Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

As a result, his next sentence directly asked her to spray out the rice, "look, when you are free these days, we'll get the certificate."

Yes, that's what he said.

"Cough! Cough..." Duan Manyu coughed and looked at the area in front of her, really sweating.

She didn't mean it. Who made his words too hot? "Get... Get the certificate?!" she looked up at him in surprise and intuitively felt that her voice had gone out of tune.

"Yes," he said, "get the certificate."

"Are you... Sure?" she had a feeling that she didn't know whether he was struck by thunder or herself.

"Since I'll marry you sooner or later, it's better to do it earlier." he said in a calm tone, as if he were just saying to go to a movie in a few days.

"But... But it's too..."

"Too what?"

"It's too casual," she muttered. "It seems that marriage is just a small thing for you. Zhou Liye, do you really want to marry me?"

She was afraid that he would marry her on a whim, but he would regret it when he really got married.

He sighed, stretched out his fingers and gently wiped the rice grains stained on the corner of her lips. "I think it's very clear. What about you? Do you want to marry me?"

She looked at him in a daze. His expression was so serious that he was not joking, but really.

She couldn't help nodding. Of course she did. She wanted to marry him, have children and grow old together.

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"Don't I take you up?" the car stopped downstairs at Duan Manyu's house. Zhou Liye asked Duan Manyu sitting in the co driver's seat.

"I haven't told my parents about our reunion." she said, but think about it. Now I want to tell my parents not only that she is with Zhou Liye, but also that they are going to get married. I don't know if their psychological endurance is OK when they are old!

Unfastening his seat belt, Duan Manyu was about to get off the bus, but his wrist was suddenly pulled by Zhou Liye.

"What's the matter?" she looked at him suspiciously, and saw his expression obviously waiting for her to do something. Then she thought, leaned over and kissed him.

Well, that should do it.

"Well, go back. If you don't talk to your parents tomorrow, I'll talk to your parents myself." Zhou Liye said.

"OK, I see," she muttered, but she couldn't help feeling sweet in her heart.

Back home, Duan Manyu saw his father on the phone and his mother standing aside. Their faces were obviously a little ugly.

After a while, Duan's father ended the call. Duan Manyu asked, "Dad, what's the matter? Is your friend seriously ill again?" from what her father said just now, she can infer that the call just now should be between her father and the patient's family.