Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran was admitted to the university smoothly, and he found a part-time job, but he made very little money, barely enough to buy a regular handkerchief.

Qi Ping still took care of him meticulously and pampered him, but Zhang Anran could feel that as the gap between the two people widened, the way they got along became more and more dull, sometimes Qi Ping stared at him , will suddenly be in a daze, not knowing what to think.

So when the so-called casting director grabbed Zhang Anran and handed him his business card, Zhang Anran took it without hesitation.

At that time, Qi Ping happened to be busy with business negotiations abroad. Zhang Anran took advantage of his summer vacation and took some time off to finish filming the film—and his purpose was very simple, just for the 20 yuan salary, he wanted to give Qi Ping Buy a present that is affordable.

But I didn't expect that this drama would soon be on the stars and become popular overnight.

Zhang Anran bought a cufflink with all the film salary and gave it to Qi Ping. Qi Ping put his hand on his, with an inexplicable expression, he asked him: "Are you going to be a star?"

Zhang Anran chuckled and replied, "If you want me to do it, I'll do it. If you don't like it, then it doesn't matter if I give up."

Qi Ping stared at Zhang Anran for a while, and after a long time, he said: "You like this job very much, I will help you and protect you."

Zhang Anran grabbed Qi Ping's hand with his backhand, kissed his fingers, and replied: "I want to make a lot of money..."

"Huh?" Qi Ping looked a little dazed, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of Zhang Anran's words.

"If you earn a lot of money, there will be enough dowry for you to marry me." The smile on Zhang Anran's face was extraordinarily dazzling, and his eyes were shining brightly, as if he was having an extraordinarily sweet dream.

Qi Ping's face was a little strange, showing an indifference that shouldn't be there. After a while, he said, "I'm looking forward to it. We will get married and I will be your husband."

At that time, Zhang Anran didn't realize that something was wrong. He was too young to understand people's hearts and capture details.

Afterwards, Zhang Anran entered the entertainment circle. He acted recklessly, but his luck was always good. Even without Qi Ping's help, he could always save himself from danger. The circle is like a duck to water, and countless fans gather around him one after another, making him feel true love.

When Zhang Anran entered the circle, he thought about disclosing his relationship with Qi Ping. The interview had already been done, but Qi Ping intervened to delete the relevant part.

Panting, Zhang Anran went to find Qi Ping, but Qi Ping said to him: "You are still too young, after a few years, you will have a deep foothold in the entertainment industry, and our relationship will become more stable, it will not be too late to make it public. "

Zhang Anran was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he was reluctant to fight Qi Ping, and he caused a lot of trouble in the entertainment circle, and then it stopped.

Later, when Zhang Anran's savings reached the first 1 million yuan, he stuffed the bank card into a gift box and tied a bow that was not pretty. On a morning that was no different from usual, he put the gift box Stuffing it into Qiping's bosom who was wearing an apron, he spoke naturally: "With a little money, we can hold a wedding."

Qi Ping stared at him blankly for a long while before saying to him, "Let me propose this time."

Zhang Anran stretched out his hand, pinched Qi Ping's face, and said, "Marry me."

Qi Ping still had the indifferent look that you are looking for death, but Zhang Anran was not afraid at all. He hugged Qi Ping horizontally, rubbed Qi Ping's body with his palms, and said with a sullen smile, "Marry me."

Qi Ping raised his hand, as if he was going to hit him, but his hand fell lightly on the back of his head, but he hugged him instead.

Zhang Anran pushed forward, leaned down and kissed the flush lips, he strode away from the nearest room, and directly pressed the person on the bed.

Zhang Anran pressed Qi Ping's shoulders with both hands, and said to his Qi Ping with that unbelievably good-looking face: "Marry me."

Qi Ping tightly grasped the small gift box, but said: "You are too perfunctory."

"Maybe I won't be able to make more money than you in my entire life, but I'm willing to give you everything I have," Zhang Anran smiled flamboyantly, "I don't love talking a lot, I love being with you for the rest of my life. "

Qi Ping stared at Zhang Anran for a while, he nodded slowly and firmly, and said, "I want to marry you."

Zhang Anran kissed him and had a sleepless night.

The next day, Zhang Anran woke up naturally from his sleep. When he woke up, he found that the bedside was crowded with people. The makeup artist and stylist almost arrested him. He simply ate breakfast and was left alone for several hours. If it wasn't for the handwritten letter that Qi Ping left for him, he would have blown his hair a long time ago.

Ran Ran:

I agreed to your marriage proposal last night, but after much deliberation, I still want to propose to you once, in a formal, grand, and appropriate way. I wonder if you can fulfill my wish?

your fiancé flush

Zhang Anran held his letter paper, and all the people in his heart ran away. There was no chance for him to refuse, but considering the word "fiancé", he should agree.

After a long period of recuperation, Zhang Anran boarded the helicopter and went straight to Qiping Haolun. They enjoyed exquisite and delicious food while the band played, dug out the ring in the last dessert, and Qiping took one knee Kneeling down, his movements were as standard as rehearsals countless times, he held up the ring, and said blankly: "Marryme."

Not marrying me, not marrying me, but "Marryme", Zhang Anran saw Qi Ping's thoughts, but he held out his fingers reservedly, and said, "I love you."

Qi Ping quickly put the ring on Zhang Anran's finger as if he didn't hear it, and he grabbed Zhang Anran's hand, as if he was afraid that he would take off the ring.After a while, his hands began to tremble slightly, and a rare smile appeared on his face. He said, "I love you more than my life."

Qi Ping still knelt on the spot, but the surrounding bands and table service staff left quietly. The sea breeze at night brushed his cheeks gently, making people sober and intoxicated.

Zhang Anran stared at Qiping and said, "As long as you don't betray me, I will be with you forever, I will belong to you, and you will belong to me."

Qi Ping raised his head, looking gentle and harmless under the light, and very gentle, he replied: "Okay."

After saying this sentence, he knelt and climbed a few steps forward, got between Zhang Anran's legs, and lowered his head.

Zhang Anran doesn't know where Qi Ping developed his hobby, he always seems to like to kneel down and help him.Zhang Anran gently rubbed Qiping's hair, and when he vented out, he hugged him into his arms again.

Qiping's legs were spread wide apart, without any shyness or embarrassment, he straddled Zhang Anran's body, frowning slightly, and what troubled him seemed to be how to make Zhang Anran work more easily and comfortably .

Zhang Anran fulfilled his wish.

Soon after the engagement, the marriage was a sweet and tender private wedding, with a high church, two people holding each other tightly, everything was perfect except for the lack of legal recognition.

At the end of the ceremony, Zhang Anran took the initiative to kiss Qi Ping. Qi Ping's eyes were moist for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, as fast as Zhang Anran's illusion.

Zhang Anran licked Qiping's eyes, and said softly to him: "Keep your tears and cry on my bed."

Qi Ping hugged his husband tightly and said, "You are mine now."

"It's yours, it's all yours."

They meet, they get along, they fall in love.

They date, they get engaged, they marry.

Love is as beautiful as a story in a fairy tale, exuding sweet fragrance and transparent bubbles.