Chapter 45: The little brother next door is a little good (45)
The girl sat upright, with a serious expression, as if she was looking at the document very seriously.
The always lazy girl suddenly became diligent, Ji Mian always felt that something was wrong.
Feng Qian closed the document in front of him and tilted his head.
"A Mian, I'm hungry."
The girl's voice was soft.
Ji Mian lowered her long eyelashes, laughed softly, and sat down beside the girl.
For the first time, the girl offered to eat.
There must be something hiding from him.
Ji Mian didn't pierce Feng Qian either.
The boy slowly opened the lunch box and handed Feng Qian a pair of chopsticks.
The girl was surprisingly good today, and Feng Qian ate all the food Ji Mian gave her.
After dinner, Feng Qian started to drive people away.
"I'm full, you can leave." The girl stared at Ji Mian and said seriously.
Ji Mian felt a little aggrieved, "Drive me away?"
"No." Feng Qian shook his head, "I have to work hard today."
system:"……"
You lied to the ghost, the host.
Ji Mian wasn't actually angry, the other party really didn't know how to lie.
The teenager was just curious what the girl wanted to do.
He pretended to be wronged, but just wanted to tease the other party.
Ji Mian lowered his eyes and said in a sullen tone, "Okay."
The wind frowned.
She didn't like the way the fragments looked wronged.
Looking distressed.
Feng Qian felt a panic in his heart.
The girl blinked, staring at the back of the boy leaving.
A little stuffy.
Feng Qian suddenly got up and rushed towards the boy, hugging Ji Mian's waist.
Ji Mian's footsteps paused, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
The girl turned to him, stood on tiptoe and kissed Ji Mian's lips.
A little bit of water.
Back soon.
Feng Qian blinked: "Come to the company to find me at eight o'clock tonight. Remember, be on time, not early or late."
The slender boy rolled his eyes and raised his hand to mess up the girl's hair.
"it is good."
The wind let out a sigh of relief.
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This afternoon, Feng's Enterprise inexplicably received several carts of roses. The lady at the front desk was confused and hurriedly asked the president for help.
Mr. Feng said that the flowers were sent by her.
The lady at the front desk quickly let go.
A group of staff got busy in an instant, transporting the roses off the bus.
The accompanying designer immediately took a small notebook to investigate the internal environment of the company.
A group of people were busy, and soon the entire Feng's enterprise was filled with the aroma of roses.
All the staff were collectively stunned.
Mr. Feng is getting married?
So many roses! ! !
At half past seven in the evening, Ji Mian was on the way to Feng's company.
The teenager sat in the car, staring coldly at the neon lights flashing on both sides of the street.
At night in the city, when the lanterns are just on, they are intoxicated.
He doesn't care about these.
All the prosperity, after all, can not match the sweetness of the girl.
Ji Mian received a call from Feng Qian.
The girl asked on the phone, "Are you here?"
The teenager glanced at the passing street sign, "On the road."
Also coming soon.
Feng Qian was holding the phone, inexplicably nervous.
The girl opened the curtains.
Exposed a large transparent glass window.
From here, the entire city can be clearly seen.
Feng Qian put down the phone, and a video call was in progress on the laptop screen on the table.
The girl made a gesture towards the screen.
At the same time, the direction of neon lights throughout the city has changed.
The girl raised her hand and put the phone to her ear, and said, "A Mian, look out the window."
Following the girl's words, Ji Mian slammed down the car window and tilted her head to look out the window.
The next second, the boy was stunned.
The young man who has always been cold and self-sufficient, his brain instantly emptied.
Almost at the same moment when the girl's voice fell, all the electronic screens in the city instantly turned off and then suddenly lit up.
Only one sentence is displayed on the screen:
Ji Mian, marry me.
- The wind is shallow.