On the other side, Ling Yichen, who had no idea that so many things had happened here, prepared a grand proposal on this day.
The place of proposal is fixed on the Yuncheng bridge.
Qixi is the place where the Cowherd and the Weaver meet. The so-called magpie bridge is also the bridge of love.
And Ling Yichen's unique package under the Yuncheng bridge, in the seventh day of the night between 7:00 p.m. and 12:00 p.m., no vehicles and pedestrians are allowed to enter the bridge.
That night, the bridge was covered with red roses, bright lights and fireworks on both sides of the river bank.
Such a grand ceremony almost shocked the whole Cloud City.
Everyone knows that Ling yichenyao, the eldest son of Ling's family, is on the Yuncheng bridge and has prepared a grand surprise for his girlfriend. But few people know that the surprise is in the name of marriage proposal.
At about 5:30 p.m., Ling Yichen sent a message to Song Xi.
"Xiao Xi, I'll wait for you downstairs after work at six o'clock. I'll see you all."
Song Xi, who received the message, held his mobile phone and smiled for a long time.
His surprise has already been reported by the major media.
She had seen it on the news for a long time. Although it was no longer a surprise, she could understand his mind.
Unexpectedly, I have some inexplicable expectations. It's about six o'clock.
Finally, at six o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xi turned off the computer early and cleaned up the things on the table. She didn't expect that she would have such a restless day.
Just about to leave the office, Rococo called her.
"Xiao Xi, the whole cloud city knows what surprise master Ling has prepared for you. Don't you still know?"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"No, I just happened to pass the bridge when I got off work, but you know what? The bus was supposed to cross the bridge, but now it's blocked. I have to make a detour to get home half an hour later after work. Tut Tut, you're not afraid of the citizens of Yuncheng scolding you to death. In the name of romance, you will destroy the urban traffic order. " Make complaints about
Rococo.
Song Xi grinned: "you might as well say that I was a praise in ancient times. The reason why a beauty brings disaster to me is because it gives me a romance."
"I want to say that, but I'm afraid I'll be beaten by you."
"It doesn't matter. No one can afford this level of romance. As long as he gives it, I will accept it without complaint, and let them scold, and we will be shameless once."
"Tut Tut, I'm helping your family now. It's amazing. It's not saved. "
"Find a boyfriend quickly, and you will become the same as me."
"I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm a career woman now. Well, don't bother you. I'll go home alone for my Chinese Valentine's day. I wish you every success in becoming a woman tonight. "
The Rococo thief hung up laughing.
Song Xi holds her cell phone and turns to taste her words.
How about becoming a woman tonight? what do you mean?
Turning to smile, she instantly understood, the corner of her mouth showed a little embarrassed and shy smile.
"This stinky girl."
Hold the cell phone, press the elevator and go downstairs.
Along the way, the company's employees saw her smiling and asked, "Song Shao is always good."
everyone's smile contains deep meaning.
Song Xi was a little embarrassed, so he had to walk forward with his head down.
When I arrived downstairs, I thought I would see Ling Yichen.
But unexpectedly, she didn't see his car and figure. She stood downstairs and watched for a few times. She was going to take out her mobile phone and call Ling Yichen to ask where he was and if there was a traffic jam on the road.
But before the mobile phone was taken out, a familiar and old voice came from behind.
"Xi'er......"
Song Xi was shocked and turned around.
Song Qian stood behind her with a smile on her face.
"Dad, why are you here?"
Song Xi has not seen song Qian for a long time.
It wasn't that she didn't want to see her, but that Jin Si had an agreement with her.
Since the moment she returned to Jin's house, she could no longer take the initiative to see song Qian.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much."
Song Xi has some sour eyes.
He will think of her, very normal, and she often miss him.
After all, he was the father who raised her. Now that she knew her own father, she would abandon him completely, which was cruel to him.
She knew her daughter had done a lot of wrong.
"Dad, how are you doing? Are you okay? How are you? "
"It's very good. Can I take a step? I have something to tell you. "
Looking at Song Qian's eager eyes, it seems that he really has something to tell her.
Song Xi looks at the time on his watch. It's ten past six. Ling Yichen hasn't contacted him yet. He should still be busy. He should have time."Let's go to the coffee shop next to us."
Song Xi helped song Qian to the cafe of the company building.
After they were seated in the cafe, they ordered a cup of coffee.
"Is your relationship with Ling Yichen stable recently?"
"Very good."
"Well, how about the work? Is it going well?"
Song Qian just asked the West about some trivial matters in his life.
Song Xi seems to be fidgety and absent-minded. All of these are in his eyes.
"What's the matter with you? Is there anything wrong? My father has delayed you, or I will leave now. "
Song Qian was about to get up when he was stopped by Song Xi: "I'm ok. Don't worry."
"Well, dad wants to eat the authentic fried noodles in Yuncheng today. I don't know if my daughter can enjoy a bowl of noodles with me. In this period of time, I eat alone and live alone. I'm helpless. I miss the days when I live with my daughter. Even if I eat a bowl of noodles with you, I'm happy."
Song Qian's eyes were filled with tears of vicissitudes.
His humble plea inspired Song Xi's sympathy even more.
She is unfilial enough. If she is close to song Qian here, she forgets who killed her mother. If she alienates song Qian too much, she forgets song Qian's kindness to her upbringing.
She is in a dilemma. She has never known how to grasp the degree of getting along with song Qian.
Maybe she doesn't understand now and she won't understand in the future.
Jingling, jingling.
The mobile phone ring finally rings. Song Xi guesses that it must be Ling Yichen.
Sure enough, take out the mobile phone, it's Ling Yichen's call.
When song Qian saw her phone ring, he reminded her, "you can take it. It's OK. If you really don't have time, it doesn't matter. I'll go back now."
Song Qian stands up from his seat and is ready to leave.
Song Xi reaches out his hand and holds him: "Dad, wait a minute, wait for me to finish this call."
Song Qian is waiting for her to answer the phone again.
Song Xi connects Ling Yichen.
"Hello, yechen?"
"Where are you? Why didn't I see you? Did you leave early? I was a little delayed just now. I'll come to pick you up. "