Chapter 58

The wind was strong by the Bund. Jiang Wu was still wearing her black dress. The wind was chilly.

When she came back from the hospital, she didn't go back to her apartment directly. She went through all the supermarkets in s city and bought a lot of useful or useless things.

This is her habit, once met let her upset, at a loss, she likes to head to the supermarket.

Listening to the noise inside, looking at the fireworks inside, she will have a real sense of security.

In addition to daily necessities, vegetables, meat and fruits, she bought a lot of dog food and toys for tires. Before paying the bill, she also chose a lychee flavored e-cigarette.

I remember Jin Zuo's appearance of swallowing clouds and puffing mist, and her perfect side face, vaguely hidden in the smoke, made her feel more alienated.

She wants him to be healthy, and she also thinks that maybe this e-cigarette is an excuse for her to take the initiative to see him again

Carrying a full of plastic bags, Jiang Fu received a call from Zheng Moyan.

He asked her to wait by the river under the apartment, saying that he had forgotten the password of the front door of the apartment.

Disappeared so many days, he is willing to appear?

……

Sitting on the bench by the river, Jiang Fu stares at the screen of her mobile phone, the light coming out of her cell phone.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no one to come. Jiang Fu made a phone call in the past -

NIMA, is the RBT actually singing a folk song to the party?

"Sing to the party The glory of the party shines on my heart Hello, make complaints about

, "Jiang Yun,"

, "I didn't expect you to use this customized ringing tone."

"Ha, you need to know that those who work in our field need to implement the ideological principles of our great ruling party. It's easy to deal with these problems well and go through trials."

“…… Where are you? "

"I saw you!"

There is a lot of wind on the phone. It seems that Jiang Wu is also by the river. She stands up and looks around, but she still doesn't see Zheng Moyan.

"You go east!"

"Up north down south left West right east, East is..."

Jiang Fu has the problem that most girls have. She doesn't know the direction. She turns around in the same place and doesn't know where to go.

"I've convinced you. There's Jiang behind you. Go to your right side!"

"Oh, here it is."

The more she walked forward, the less pedestrians there were, and the stronger the wind by the river made her skirt cling to her legs, and she couldn't help sneezing:

"I won't wait for you, you can stay in the hotel by yourself!"

"Jiang Fu ~"

the voice in reality coincides with that in the phone. She releases her mobile phone and looks up against the wind -

a tall man, standing on a heart-shaped Candlestick, smiles at her with a familiar ruffian smile, which is more provocative than the moonlight.

Zheng Moyan, what is he doing?

With a loud finger, the buildings on the other side of the river suddenly lit up a series of lights, one by one, forming a string of English, and the whole night scene of the Bund was inlaid with her name Jiang Wu.

At this time, the boats on the river lit up fishing lights and orderly discharged the shape of love on the river.

The river breeze was blowing his shirt. Compared with Jin Zuo's cool and straight, his shirt was more beautiful. His collar was open, showing his smooth clavicle.

Zheng Moyan knelt down on one knee, gave a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg, and said affectionately:

"goddess Jiang, will you marry me?"

Jiang Wu is completely stupid. She is still carrying a supermarket plastic bag in her hand. She is full of food. When she shakes her hand, a bag of sanitary napkins rolls out

It just rolled to the side of the heart-shaped candle.

She bent down to pick it up for fear of being set on fire, wasting dozens of yuan.

Zheng Moyan was embarrassed to see her reaction, and the ruffian smile in the corner of his mouth could not be stopped. He grabbed her wrist and looked at her seriously:

"I'm proposing, elder sister!"

With a sigh, Jiang said calmly:

"I don't know what you're doing, but if you don't let go of my hand, I'm not sure I'll put the sanitary napkin on your face."

“……”

"Are you refusing to propose?"

"Nonsense!"

Zheng Moyan gave a wry smile, nodded, released her hand, raised her arm and made a sound.

With a click, a man came out of the dark with a movie board in his hand. He was followed by a group of photographers.

Zheng Moyan reluctantly waved his hand and said to him:

"after I knelt down, I cut all those, and then led out the videos and photos, and immediately passed them to my father."