I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

At [-]:[-] p.m., the ceremony officially began.

An Xing sat in the second row on the right, Jiang Hanchen was on the left, and An Zhi was on the right.

The tedious and lengthy speech and the love story that sounded a lot like a fiction made An Xing drowsy.

He squeezed Jiang Hanchen's hand to play, let it out when he needed to applaud, and grabbed it back to play after the clapping.

An Zhi looked at it like a fool for a while, but he was so panicked that he stopped watching it altogether.

Jiang Hanchen only glanced at An Xing at the beginning, knowing that he was bored, so he let him go.

An Xing squeezed his fingertips one by one, and then scratched his palm, like a kitten's paw, Jiang Hanchen was a little itchy, lowered his head and scolded him softly: "Don't make trouble."

The voice was deliberately lowered, like an antique cello, An Xing's ears were red, and he was not afraid of him at all, so he just bit his ear with Jiang Hanchen in a posture.

"Brother, it's so boring."

Jiang Hanchen didn't pay attention to what the master of ceremonies was saying in the background, and An Xing's soft complaints and coquetry lingered in his ears.

"Okay, it's over soon."

An Xing felt his head was heavy, and tilted his head on Jiang Hanchen's shoulder.

"Brother, I want to eat ice cream."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you when it's over."

An Xing moved his head and buried his whole face.

"We can get married in the future without such trouble."

Jiang Hanchen froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

"I want to travel and get married, brother, do you think it's okay?"

Jiang Hanchen remained silent, and An Xing didn't care.

"Where are you going? How about France? I originally planned to study in France after graduation, but I don't want to have a relationship with a foreign country..."

After a short period of silence, there was a sudden burst of booing.

"Propose! Propose! Propose!"

"Propose! Propose! Propose!"

An Xing raised his head in confusion, and looked around blankly before his eyes adapted to the too bright lights of the auditorium, and found that everyone was looking at him.

An Xing: "?"

As his eyes slowly focused, he clearly saw what was in Jiang Hanchen's hand.

It's Bai Ran's bouquet.

An Xing looked at Jiang Hanchen in surprise, capturing the fleeting trace of embarrassment and panic in his brows and eyes.

Jiang Hanchen was very confused.

At first, he was only distracted to comfort the bored children, but slowly, the little head rubbing against the shoulders and the soft and sweet coquettishness attracted all the attention.

Later, for some reason, An Xing began to imagine his wedding with himself.

It may be emotional.

Jiang Hanchen wanted to interrupt him, telling him that this is impossible, we will separate after the wedding.

But I don't know why I couldn't speak.

Might be the wrong occasion.

The strange thing is that Jiang Hanchen found that he actually started to think about the possibility of traveling and getting married, how long the vacation would be, what kind of work would he need to arrange, he hadn't been to France yet, what strategy should he do...

When thinking about how to persuade An Xing to study in France obediently, an unknown object flew in the direction of An Xing. It was very fast, and it must have hurt when it hit his head.

Jiang Hanchen blocked it before Anzhi turned sideways to block it.

So everyone saw him accepting Bai Ran's bouquet, and An Xing leaning on his shoulder affectionately.

An Xing was very happy.

He saw nervousness in Jiang Hanchen's eyes, which was normal, and An Xing was also nervous about what was going to happen next.

Although there is no ring, the flower is someone else's, and it may steal the limelight from others.

But the ring or something can be picked slowly.

Although the bouquet is small, it is still very beautiful.

Stealing Bai Ran's limelight is not bad this time.

An Xing has never been so eager to get into marriage.

He has always claimed to be an artist, how could he be bound by little love?

He wants to come back from his studies and kill all directions. How can an omega who stands at the top of the fashion circle get married early, have children, a husband and a baby?

It seems that principles are not very reliable. How can an artist be bound by principles? ? ?

An Xing digested all the unfavorable factors by himself, and he was a little concerned about the heart that was about to pop out of his chest. He was afraid that he would not live up to it, so he stopped cooking before Jiang Hanchen proposed.

The booing around is getting louder and louder, I don't know how much sincerity, how much is a joke.

An Xing couldn't hear clearly, his brain was bubbling, hot and noisy.

Jiang Hanchen couldn't hear it clearly either, he subconsciously looked at Bairan.

Bai Ran was unnatural for a moment, and then put on a decent smile, cheering and applauding with everyone, as if he was very happy that he had made a good match.

Jiang Hanchen was bored and irritable, he didn't want to see Bai Ran's smiling face anymore, so he turned his gaze to Jiang Jingchen who was beside Bai Ran.

Those eyes were complicated, contempt, jealousy, anxiety...all were covered up and disappeared at the moment Jiang Hanchen cast his gaze, leaving only praise and encouragement in his eyes, like a kind brother.

Nausea.

Everyone's eyes were real, and Jiang Hanchen was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. His stomach ached because he hadn't eaten much for a day. He stood up, trying to relieve the stomachache from the untimely tantrum.

An Xing kept staring at him, and subconsciously stood up.

Anzhi didn't notice for a while, but didn't hold back.

The surrounding gradually quieted down.

An Xing stood in front of him, looking up at him.

Jiang Hanchen could see An Xing's well-groomed black hair, fair and full forehead, thick eyelashes trembling and swaying, small and delicate nose tip, somewhat reddened pinnae, and tightly pursed mouth.

The dimple was only squeezed out a little bit, and the little canine teeth were not exposed.

Jiang Hanchen was disappointed.

He didn't dare to look into An Xing's eyes.The lights in the auditorium were so bright that they couldn't compare to the light in An Xing's eyes.Exuding anticipation and tension, beautiful and pure.

Jiang Hanchen couldn't bear to break it.

He could feel An Zhi's scrutinizing eyes on him all the time, if he embarrassed An Xing, Jiang Hanchen had no doubt that An Zhi would let him die on the spot.

Time passed so slowly, Jiang Hanchen's stomach pain was infinitely prolonged.

He needs to divert his attention.

He thought of An Xing's eyes.

They finally looked at each other after a short period of embarrassment and panic.

The light in An Xing's eyes was brighter than Jiang Hanchen imagined, reminding him of the sweet and soft milky fragrance that filled the room in the morning.The strange feeling of fullness made Jiang Hanchen feel less uncomfortable.

As if recovering from a serious illness, the long-lost comfort and freedom made Jiang Hanchen relax his vigilance, and he was a little unsteady.

When his right knee landed, he made a decision.

They have pheromones with 100% fit.

They are right in everyone's eyes.

He doesn't reject An Xing, and An Xing also likes him.

Since she will definitely get married, why can't it be An Xing.

So he said, "An Xing, will you marry me?"

I will protect you, respect you, you can do whatever you want, do my best to treat you well, make up for my selfishness, and the love that cannot be as you wish.

An Xing seemed to have rehearsed hundreds of times. He calmly took the bouquet and said to Jiang Hanchen, "I am willing."

Jiang Hanchen finally saw his little tiger teeth and laughed too.

The two stood and knelt and giggled for a long time, only to hear that the originally silent surroundings became lively again, the booing remained the same, but the content changed.

"Kiss one! Kiss one! Kiss one!"

"Kiss one! Kiss one! Kiss one!"

The calmness that An Xing had managed to save disappeared without mercy.

There were waves of booing and climaxes. It was as if no one had kissed in 800 years.

Marriage is about to end, are you still afraid of a kiss?

Jiang Hanchen quickly convinced himself, got up and looked at An Xing's flushed cheeks for a while, and then wandered to An Xing's lips that he couldn't help but lick because of nervousness.

A small part of the bright red tongue came out and then retracted. Repeated several times, the lips were already glistening.

Jiang Hanchen's eyes darkened, and he leaned over and covered himself up.

A superficial kiss, softer and sweeter than expected.

Cheers continued, and the master of ceremonies blessed the two of them, and then brought the guests' attention back to today's real protagonist.

An Xing sat quietly, his face was still hot, and Jiang Hanchen's coolness still remained on his lips.

He raised his hand to cover one side of his face to cool down, but it didn't work, the temperature in his palm was even higher.

So he sneakily moved to his lower lip again, and lightly touched his fingertips. The momentary coolness had already ignited into a raging fire, burning his tentative fingers.

An Xing bounced away suddenly, and Jiang Hanchen pressed down his hand, which was frozen in midair, and held it in his palm.

An Xing lowered his head and smiled secretly, pretending to study the bouquet seriously.

The bouquet is lily of the valley, a small pure white flower that is born to be quiet, free from fireworks, and indifferent to the world.

What Bai Ran said made a little sense, the aesthetic tastes of the two of them are quite similar.

An Xing likes lily of the valley very much.

Lily of the valley symbolizes the return of happiness.

He glanced at their clasped hands.

His happiness is not coming back from parting, but a long future.

The author has something to say: Jiang Hanchen's road to marrying a wife with his ability is progressing 60%...