101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

It turned out to be what her mother meant. Of course, she wouldn't blame her mother, but pursed her lips twistedly: "Anyway, I just hate him."

But in the bottom of my heart, countless thoughts emerged.

A small crack appeared in her originally indestructible hatred.

"What are you mother and daughter talking about?" Huang Changyun came out with a glass of milk. He was wearing flat shoes and barely made a sound when he walked behind Changshang.

Chang Chang turned around and smiled. "I'm discussing with my mother, Dad, do you want to wait for my mother to be in better health, and give my mother a wedding?"

Huang Changyun handed the milk to Xin Xiner's mouth, as if he was about to consider his daughter's suggestion, looked at Xin Xiner affectionately, and asked, "Xiner, what do you mean?"

Xin Xiner drank half a glass of milk, and quietly let Huang Changyun wipe her mouth.

After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Huang Changyun, "I... whatever."

"Everyone thinks I'm still single, and I really need a wedding to introduce my wife to the world. When you recover better and can walk normally, we will hold a wedding." Huang Changyun looked at her intently, with a tone of voice Slowly, without any waves, but Shangshang could hear the accumulated deep emotions under his light and elegant expression.

Chang Chang raised his face.

"Okay, Dad, you are such a man, you must have a romantic wedding, the more romantic the better, and let mom be the happiest bride in the world, every woman can be the happiest bride. "

Chang Mian also came over to join in the fun with her two children in her arms: "Dad, do you need my help preparing for the wedding?"

"I'll arrange it myself."

Chang Mian waited for Chang Mian to come to him, took little Cheche from him, and couldn't help but bend his lips, "Let Che'er be the flower girl then."

The servant looked down from the far window, watching from a distance, the picture was extremely warm, and couldn't help but also laughed.

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Sunrise and sunset, another day in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning.

The sun rises in the east, and the red clouds are everywhere. The dew on the petals in the yard refracts the morning sun, exuding a colorful and charming scene.

A gust of wind blows, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, tremblingly dripping into the sea of ​​flowers!

The two children hadn't woken up yet, Chang Chang stood in front of the window, and Chang Mian hugged her waist behind him, quietly enjoying the beautiful time of the morning light.

Chang Chang didn't know what to think of, and curled her lips with a foolish smile.

After a long time, she asked, "Have you finished the painting yet?"

Chang Mian was pulling a chair, with his legs crossed, a drawing board resting on his lap, and a pencil in his right hand. Sometimes he looked at the woman standing by the window admiring the flowers, and sometimes he lowered his head and silently glanced at a few Pen, straight pen up and down.

"It'll be fine soon, don't move."

Looking at the drawing board again, the profile of a woman is lifelike. In fact, the woman standing in front of the window admiring the flowers has already appeared on the paper, and he is just copying the surrounding environment at the moment.

But it happened that she was so bad that she was not allowed to move around.

"Can I move, my neck is sore, how long are you going to draw? I knew I wouldn't agree to let you draw a sketch for me just now, and I don't know how your painter is. Is it too ugly? Dare to take it out and offer it to others? I don't dislike it..." She tilted her head slightly.

Chang Mian immediately threw the ball of paper in her hand at her: "Don't move."