After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

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How could Han Qi still remember!

He thought that when Lin Bo came, Han Qi couldn't remember what he hadn't finished speaking just now, but he remembered it!

Was he that impressive?

Fu Juntong was stunned. He really wanted to take advantage of the night and confess to Han Qi just now, but the courage he mustered up, after Lin Bo stepped in like this, immediately weakened again!

It was almost exhausted by three.

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's clean and clear eyes full of doubts, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

I live in Bengbu, so I can't tell.

Fu Juntong gritted his teeth with hatred, and wished he could grab Lin Bo and beat him up before the time travel, so that he would not jump out suddenly to disturb them.

One without eyesight.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and it is impossible to travel through time and space, so we can only face the status quo firmly.

Now that I've said half of what I said, let's finish it!

Fu Juntong was rarely nervous. He was not so nervous when he first joined the company to accept his father's job.

Seeing that Fu Juntong was stunned for a long time and did not speak, Han Qi thought he was interrupted and forgot what to say.

This is also normal, he himself often gets distracted and forgets what he is talking about.

In order to avoid making Fu Juntong too embarrassed because he forgot to say something, but was asked by him, Han Qi thoughtfully changed the subject for him, and found a new one:

"Do you think it's a bit late, and it's almost time to go back?"

Han Qi stood up with a smile while talking. He felt that he was too witty: "I also think it's about time to go back, otherwise it will be too late, and I will be sleepy by then. Brother Fu, shall we go?"

Seeing that Fu Juntong was still sitting still, Han Qi stretched out his hand to pull him up, but in the end he exerted force on his hand, which made him lonely. He felt that he had used a lot of strength, but Fu Juntong did not move at all.

LOL, pulled but not quite.

This made him a little suspicious, Fu Juntong didn't want to leave yet, didn't he feel embarrassed?

When Fu Juntong felt Han Qi stretch out his hand to hold him, he woke up like a dream, and expelled himself from his troubled thoughts.

"Don't, don't go!" Fu Juntong grabbed Han Qi's hand with his backhand.

He was stunned just now, when he heard Han Qi say to leave, this is not possible, how could Han Qi leave, he hasn't finished his words, after today, if he wants to find another chance next time, that's not good Know when it will be.

No, no, I have to say it clearly, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight.

Thinking about this, the more Fu Juntong thought about it, the more he felt that today was the perfect time. He stood up so quickly that even Han Qi didn't realize it.

"You, listen to me."

Due to nervousness, Fu Juntong rarely stumbled when speaking, but he adjusted quickly and became fluent soon: "I like you, can you be with me?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Juntong seemed to be shy, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Han Qi again.

He is obviously a vigorous and aggressive boss at work, but now he is shy and jerky like a young boy.

Han Qi accepted a confession with a dazed expression. He was a little embarrassed to say it, but this was the first time he confessed directly.

Although he had been vaguely feeling that way when he was with Fu Jun.

For example, in the small garden of the villa today, when Fu Juntong said those words to him, this feeling was not even so hazy anymore.

The expression of emotion has been very clear and clear, and there is only a thin line between the confession.

But when Fu Juntong spoke to him so quickly and directly, he still felt a little caught off guard.

After all, their acquaintance time is too short, and even the bond of connection is very weak, it is just a child who arrived unexpectedly.

A weak emotional foundation will not have any happy fruits, at least he thinks so.

But Fu Juntong didn't seem to think so, so he directly expressed his feelings.

This made Han Qi flustered, his first reaction was of course to refuse.

But when he saw Fu Juntong shyly lowering his head, this determination to refuse was suddenly diluted.

"I will be good to you. Auntie's matter is my fault. I will accompany you more in the future. You can tell me what you think. I will accompany you if you want, go, or play. ,would you promise me?"

Fu Juntong's words were very simple and straightforward, without any gorgeous rhetorical words. He was obviously no longer a brat, but his words and actions seemed immature and jerky.

Like an inexperienced novice.

Han Qi was a little surprised by Fu Juntong's reaction.

After all, he always thought that even if Fu Juntong was not experienced, he could not be said to be a fledgling.After all, there are too many of his various coquettish operations, and the connection is too skillful, it can be seen that he is familiar with it.

But now it seems that he was wrong?

Fu Juntong's quick response may be due to his rich theoretical knowledge, rather than having experienced strong winds and waves. Otherwise, he would not be so nervous when he made such a confession.

Seeing that Han Qi hadn't responded, Fu Juntong was worried and scared, and couldn't care less about being shy at the moment.

He raised his head suddenly, bent down slightly so that his eyes were at Han Qi's level, and the movements of his hands were also extraordinarily bold.

When he stood up, he didn't let go of Han Qi's hand, and now he simply grabbed the other hand into his palm. Fu Juntong's hand was just big enough to wrap Han Qi's hand completely.

"I will love and protect you, I'm serious, can you promise me?"

When it comes time to use words, there is little hatred. The more Fu Juntong speaks, the more he feels that he is not up to date. Why are he so poor in words?

When it came to the end, even he himself felt desperate for his level of expression, and without waiting for Han Qi's answer, he continued on his own: "Okay, I get it, I'm fine if you don't agree, after all ..."

The speed of speech is getting slower and slower, and there is a bit of grievance like choking.

"After all, we've known each other for a short time, and I'm not very good at saying flattering words. I even hired an aunt blindly to make you wronged. It's normal for you not to agree to me. I..."

"I promise you."

Fu Juntong hadn't finished the words in his mouth, and was getting more and more wronged, when Han Qi responded suddenly.

"what?"

He couldn't believe it.

"I said, I promise you." Seeing this, Han Qi repeated it.

He was a little dumbfounded, how did he develop into this?He now seriously suspects that if he doesn't respond again, Fu Juntong will cry.

Han Qi stood on tiptoe, took out his hand, and patted Fu Juntong's hair comfortingly, just like Fu Juntong occasionally patted him before, but he was very careful, the force was very light, and the hair was not even spiky. Was shot chaos.

After all, it was said that men's hair should not be touched. Although he didn't care about it himself, he didn't know what Fu Juntong was thinking.

Han Qi really wanted to refuse directly, but when Fu Juntong said the first sentence, he was not so firm. The more Fu Juntong said later, Han Qi became soft-hearted, and even began to feel a little moved.

After all, a person cannot deceive himself. The affection he has gradually developed for Fu Juntong over the past few days is not fake.

If it were a stranger who had never met before, it would be impossible for Han Qi to go out to eat with him, live in his house, or even resist his kiss.

But he had experienced each of the above points with Fu Jun. This kind of experience not only did not make him feel repulsed, but made him feel a little happy about it.

Han Qi recalled how he cried in front of Fu Juntong not long ago, but still felt a little unbelievable.

Even if it is a child who can cry, when no one is hurting, there will be no candy to eat, so Han Qi learned early in the morning to only cry to himself.

He will cry to others now, is it possible that in his subconscious mind, he has begun to feel that he will feel distressed when he cries in front of this person?

He didn't know, but he was willing to give it a try.

So he changed his previous thinking and firmly agreed to Fu Juntong.

Fu Juntong didn't intend to get a response at first, and went to prepare for the funeral to whitewash the peace, but he didn't expect that this would bring him a turning point.

This time he was really shocked, but apart from the shock, the more exuberant emotion was uncontrollable joy, so intense that even Han Qi who was standing next to him could easily feel it.

The person who has always been expressionless, now has a bright and warm smile on his face, and the corners of his eyes and brows are full of joy.

As soon as he raised his hand, he hugged Han Qi into his arms, and wrapped his other hand around Han Qi's waist. In a protective gesture, he surrounded Han Qi into his territory.

Because he was too excited, Fu Juntong's breathing was not even steady, and his chest also had unsteady ups and downs.

Fu Juntong leaned into Han Qi's ear and spoke, the summer evening breeze was cool, but his breath was scorching hot:

"Hey hey hey!"

All of a sudden, Han Qi felt that he wasn't that touched. Very well, he knew that no matter how ambiguous the atmosphere was, it really wouldn't last long in Fu Juntong's place. Which serious and serious president would hehehe!

Fu Juntong hugged Han Qi, rambling excitedly, forgetting about it, and the more he said, the more outrageous he said: "Then let's get married, today, ah no, today is too late, let's go tomorrow morning! Man, you are finally going to become My people are gone!"

? ? ? ! ! !

Why, this just confirmed the relationship and is about to get married? !

It's not that popular these days, my friend.

So Han Qi dug himself out of Fu Juntong's arms very firmly, and then replied with righteous words and eloquence:

"No."

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