Chapter 184

It's spring in England. The sun is warm on people's faces. Occasionally there is a cool wind or two, with the fresh smell of vegetation, which makes people feel happy.

But Han Xiaoye was not happy at all.

In the twinkling of an eye, she and Fu Zhiyan have been abroad for nearly three days. Since he said he would get married on the plane, there has been no movement.

Two days ago, she was able to convince herself that Fu Zhiyan was secretly making a surprise for her, but now

Bored, she put her head on the sofa and tightened her pillow. In the study, a man's voice came out faintly. A fluent English, fast she can only understand a few words, occasionally there are other people to discuss the voice, nothing more than work.

Han Xiaoye ravaged the pillow, his eyes darkened. God knows that when she saw the group of foreigners in the study this morning who came to talk about their work with their suits and shoes, her original excited mood suddenly cooled down, as if she had been splashed with a basin of cold water, and her heart was cool.

This kind of cool is also cold, cold people heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidney pain.

She felt that Fu Zhiyan regretted it.

Otherwise, in the past three days, she hinted many times, and he didn't seem to understand every time. He pretended that he didn't understand. She couldn't just grab his collar and say, "uncle, you said you were going to get married. Why didn't you make any noise?".

not bad

Fu Zhiyan doesn't care

I don't care that much.

And don't care often shows not so like.

Han Xiaoye's heart is choked, inexplicably some irritable. She threw the pillow in her arms in the direction of the study!

The pillow flew to the half, hit the wall, and bounced back a little bit and fell to the ground.

"You liar, son of a bitch."

Han Xiaoye is very uncomfortable. He suddenly lies on the sofa, facing the direction of the study with his buttocks.

If you don't like it, you don't like it. If you don't get married, you don't get married!

However, in less than five minutes, the puckered and sulky man sat up again. Rub your short hair with both hands. Shengsheng rubs a pretty short hair like a chicken nest.

She is rare!

She is really rare!

It's very rare!

Rare for several times, I want to forget about my face. Anyway, it's not the first time I've taken the initiative.

But she can't be so shameless.

It's hard not to be rare and shameful. Han Xiaoye is miserable. His heart seems to be pressing a big stone. It's hard to breathe. She sat on the sofa for a while, suddenly sat up, put on her shoes and went out.

flower air

It was noon, and many people came out to go shopping.

Han Xiaoye changed the money in his passbook into pound sterling at the international bank. With a wad of money in his pocket, he entered the most magnificent shop decorated across the street

……

It was almost twelve o'clock when the door of the study opened.

man cooperation。”

“happy。 cooperation。” The standard Oxford accent is very nice.

After seeing off a few people, Fu Zhiyan turned back and found that there were fewer people in his family and the pillow left alone on the ground.

He frowned and bent down to pick up the pillow on the ground.

The hooligan lost his temper?

He Phoenix Mou one Shan but pass of deep, just put the pillow back to the sofa again, is preparing to go out to look for a person. The door opened——

"Where have you been?"

"Little uncle..."

man Her hand in her pocket clenched the things in her pocket as if to cheer herself up. Take a few deep breaths and walk over. He grabbed the man's right hand and put something on him rudely.

Fu Zhiyan felt cool on his middle finger. He looked down and found that there was a ring on his hand.

"Uncle, we'd better not get married." The girl with short hair hung her head and said abruptly.

"Yes?" Fu Zhiyan's Phoenix eyes are cold. Not married? What is she talking about?

Han Xiaoye took a deep breath, difficult to choke in the throat like a barrage of words said, "although we don't get married for the time being, but at least you have to wear a ring. And not getting married doesn't mean you're not my boyfriend. Anyway, sooner or later we'll get married. " The last sentence, she said in a very low voice, was more like saying it to herself. man

She stubbornly pursed her mouth, trying to pull out a smile, "this ring is my choice of custom-made, although not limited edition, but wear out certainly no problem."

The famous brand is too expensive!

flower Originally, she wanted to buy him a limited amount of money worthy of his identity, but her savings went into DV's home, which was just enough to buy a customized one.

She can't get married, but at least she has to put a mark on him.

She can't be shameless, and she can't help being rare. This is the way she thought of to have the best of both worlds.

Fu Zhiyan looked at the people who didn't look up at him from beginning to end. He didn't know how, but suddenly felt a little distressed.

He clenched his fist and looked down, "don't you want to get married?"

Shit! She thinks like hell! I wish I could move my registered permanent residence to his notebook immediately! But he made it clear that he regretted it. Can't she really be shameless? She also wants face and dignity. Even if he doesn't have a temper, at least he can't say he won't get married? Will she lose her temper or not? Do you want to break up or not?

these What a shame!

Even if the villain in the bottom of her heart is crying out, she still has the integrity to stem her neck and squeeze out two words from her teeth, "don't want to!"

Strange, strange, strange!

The villain in the heart retorts.

As soon as Han Xiaoye touched his lips, he said, "what's good about marriage? Marriage is the tomb of love. I'm only 19 years old and I'm in peace. I can't row it. In case... "

She felt that the temperature in the room had dropped suddenly. She didn't go down in case.

"What in case?" Cold and piercing.

Sometimes, he really wants to strangle her!

"..." Han Xiaoye stubborn don't start, silent. But I feel uncomfortable and aggrieved in my heart. The emotion I have been repressing for the past three days is about to reach the critical point.

Obviously, he is not willing to. She has built her own steps, but he still doesn't give it to others.