is the kind of young man with a scroll breath, maybe not like the noble birth of Qin Zong, but there is another temperament.

Ai Mengmeng came in for a long time, looking at him. When Rong Yue raised his eyes, he looked at her with an unexpected but not unexpected look.

His eyes looked particularly bright at this time, and he didn't look like a patient at all.

He stared at her, then smiled slightly: "Come?"

Ai Mengmeng's heart plopped again, feeling a little embarrassed, she reached out to touch her hair, and it took a long time to whisper, "I'll see you."

Rong Yue still looked at her and asked her quietly, "What then?"

Ai Mengmeng bit her lip: "I want to... take care of you."

She summoned up the courage to say it, she didn't dare to look at him, but she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling constantly.

Rong Yue looked at her and almost sighed slightly: "Why don't you come earlier?"

She didn't understand what he meant, and she didn't know whether he refused or accepted, hurt and cautious on her slapped face.

Rong Yue sighed again in his heart. She has changed a lot. He remembered that she was very...willful, but now she is a very ordinary girl. He doesn't believe that she touched that thing, but she never said it. , No one knows why.

Rong Yue reached out to her: "Come here."

She let out a cry and looked at him.

"What if you just come here, I might have trouble getting out of bed now, or do you think you want me to go over?" His voice has always been gentle and gentle, with only a touch of red in his pale face.

Ai Mengmeng was afraid that he would really get out of bed, and immediately passed by himself. He stood by the bed carefully and asked him carefully: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He was still sitting there, quietly, and his voice was even more hoarse: "Come here a little bit more."

"Close your eyes."

She didn't want it, but she didn't know why, she listened to him and closed her eyes.

After a long, long time, Rong Yue let go of her, his eyes met, and he whispered, "I will find a lawyer to come over tomorrow, and we will sign a marriage agreement and get married."

marry?

Ai Mengmeng's heart beat faster again, she just wanted to take care of him, she didn't think of anything else.

Rong Yue's eyes stared at her lips, and for a while, he spoke softly: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to live, don't want to marry me, or you don't like me? Or are you afraid of being dragged down by me in the future."

When he said this, Ai Mengmeng of course immediately retorted, "It's not like that."

"What's that like?" He looked at her, eyes burning.

Ai Mengmeng bit her lower lip, and her voice was particularly low: "I am willing to marry you and take care of you."

Rong Yue smiled, and he smiled very well.

He said yes.

Then he didn't say anything, and continued to write his script.

Ai Mengmeng didn't dare to disturb him, so she handed him water or something. Later, when she saw him writing an hour later, she couldn't help saying, ‘Do you want to take a break? ’