Good pregnancy, quick to wear: the soft heroine is pampered by the group in the plane

After she said this, she didn't expect Zhou Mingyu to answer.

But what she didn't expect was that in the next second, Zhou Mingyu raised his eyes and looked at her, "There is indeed such a reason."

Su Zhiruan: "Real or false?"

"I really like the gossip you share." He raised his hand to take off his glasses, and his steady eyes fell quietly on hers, "Then do you find it troublesome to send me messages every day?"

"Of course not," Su Zhiruan said resolutely, and then she blinked, "If I had to act with Jiang Beiyu every day, I might not be able to continue acting for a long time. I'm glad that you are willing to listen to the gossip I can share with you. .”

After she finished speaking, Zhou Mingyu's eyes flickered and he looked at her deeply.

He said no more, and a corner of the gauze curtain on the second floor was blown up.

The light blue curtains float slightly, and the light and shadow constantly shuttle under the feet, leaving strands of light, like a passionate and passionate kiss.

Finally, the sun fell on their hands that had been crossed at some point.

"...Mr. Zhou, do you feel that the progress is a bit fast?" Su Zhiruan raised his eyebrows. Seeing her hand being stuffed into the man's palm, he couldn't help but joke, "At best, we can only be regarded as online dating. No, we can only Even if it’s an online chat, it’s still my unilateral output.”

"Is it soon?" Zhou Mingyu squeezed her little hand, and a large gap in his heart was filled at this time. He possessed him and spoke seriously, "I have never chased anyone, and I have never chased anyone. I never thought about who I wanted to pursue.”

After saying that, he clasped Su Zhiruan's hand with his backhand and intertwined his fingers with hers. The heat in his palms spread across their palm lines, "But I want to pursue you for the purpose of getting married."

Happiness comes suddenly, like a tornado.

Su Zhiruan almost couldn't believe her ears, she opened her mouth wide, "Huh?"

"Don't you believe it?" Zhou Mingyu saw her raising her head in confusion. After thinking for a while, he took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist. The color of black ink was a slightly larger circle on her wrist, so Zhou Mingyu wrapped it around another one. The loop was just right on her wrist, "This is for you. Seeing it is like seeing me. This is my intention."

Zhou Mingyu's eyes were firm. She wanted to refuse, but looking at the man's unquestionable eyes, she shook her wrist and put it on her hand.

She and Zhou Mingyu were sitting on the sofa on the second floor drinking tea, and their thoughts couldn't help but wander a little.

Just now, she could still say that Zhou Mingyu was an ordinary friend, but in less than ten minutes when they went upstairs, their relationship suddenly took a big step forward.

It was so fast that she didn't even react.

Her original purpose in coming to this world was not to conquer Zhou Mingyu first, but to let the scumbag and bitch get the retribution she deserved. But she didn't expect that with a small move, she would accidentally conquer him?

If Su's father and Su's mother saw him, they would probably be so frightened that they would freeze on the spot.

"Ruan Ruan, you and Mr. Zhou are here for dinner." She was thinking about Su's mother when she heard Su's mother shouting downstairs for them to eat.

"Here we come!" Su Zhiruan looked at Zhou Mingyu, "Are you going to eat?"

"That's troublesome." He followed Su Zhiruan downstairs.

……

The dishes on the table were rich and not very exquisite, but it was not easy to cook so many meals in such a short time. Several people sat down one after another.

Zhou Mingyu considered himself a junior and wanted Su's father to sit at the top. But when Su's father saw him, he thought of cooperation with the company and did not dare to come forward. In the end, it was Su's mother who sat at the top.

Next to Zhou Mingyu is Su Zhiruan, opposite him is Song Lianqing, and opposite Su Zhiruan is Su's father.

"I don't know what Mr. Zhou and Xiao Song like, so I asked Auntie to make more. If there is anything that doesn't suit your taste, feel free to ask." Mother Su entertained several people enthusiastically.

In order to show his respect, Su's father found a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and said, "If you don't mind, how many of us can have a drink?"

Song Lianqing lived across the street, and Zhou Mingyu had a driver when he came. As for Su Zhiruan and Su's mother, they only had average drinking capacity and just ran with him.

Song Lianqing looked at Zhou Mingyu. His heart was a little confused. The desire to win between men was already on the verge of breaking out.

He really liked Su Zhiruan. When he saw her falling in love with that grassroots man Jiang Beiyu, he felt angry. Now that Jiang Beiyu is no longer a threat, another Zhou Mingyu appears.

If Jiang Beiyu's rank is just a small soldier, then Zhou Mingyu is as king-like.

The Zhou family is an inherited family with extremely profound heritage. It is not as wealthy as ordinary people can imagine.

As the only son of this generation, Zhou Mingyu is in a position where he can get everything he needs. It would be okay if he just had a crush on Su Zhiruan, but if he was serious, then the entire Song family would not be impressed by him. Whether it was appearance or family background, Zhou Mingyu scorned all the young talents in Beijing.

"Mr. Zhou, you won't come home until you're drunk," Song Lianqing raised his glass and looked at Zhou Mingyu with a smile.

This is the thirteenth cup.

But no other color appeared on Zhou Mingyu's face, which was still snow-white and stern. His fingers were slender and beautiful, and he tapped the wine glass lightly. When Song Lianqing toasted, he drank it all in one gulp.

After having two drinks with Su's mother, she felt a little dizzy and went back to the room to rest.

Su's father was drunk, and when he saw the two young men starting to drink as if they were competing, his cheeks were red and his consciousness was beginning to become unclear, but he kept looking at them and laughing from time to time.

Su Zhiruan was relatively sober. She yawned and put the empty wine bottle in Zhou Mingyu's hand on the ground.

"Young Master Song is so happy, want another drink?" Zhou Mingyu said calmly, but when he looked at him, he had a provocative tone, "Or should I go first?"

"No need!" Song Lianqing slapped the table, "Mr. Zhou has a good drinking capacity, but I'm not drunk either!"

Zhou Mingyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and the hand placed under the table gently rested on the back of Su Zhiruan's hand. The palms and backs of his hands were overlapped. Sandwiched between them was the string of Buddhist beads. Su Zhiruan turned his head to see what he was going to do next. What, but I heard him say slowly, "Then continue."

then.

More than ten bottles again.

After the wine bottles piled up on the table, Young Master Song finally couldn't hold on anymore. His eyelids were fighting, his whole face was red and shaky, and he kept muttering, "I want to drink... drink, keep going! I Not drunk!"

When he was talking drunkenly, Zhou Mingyu just pinched his eyebrows with his hands and remained silent.

Then, Song Lianqing muttered a few more words, "Ruan Ruan... then look at me... I, we have known each other for so many years, and I have you in my heart... Others don't believe it, they can't believe it... Ruan Ruan, give me a confession." Chance……"

Su Zhiruan was also a little tipsy at first, but when she heard Song Lianqing's words, she immediately sobered up, and then subconsciously turned her eyes to Zhou Mingyu who put down his hands next to her.