You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Plans never keep up with change.

The ring had just passed loosely through the first knuckle of the ring finger when the person on the bed suddenly moved.

Sheng Mumu murmured and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

For a moment, he subconsciously closed his eyelids.

After closing it for two seconds, it seemed that it took a moment to react before realizing something was wrong, and suddenly opened it again.

The pupils trembled.

There was a group of kneeling but still tall black shadows beside the bed. She was so frightened that she sat up with a cry of surprise and quickly turned on the bedside light switch.

The lights flashed on.

When she saw clearly that the black figure was Qi Mo, her beating heart finally calmed down a little.

Voice with trembling tremolo:

"If you don't sleep at night, why are you squatting here..."

Qi Mo didn't look at her, and glanced at the gap between the bedside table and the bed.

Just then she suddenly woke up and pulled her hand away, and the ring fell into the gap.

I had thought of at least three backup excuses, but none of them were useful at this moment.

A man who is good at negotiating and controlling situations in the business world panics.

He lowered his head, looking for the dropped ring.

As if to cover up his panic, he said a faint and inaudible sentence: "Yes."

Sheng Mumu: "????"

Sheng Mumu was puzzled.

What kind of answer is "hmm"?

What the hell is kneeling on the ground without sleeping at night?

Can't sleep and suddenly feel like doing push-ups?

Qi Mo looked like he didn't intend to answer her questions, and still hunched over and groped for the gaps.

The gap is too small, and a man's arm is not as slender and soft as a woman's arm, so he can't touch it to the end even with great effort.

Sheng Mumu looked at his broad shoulders and blinked in confusion.

Suddenly he seemed to understand something and opened his eyes slightly.

She recalled the cool metal touch from her fingertips when she was hazy before she opened her eyes.

Then he thought of the nervousness in Qi Mo's dark eyes the moment the lights came on.

Plus he was kneeling on one knee.

All kinds of pictures are connected together...

Sheng Mumu silently clenched her palms tightly.

The sheets were picked up and lightly wrinkled.

There are many things that I want to ask and confirm, but I stop when I reach my mouth and I am short of words.

After a long silence, it finally turned into the most direct question:

"Qi Mo, did you just want to... propose to me?"

The man's broad shoulders suddenly paused and his hand movements stopped.

He looked up.

The light from the desk lamp spread on his cold white skin, casting a soft and warm glow.

Nervous sincerity slowly appeared in the dark eyes, and a hint of guilt for ruining the plan.

The originally deep and magnetic voice is tainted with despair, and has a kind of sultry magic in the middle of the night.

Slowly floated over and melted into Sheng Mumu's eardrums.

他 说:

"Yes, I want to propose to you."

"You need a ring for a marriage proposal. I'm not sure about the circumference of your finger, so I want to measure it while you're asleep..."

He sighed very lightly.

"But it failed."

"sorry."

He had never been so annoyed at his stupidity.

Measuring her circumference, planning a surprise proposal, and preparing for a grand and unforgettable wedding should be a three-step process.

Now, lost in the first step.

Sheng Mumu lowered her eyes and stared at the man still kneeling on the bed in front of her without saying a word.

The mood gradually calmed down from the initial fright.

After listening to Qi Mo's words, his heart seemed to be wrapped in a quietly flowing warmth.

It's not the kind of heartbeat that keeps beating when lovers make an eternal vow.

Nor is it the kind of nervousness that occurs when a skin-to-skin contact occurs.

It's very Qimo style, strict and gentle.

The tone of serious explanation, the sound of sighing softly.

And, the chagrin and guilt that can be easily captured in his deep pupils.

Everything converges into a silent yet pervasive warm current.

The sense of security seemed to be substantial, overwhelmingly surrounding me.

Sheng Mumu suddenly leaned forward, held Qi Mo's face, and said loudly:

"it is good."

"What?" Qi Mo was holding his head with both hands, covering half of his ears, so he couldn't hear clearly.

The next second, Sheng Mumu laughed.

The pears dimple into sweet little nests.

She repeated: "I say yes."

In an instant, Qi Mo clearly heard the sound of his heart beating violently against his chest. Just as he was about to speak, Sheng Mumu's gentle voice came from above his head.

"Whether you want to measure my finger circumference secretly, or you can't sleep in the middle of the night and want to practice push-ups on the bedside, or you want to propose, it's ok, I said yes, I agreed."

As the words fell, a beam of fire rolled around in the man's dark eyes, as bright as obsidian.

Sheng Mumu didn't give him a chance to speak. She held his face close and rubbed the tip of his nose with her nose.

He moved away quickly, smiling mischievously.

"Seal~"

……

Appearing in this world, becoming what she is now, and then meeting Qi Mo.

Everything comes naturally.

At this moment, it seemed like a natural progression to break through the man's little plan and then accept the unexpected proposal.

Every step of their emotional development has never been an earth-shattering love story in a novel.

Suddenly, Sheng Mumu remembered about a year ago.

Also in this bedroom, also at night, a similar scene happened.

It was not long after she came to this home that Qi Mo suddenly came back late at night and lay down next to her.

She peeked at his features in the darkness through the clear moonlight, and then he suddenly woke up.

But within a year, the roles were reversed.

The person who was secretly thinking in the dark night became Qi Mo, and the person who opened her eyes and broke through the scene became her.

They knew each other in silence.

Gradually become familiar with the ordinary days of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The earth makes one revolution.

In another quiet night, I made the decision to spend a lifetime with each other.

It's not heartbreaking, it's not stormy, and it can't even be called vigorous.

It's like I'm back in the days when everything was slow.

It took a long time to get acquainted with each other, and then it took a long time to tentatively get closer.

Every node that breaks through the intimacy relationship can be described as "just right".

He is reserved and taciturn, but she happens to be lively and enthusiastic.

She loves to babble and share, and he just happens to love to listen.

The water called "emotion" just happened to flow here.

It's time to turn into the sea, into a wider world, and become a "husband and wife relationship" in the true sense.

Everything happened naturally, as if they were meant to be together for a lifetime.

It's like the first snow just fell when I confessed my confession.

It's like the water plants floating next to the fish on the bottom of the sea.

It's like I raised my head and ran forward a few steps on a rainy day, and I happened to encounter the eaves of a roof that protected me from the rain.

It's like when you're happy or frustrated and no one is around, but your phone suddenly lights up and it's his call.

Sheng Mumu can be regarded as sane and sober, and it is rare for her to be artistically pretentious.

This hypocrisy didn't last long, and soon, she let go of the hand holding the man's face.

He bent down and reached into the gap between the bedside table.

It was like God's will in the dark. As soon as his fingertips touched the ground, he touched the ring that Qi Mo couldn't find anywhere.

The ring is simple in style, without diamonds, and only the brand logo is engraved on the inner ring.

She put the ring on her ring finger, looked at it front and back, and said:

"Not too big, not too small, just right."

Qi Mo held her wrist and explained seriously: "This is not a wedding ring, it's just for measuring. Let's use the wedding ring—"

"That's all, I like this."

Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Mumu interrupted him.

She recognized the brand, and even the simplest design required at least seven figures.

It is too luxurious to use it as a one-time measuring tool.

Moreover, she has always believed that diamonds are the consumption trap of the century.

As smart as she is, how could she be willing to be fooled by consumerism?

She glanced at the other two larger rings in the box next to her, her bright eyes shimmering with shrewdness.

"It's great. There are three of them. If I gain weight in the future, I can just change to another size and save more money."

Qi Mo laughed, "Don't save me money."

"Who saved money for you?" Sheng Mumu glared at him, "All your money is mine, I'm saving it for myself."

Qi Mo paused, then suddenly smiled with lowered eyebrows.

"Good wife."