she's a rose she's a gun

two weeks later.

After dinner, Wen Wenming and Mu Yang leaned on the sofa, watching the last episode of "Girls in the Police School" being broadcast on TV. Although it was the final episode of the last episode, both of them were in an indescribable mood at this time .

On the screen, Xi Xi's face was a little pale, but he still completed the final task well.

"Professor Li was taken away that night, right?" Mu Yang stared at the empty space next to Professor Ding on the screen.

Wenming couldn't be happier either: "Yes, the follow-up will be handed over to the police station over there."

"I still can't believe it." Mu Yang changed his posture.

"It's really shocking, but what Professor Li did is really wrong, isn't it?" Wen Wenming looked at Xi Xi who was toasting on the screen.

"Well, no matter what the reason is, it can't change the fact that she knows the law and broke the law."

Wenming sat up straight and changed the subject: "By the way, what do you have tomorrow?"

Mu Yang thought for a while: "It's nothing, I've been busy for the past few days, what's the matter?"

"I just thought that we should cook a meal together at home at night. After recording the variety show, you are busy going to the company to finish, and I am busy reporting to the bureau. I haven't enjoyed life together for a long time." Wenming rubbed Mu Yang's cheeks hair.

"Okay."

The next morning, as soon as Mu Yang stepped into the company, he was blocked by Nico's coffee.

"What are you smirking so early in the morning?" Mu Yang took the coffee and looked at Nico with an excited face in front of him strangely.

Nico dragged her into the office, looked left and right, saw no one around and said, "Good news!"

"What good news?"

"Next week's Golden Lily Awards Ceremony, the organizer has sent you an invitation letter!"

Mu Yang smiled: "Isn't this normal?"

"The key is! I heard from their staff that they selected you as the best actress!" Nico spit excitedly and didn't care.

"Really?!" Mu Yang was surprised and delighted.

"It's absolutely true, and you have a great chance of winning the Best Actress!"

The Golden Lily Award is one of the three benchmark awards in the TV drama industry, and being nominated for Best Actress already means being recognized by the industry, let alone winning the Best Actress.

The TV series "Return to My Embrace" recorded by Mu Yang last year and aired during the Spring Festival this year achieved good ratings, which also made Mu Yang frequently appear on the hot searches during that time.

Therefore, she had expected that she would be invited to the Golden Lily Awards, but being the best actress gave her a complete surprise.

"It's not done yet, don't be too happy." Mu Yang patted Nico's butt, then smiled and warned her.

"I know, I know." Nico said he knew, but there was still a smile on his face that he couldn't take back.

"By the way, then I'll finish reading the script you gave me yesterday, so I won't have anything to do at noon?" Mu Yang looked at his watch.

"It's okay, just discuss it in the afternoon. Are you going out at noon?"

"Well, let's go out for a while."

"Yo~~ Well, pay attention to yourself, don't make any mistakes before accepting the award." Nico stretched out his index finger with a clear face, and it was her turn to warn Mu Yang.

At noon, Wenming, who had just finished his work, received a call from Mu Yang.

"What's the matter? I just finished my work."

"I'm outside your unit, do you want to have lunch together?"

"Alright, alright, I'll come out right away." Wen Wenming hung up the phone happily.

"Why do you have time to come over? Don't we cook together at night?" Wen Wenming came to a secluded alley next to the police station, took a look, saw no one around, and grabbed Mu Yang's hand.

Mu Yang strode forward shaking Wen Wen's hand, with a smile on his face: "I have good news for you."

The two sat in a secluded ramen restaurant.

"Best Actress? That's great!" Wen Wenming slurped a piece of noodles and looked at Mu Yang in surprise.

Mu Yang brushed the hair around his ears, and smiled: "I was wondering...would you like to accompany me to the awards ceremony?"

"Can I? Of course I would." Wenming stopped eating noodles and widened his eyes.

Mu Yang smiled deeper: "Then let me see if I can get you an invitation letter. This is the first time in my life that I have won such a high award. I want you to be present."

Wen Wenming gently shook Mu Yang's hand, and smiled at her gratifiedly.

"Here comes the foie gras sushi." A man in his early 30s entered the room carrying a wooden tray.

"Thank you, Lao Yao." The person who rushed in from Civilization nodded.

Mu Yang also looked up at the person who came, but narrowed his eyes in confusion.

After the man went out, Wen Wenming gave Mu Yang a piece of foie gras sushi: "Try the signboard of this shop, it's very delicious. This shop tastes good, right? It's secluded and close to our work. I used to have a People come here to eat."

Mu Yang was still thinking.

"What are you thinking?" Wenming waved his chopsticks.

"Ah, I just think this boss looks familiar. He looks very similar to my senior in college, but my senior had a leg amputated in a car accident..."

Wenming frowned, and stuffed a mouthful of foie gras sushi: "It should be someone who looks alike, right? Lao Yao has been running a shop here, and he played basketball with our police force. I have seen him in summer. Under his shorts is My real legs."

Mu Yang nodded: "Well, I should have identified the wrong person. Now that I think about it, it doesn't look like that. You should eat quickly. I'm going to be late for work in the afternoon."

Back at the company, Mu Yang, Nico and several PR team leaders finished discussing the script and the next itinerary, but were held back by Sun Xuao to make the film.

"Nico didn't say he was going to make a film." Mu Yang glanced at the time on his phone, a little displeased.

With a smiling face, Sun Xuao clasped his hands together: "Sister Mu, the world is in an emergency, the original model was suddenly rumored to have a black history at noon today, so I definitely dare not use it."

"Try to hurry up, I have something to do at night." Mu Yang had no choice but to compromise.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Mu Yang hurried out of the elevator and opened the door of his house.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect it to be so late." Mu Yang hurriedly explained to Wenming while changing his shoes.

"It's okay." Wenming came out of the kitchen carrying a basin and noodles. "Go wash your hands first."

Mu Yang washed the vegetables, Wen Wen took them and cut them up.

"Can I try to hold the spoon?" Mu Yang cautiously pointed to the pot with the crumbling oil.

Civilization smiled happily: "Here you are, be careful of the oil star."

After working hard for an hour, the two finally got dinner.

Looking at a large table of sumptuous dishes, Mu Yang also felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart: "We are really good, we are worthy of being able to cook so many dishes."

Wen Wenming served the last soup, and asked a bit coyly, "Do you like it? This way... cook at home."

"Of course I like it, and it's with you." Mu Yang slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Civilization smiled, and she took off her apron: "Wait for me."

However, Mu Yang poked the fish and waited for 5 minutes, but Wen Wenming hadn't come out of the bedroom. She couldn't help shouting, "What are you doing? If you don't eat, the food will be cold."

This voice passed, and it took another half a minute to see the figure of Wenming flashing out of the bedroom.

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment.

Civilization changed into a police uniform, holding a large bouquet of roses in his right hand, hiding his left hand behind his back, and walked towards him with a flushed face.

"Well... I can't do this in public, but even at home, I want... it's very ritual." Wen Wen scratched the back of his head helplessly, and sent roses into Mu Yang's arms.

Mu Yang received it with red eyes, and she waited quietly.

On the contrary, Wenming was a little embarrassed. She rambled on, "The sense of ritual may not be that strong, and there are no special arrangements. I just don't know how to be romantic, and I don't really like those flashy things..."

She stopped here abruptly, and after glancing at Mu Yang's deep eyes, Wen Wenming took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say that sentence:

"I, Wen Wenming, formally proposed to Mu Yang today. May I ask Mu Yang, would you be my wife?"

As she spoke, she knelt down on one knee, and suddenly stretched out her left hand behind her back in front of Mu Yang, and gently opened the small box with her right hand.

A shiny diamond ring lay quietly inside.

Mu Yang took two breaths, looked at the diamond ring in front of him, and suddenly burst into tears, patter...

"Don't cry, don't cry!" Wen Wenming stood up anxiously, and gently stroked Mu Yang's back.

Mu Yang twitched his nose, looked up at Wen Wenming's arms with red eyes.

Civilization immediately knelt back obediently.

Mu Yang smiled so much that her teeth were exposed, she licked her lips, took a deep breath, and took the diamond ring: "I am willing."

"Hey!" Wenming uttered an indescribable onomatopoeia, she jumped up, opened her arms, and hugged Mu Yang tightly.

The two hugged each other and wept, unable to speak for a long time.

"Okay, let's eat." Mu Yang wiped his face and lightly thumped Wen Wenming's back.

Wenming coquettishly refused to let go, but after a while he let go of Muyang contentedly.

The two looked at each other, neither of them knew what to say, they laughed "puchi" at each other.

"Ahem, let's eat first." Wen Wenming pulled the chair for Mu Yang.

After sitting down, I moved my chopsticks, and the atmosphere eased a lot.

"...Why did you choose today? There was no warning at all." Mu Yang bit his chopsticks and looked straight at Wen Wenming.

The blush that had just faded on Wen Wenming's face rose again.

"I feel that we have gone through so many ups and downs together, and I feel that everything is finally on the right track now. I hope to use this matter to give us a good start for a better life in the future."

"And." Wenming put down his chopsticks, and looked directly at Muyang: "I want to form a warm family with you."

Looking at Wen Wenming's serious expression, Mu Yang suddenly flashed the indifferent backs of his parents since he was a child, and the scene of his father beating him with a belt.

Her eyes were blurred for a moment.

"Ahem, between us, is there any difference between this vow?" Mu Yang blinked desperately, and took a piece of beef to cover up his gaffe.

I didn't expect Civilization to be particularly serious: "That ceremony is still very much needed."

"Of course, I am very happy, thank you, fiancee." Mu Yang's ears turned red.

The author has something to say:

It was too difficult for me to write this chapter. A person who has never experienced a marriage proposal completed this picture description with his own imagination. Let’s just read it... Well, the two cubs are happy and it’s over.

Preview of the next chapter: There is another large piece of screen description that cannot pass the review. . .I'm thinking about how to modify it, and I feel like I'm going to lose my soul again.