Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 295 Please, Will You Marry Me?

"Cong Yi, did uncle invite them here?" Tong Xiaoyun finally made a sound, pulling Cong Yi forward.

With such a good opportunity, she must come forward to take a group photo, and singing a chorus is also possible!

She knows all their songs.

Cong Yi saw that she couldn't control Tong Xiaoyun a little bit, and was sweating for Qiao Moshen's IQ.

What the hell is wrong with him?
Yes, it was a pleasant surprise to invite Tong Xiaoyun's favorite group to make her happy.

But, they are all men!

Usually, Tong Xiaoyun would get angry if he said a word to other men, why did he invite her idol here today?
Isn't this obviously lowering his status?

It's so smart that I was confused for a while.

Cong Yi thought nothing wrong.

If Qiao Moshen saw Tong Xiaoyun staring at his idol, the male idol, he would definitely die of anger.

This time, he was really smart and confused for a while.

"Don't look, hurry up and let me in, it's freezing outside." Cong Yi's displeased voice sounded, dragging Tong Xiaoyun, who was standing under the stage and refused to leave, into the flower room with great difficulty.

Tong Xiaoyun was so angry that she almost jumped, if she hadn't been pregnant, she would have jumped.

What are you doing?

After finally seeing her idol, why does this woman keep stopping her?
I'm so sick of it!

If it weren't for the fact that they were good friends from childhood, she would have...

Huh?
What's happening here?
here……

Tong Xiaoyun's angry thoughts came to an abrupt end because Cong Yi forced her to interrupt her close contact with her idol, because everything in front of her was really... so dreamy!
Such a dreamy and beautiful scene even dazzled Tong Xiaoyun, who didn't know where to start.

So let's start with the ceiling.

There are red roses all over the roof of the huge flower house.

The flower language of red rose is I love you.

Love is a cinnabar mole in the heart, which can pass through life and death, defeat time, and remain faithful.

All the roses here were airlifted just after midnight today. Ecuadorian roses, this variety of roses, are known as Hermes among roses.

Among the bright red roses, there are countless thousands of paper cranes, hanging by thin silk threads, which are almost invisible unless you look carefully.

The breeze blowing past from nowhere, and the countless thousands of paper cranes spread their wings and flew together, lifelike.

Tong Xiaoyun didn't blink her starry eyes, for fear that if she blinked, a frame of the beautiful picture would be lost.

Her feet had already set foot on the carpet covered with red rose petals.

Tong Xiaoyun looked at the tulips in full bloom on both sides, and the tip of his nose was filled with a faint fragrance, which was simply refreshing.

Surrounded by blooming tulips, there are white tables and chairs.

The tables and chairs are entwined with unknown flower vines, with small white flowers dotted on them, emerald green leaves dotted among them, which is too beautiful to behold.

Everyone has already taken their seats, Tong Wei, Bai Li, Mrs. Qiao, Qiao Mobai, Du Ruo, Lu Li, Shen Rou are also there, as well as Cong Yi's parents, Du Ruo's parents...

Everyone had come and looked at her.

Tong Xiaoyun's surprised and confused gaze fell to the front again. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt, and black bow tie. He was handsome, handsome and extremely handsome.

He also holds a bouquet of 27 roses in his hand, which means a beloved wife.

But Tong Xiaoyun didn't know about it, because no one explained it to her, so she was a little confused now.

She only saw the huge LED behind Qiao Moshen playing the little things between the two of them.

The way he cooks for her, the way she takes a nap...

Did he secretly film her while she was taking a nap?

In Tong Xiaoyun's mind, as the photo of her and Qiao Moshen was played on the huge LED screen, the little things between them were also played back.

From the first meeting, until they were forced to separate, to the reunion, until now...

A thin layer of mist was uncontrollably covered in the beautiful starry eyes, obscuring the emotion and affection in her eyes.

"Let's go." Cong Yi patted her on the shoulder, took off her coat, turned around and returned to her seat.

Tong Xiaoyun didn't seem to hear Cong Yi's voice... She can't hear or see anything now, only Qiao Moshen is in her eyes, and she can't tolerate other scenery anymore.

The steps under her feet did not stop, and she walked towards Qiao Moshen step by step... Beside him was her future, her destination, and the place where all her beautiful yearnings could become reality.

A burst of celestial and dreamy mist suddenly surged up, and the entire flower room was like a fairyland.

Tong Xiaoyun looked at Qiao Mo's deep and affectionate eyes, and walked step by step until he was in front of him, without moving her gaze away.

She couldn't move away.

The man in front of her is the one she loves, the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with, the one who makes her feel happy, the one who gives her all the love...

How could she be willing to look away from herself?

"Uncle..."

With her pink lips slightly parted, she called him softly, and crystal tears rolled in her eyes, and finally fell down her cheeks.

These tears contain too much: touch, emotion, gratitude...

The huge LED behind Qiao Moshen changed the picture again: a bright moon rose slowly, and in the dark blue night sky, there were dots of stars, shining and moving.

Qiao Moshen stood opposite Tong Xiaoyun, his eyes were as deep as a pool, and affection and pampering seemed to overflow.

He looked at her deeply, his eyes were like ink stains, and he couldn't see the emotions inside, so deep, so yearning, looking at her for a long time, it seemed that even his heart would be sucked in.

He raised the small box in his hand, and slowly knelt down on one knee in front of Tong Xiaoyun, always seeing only herself.

Tong Xiaoyun's pink lips parted slightly, and she gasped in surprise.

He...he wants to propose to her?
Yes, so obvious, how did she realize it?

It was all because all of this happened so suddenly, too shocking, too romantic and dreamy, so unreal, and all the thoughts in her mind were emptied for a while, making her unable to think, and only now did her brain resume functioning.

Qiao Moshen gently opened the small red box. The ring inside was designed by himself. The diamond is also a unique pink diamond in the world. Before that, Qiao Moshen bought it in Italy with the highest transaction price for diamonds from ancient times to the present. , Van Cleef & Arpels staff worked day and night to complete this work of art.

Tong Xiaoyun's hazy eyes fell on it, but the diamond ring that Qiao Moshen gave her when they first got together appeared in front of her eyes.

Although that diamond ring was not as precious as this one, when Qiao Moshen gave it to her, he didn't put it on for her himself, let alone kneel down on one knee.

However, she had already regarded that ring as their wedding ring, and when she returned it to Qiao Moshen, no one could understand how much she felt heartbroken.

Qiao Mo looked at Tong Xiaoyun from bottom to top, his thin lips slightly raised, and the doting smile in his quiet eyes was shining brightly, especially bright.

With his thin lips parted slightly, his Su Yin was gloomy and gentle, sincere and affectionate, looking into her eyes word by word, and solemnly said, "Miss Tong Xiaoyun, please marry me."

Tong Xiaoyun's tears fell again.

In the bottom of my heart, excitement and emotion gathered together, like a clear stream, flowing slowly, and the sense of happiness at any time is not as violent as this moment.

She couldn't even believe that such a dreamy and romantic scene, which was never dared to be staged in her girl's heart, actually happened today without any precautions.

For a moment, she couldn't say a word.

Qiao Moshen kept kneeling on one knee, holding the small red box in his hand. If she didn't agree, he wouldn't get up.

At the door of the flower room, Tong Xiaoyun's favorite song came again, "Sugar, yes please..."

Her favorite group stood at the door and sang this song for her.

Only then did Tong Xiaoyun regain the ability to speak, sniffed, but did not rush to nod, but asked choked up, "Uncle, where is our wedding ring? Have you lost it?"

Jomo was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then immediately shook his head, "No."

Tong Xiaoyun said with tears in her smile, "I want you to put that ring on me, I just want our wedding ring."

Jomo was deeply moved and his eyes were red.

That's right, their wedding rings carry all their feelings, no matter how precious the ring in their hands is, it can't compare to their feelings.

He nodded, immediately raised his hand, and took out a necklace from his neckline, which was their wedding ring.

Qiao Moshen took the ring off, met her smiling and tearful eyes again, and asked solemnly again, "Miss Tong Xiaoyun, please marry me, will you?"

Tong Xiaoyun closed her eyes, hot tears rolling down her cheeks again.

She nodded and held out her left hand.

Jomo was deeply excited, even though he knew that she would definitely agree to his marriage proposal, thousands of emotions still flooded his heart, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

He exhaled, smiled slightly, held Tong Xiaoyun's outstretched little hand, and slowly put the ring on her ring finger closest to her heart.

"Wait a moment!"

At the most critical moment, a blocking voice suddenly sounded.

This voice was not made by others, it was Tong Xiaoyun himself.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, she abruptly withdrew her little hand and shook her head, "No, no, uncle, I can't marry you yet."

Qiao Mo's expression froze, his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, his thin lips parted, and a moment later he made a low voice, "Why?"

Anyone sitting below wondered why.

Betty was even more nervous, and immediately asked Tong Wei, "What's wrong with Xiao Yun? Are you still angry with me?"

Tong Wei frowned and shook his head, "No, but... I don't know either."

"Xiao Yi, what's the matter with Xiao Yun? It's too much, she won't agree to such a romantic proposal, she won't marry me!"

Cong Yi rolled her eyes at Du Ruo coldly, then rolled her big Cong-style eyes, and shook her head helplessly.

However, she was also very curious, why Tong Xiaoyun didn't agree to the marriage proposal when she was fine just now.

(End of this chapter)