Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Yan Bin had forgotten the proposal process that he had rehearsed many times. He just knelt on the ground with the ring in his hand. Before he could say a word, he started crying.

"Wife, hiccup~ I...we recognize..."

What he actually wanted to say was that we have known each other for thirteen years, I have waited for so many years, and now I can finally marry you, will you marry me?

But because he was too excited, he couldn't utter a word and was sobbing and trembling.

Not too many people were invited to this banquet. There were Mrs. Qian and Yan Bin's parents, who were watching with smiles on their faces. There were also their close friends, some of whom were cheering on the sidelines to create a better atmosphere, while others were so moved that they were wiping away tears.

Han Mengyao was one of them. Her makeup was smudged from crying, and she was grinning and sniffing with panda eyes.

Song Pan'er always thought that she was a very rational person. She planned her marriage very well. She would get engaged first, then get married at the age of 24, and have a child at the age of 26.

But seeing Yan Bin kneeling in front of her and crying, she felt that all these plans were bullshit. She wanted to marry him and have a baby right away.

She didn't follow the routine at the moment. She wiped the tears from her face and knelt down.

It didn't matter that she knelt down, but everyone present held their breath for a second, and Yan Bin was so scared that he didn't dare to cry.

What normal girlfriend would kneel down when being proposed to? Is she trying to reject me?

Not daring to delay any longer, Yan Bin blurted out:

"Wife, marry me!"

Then he held the ring box in both hands, lunged forward, and lay in front of Song Paner.

This proposal ceremony was both touching and hilarious, with both parties making fools of themselves in turns.

After Yan Bin fell to the ground, Song Paner asked Mrs. Qian with a grin, as if she was about to cry:

"Grandma, I want to marry him, is that ok?"

Mrs. Qian smiled and nodded. Marriage is a big gamble, and her granddaughter has a good trump card. If nothing unexpected happens, the two children will grow old together.

After getting her grandmother's approval, Song Pan'er knelt down and took two steps forward, patting Yan Bin and urging him:

"Hurry up and stop lying down. Put the ring on me. My grandma agreed."

Haha, a good-natured laugh broke out.

In the crowd, Song Lai'er was smiling as she witnessed her sister's happy moment. Suddenly, a big hand reached out and held her tightly.

A blush slowly appeared on her face. She glared at Qiu Dongsheng, who was grinning, in embarrassment and anger. She pretended to struggle a few times, and then let him hold her.

Fate is a wonderful thing. One of them is Song Paner's sister and the other is a friend, but Song Paner has never introduced them to each other.

By chance, the two not only got to know each other, but also became a couple.

Qiu Dongsheng is an urban management officer. Apart from chatting and bragging with his colleagues every day, he takes his car out to chase away small vendors on the two days every month when it is his turn to work.

It doesn't matter whether he chases them away or not, as long as they leave when he chases them away.

But that day I met a stubborn guy who refused to leave and insisted on making hand-pulled pancakes for several customers before leaving.

Qiu Dongsheng asked him to push the car to another place to do the work and send it back after it was finished, but the owner refused to do it. He also told him to do the business later, implicitly reminding him to wait until he left and come back, but the boss still refused to do it.

Damn, Qiu Dongsheng has never met such an awesome person. In the past, any small vendor would run away when they saw him.

They showed no mercy and confiscated the tricycle, gas tank and pancake maker. I paid the fine and redeemed my belongings.

People have always sympathized with the weak, let alone those customers whose interests have been indirectly harmed.