little lover

Han Qiaoye looked at him and began to take things out of his pocket.

Zhuo Yifan took a step back with a red face, and stammered: "You, you will not be what I thought, this is too sudden..."

Han Qiaoye ignored him and had already taken out the small box that had been prepared. Zhuo Yifan's heart was beating so fast that it didn't seem like his own, and his eyes followed the small dark velvet box in his hand.Han Qiaoye simply knelt down on one knee, and opened the velvet box. Inside was a very simple ring, so simple that it didn't match him. When he knelt down, the sun shone on his face, and he was a little tanned. Red, with thin sweat on his forehead, but his eyes looked at each other with a smile, as if there was light inside.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, do you want to?" Han Qiaoye asked him, his voice was more serious than ever, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear a little nervousness in him, "Yifan, would you like to be with me?" I get married and share my life?"

Zhuo Yifan was a little overwhelmed, the people around had already started clapping and cheering, different skin colors and customs of different countries could not stop them from sharing the pure love, someone shouted with a smile in half-baked Chinese: "Promise him!"

Zhuo Yifan moved a bit, but quickly stood up straight, shook his ears and said, "I, I want to think about it!"

Before the people around could make a fuss, Han Qiaoye stood up by himself. He grabbed Zhuo Yifan's hand and put the ring on him, saying loudly, "No."

Zhuo Yifan blushed and shouted: "Why are you so domineering, I can't even think about it!"

Han Qiaoye said evilly, "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

He took out another ring from his trouser pocket and handed it to Zhuo Yifan: "Then, can I share your life now?"

Zhuo Yifan could feel the warmth of it while holding it in his hand, and it also carried the temperature of Han Qiaoye's body. He didn't know how long he had hidden it. He prepared the pair without hearing any news.He looked at it carefully, and put it on for Han Qiaoye. Although he was not as overbearing as Han Qiaoye, his expression was as serious as his. Bend up.

The people around immediately let out good-natured laughter, and a few people who were familiar with Han Qiaoye whistled at him.

The ceremony was so simple that it was even presided over by Han Qiaoye himself. He held his child's hand from the beginning to the end and did not let go. At the end, he changed a local language and said something quickly.

The friends who came laughed for a while when they heard it, and clapped their hands to send blessings. Several strong young men went up to lift them up and threw them vigorously. Zhuo Yifan shook and felt that he was thrown in the In mid-air, squinting his eyes, he could see the blue sky and the warm sun in Africa. He heard the laughter of his partner who was also thrown up. It was the first time he heard Han Qiaoye laughing so happily. The voice was hearty, enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

They were quarreled for a while, and after they were put down, they went to have a picnic together. Zhuo Yifan was led away by Han Qiaoye. He leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What were you talking about just now?"

Han Qiaoye said, "I said I love you. I've said it many times. Do you still want to hear it?"

Zhuo Yifan said with red ears: "It's not this, I understand this, what did you say in the local language at the end?"

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "Well, it's a small matter."

Zhuo Yifan said, "Huh?"

Han Qiaoye didn't answer him any more, just stroking his hair with a smile, and took him to eat.

During the meal, Zhuo Yifan was still very itchy in his heart. He always wanted to know what he said. He knew that Han Qiaoye would not change the subject. If he didn't say anything, there were only two reasons. One was business. I don't want to talk about it, and the other is that I am shy about emotional matters and don't like to talk about it.

Zhuo Yifan had heard him talk a lot, and sometimes he got excited and dared to say anything. It was the first time seeing this young master blushed, and he was also shy and embarrassed to say something to him, and the other party said it was a "small matter" , which made Zhuo Yifan want to know even more.

While Han Qiaoye was packing up his things and was about to drive to another place for sightseeing, he ran to ask the tall man with the scar on his face. The highest, can also speak a few words of Chinese.

Sure enough, when the other party heard Zhuo Yifan's question, he grinned and told him in blunt Chinese: "Han said that he can't live without four things in his life, air, bread, water and you."

Zhuo Yifan blinked.

The other party thought that he had mistranslated Chinese, and scratched his head strangely. Why did the person in front of him suddenly start to blush after hearing such a sentence?

Han Qiaoye waved him over from the car and shouted, "Yifan!"

Zhuo Yifan subconsciously agreed, "Come here!" He took out a candy from his bag and stuffed it to the human being, "Happy candy, please!" Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he rushed Han Qiaoye ran over there.

Han Qiaoye was standing by the car door waiting for him. The wind blowing past his face on the prairie lifted his hair on his forehead. He looked at Zhuo Yifan with a smile on his lips, and his charming peach eyes curled up. At one o'clock, with a thrilling beauty.

Zhuo Yifan also smiled, revealing a row of shining white teeth.He touched the ring on his hand cherishingly, thinking about the last sentence Han Qiaoye said, and added in his heart: Me too.

They played until night, when Han Qiaoye's friends said they would hold a bonfire party, such a happy event should be lively.

Han Qiaoye lowered his head and asked Zhuo Yifan, and after confirming that he had enough physical strength and no discomfort, he nodded in agreement.Zhuo Yifan was very interested in the bonfire, so he took out his camera and took a lot of pictures, which was a bit like collecting folklore.

Han Qiaoye said: "When you were in China, I never saw you working so proactively. I really should take a photo and send it to your assistants and editors, so that they can all see how hard you work."

Zhuo Yifan said while taking pictures: "It's the first time I see you, it's quite interesting."

Han Qiaoye pressed his shoulders to make him turn around, raised his eyebrows and forced him to take a few photos of himself, and then told him, "Single ones, wash them and stick them in the bedroom, and put them in your wallet. "

Zhuo Yifan couldn't be happier: "Why don't I retouch the pictures for you?"

Han Qiaoye said triumphantly, "No, you can shoot whatever you want, which angle doesn't look good on me?"

What I said was true, grassland, starry sky, bonfire and crowd, all of them were not as good-looking as Han San in Zhuo Yifan's eyes.