Chapter 1797

Duan Zhengyang, who had no idea that he was being tested, was falling into the saddest time of his life. Even when he was about to die of hunger, he was not so sad now.

When he was about to starve to death, he was still young, but subconsciously didn't want to die, but he didn't know what else he could do to continue to live. But now it's different. When he thought of Jiujiu, he would become someone else's home. Duan Zhengyang only felt that his heart had become fragments, and his mouth was bitter and astringent.

Duan Zhengyang looked down at Jiujiu with a calm face. The corners of his mouth moved. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word. Until finally, Duan Zhengyang couldn't speak a word.

He wanted to tell Jiujiu not to see other men, but when he said it, he found that he was unqualified.

Yeah, he's not qualified to say that.

What identity is Jiu Jiu? What identity is he.

Jiujiu is the cloud hanging in the sky, while he is the mud on the ground. The two are very different. He is not worthy of Jiujiu, so he is not qualified to say this.

Because he clearly knew that he was not qualified, Duan Zhengyang's whole heart was tangled. In the end, his eyes had begun to turn red.

Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's cheeks from red to white, and then turned to yellow at the moment. It was less than two hours, but Duan Zhengyang seemed to have experienced many years.

Looking at Duan Zhengyang's appearance, Jiujiu couldn't bear to see Duan Zhengyang go on like this any more. She directly held back about, looked at Duan Zhengyang and asked, "do you have something to say?"

His mind was directly broken by Jiu Jiu. Duan Zhengyang scratched a touch of guilty conscience on his face. Then he quickly bowed his head and said without looking at Jiu Jiu: "no, there's nothing to say."

"There's nothing to say. Why don't you dare to look at me?" Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's head almost down to his chest, touched it like a dog's head, and said with a smile: "do you like me?"

Hearing Jiujiu ask himself in a sweet voice, when you like me, Duan Zhengyang only felt that his heart seemed to have thousands of troops galloping, hitting his chest with pain, but it happened that the pain was sweet, so he couldn't help but want to aftertaste it for a moment.

Duan Zhengyang summoned up his courage and slowly raised his head. After looking at Jiujiu's eyes without any contempt, he bit his lips, nodded slowly and made a sound.

In fact, Duan Zhengyang was uneasy when he admitted it. He was afraid that if he admitted it, Jiujiu would drive himself away and Jiujiu would never see himself again. However, if he didn't admit it, he would no longer be qualified.

With no longer qualified to gamble with, Duan Zhengyang finally chose to confess with Jiujiu.

Jiujiu looks at Duan Zhengyang, who is obviously afraid that he doesn't want him, but resolutely confesses to himself. Jiujiu knows that it's not unreasonable for Duan Zhengyang to become the leader of the Wulin alliance in the future.

He will weigh the pros and cons, but also has the spirit of adventure. The only bad thing is that the women who pursue him are too cruel.

Jiujiu gently sighed and reached out to hold Duan Zhengyang's hand.

Duan Zhengyang's hand is very big, because he has been helping Jiujiu plant flowers all year round, which is particularly rough. For Jiujiu, Duan Zhengyang's palm is like a piece of sandpaper, which is badly worn.

For Duan Zhengyang, such a small action of Jiu Jiu touching his palm made his heart boil again.

Duan Zhengyang only felt that Jiujiu's fingers were small and warm. When he put them in his palm, his heart couldn't help being soft.

Just when Duan Zhengyang was thinking about why Jiujiu should hold his hand and whether he should hold Jiujiu's fingers back, he heard Jiujiu say softly in his favorite sweet voice: "Duan Zhengyang, will you marry me?"

Jiujiu's words still echoed in his ears, but Duan Zhengyang didn't return to his mind for a long time. After returning to his mind, Duan Zhengyang stared round and stared at Jiujiu. After a long time, he called tentatively: "Miss?"

Duan Zhengyang thought he was hearing wrong.

How could a high lady ask him if he would marry her?

I must have heard it wrong.

Just when Duan Zhengyang thought he had heard wrong, he heard Jiujiu ask him again: "Duan Zhengyang, will you marry me?"

Jiujiu looked up at Duan Zhengyang's eyes, smiled and said word by word, "would you like to marry me?"

Looking at Jiujiu's starlit eyes, Duan Zhengyang only felt that his heart was already close to collapse and began to speed up again. Duan Zhengyang looked at Jiujiu's smiling cheek and moved his lips. It seemed that after thinking about it, he nodded quickly and said under oath: "Miss, I'd like to marry you as my wife, but..."

But you are a young lady, but I am just a boy. I don't deserve you.

Duan Zhengyang didn't say this, but he could see some clues from his dim eyes.

Jiujiu held Duan Zhengyang's hand, took Duan Zhengyang to sit beside him, looked at Duan Zhengyang's eyes and said, "you don't think you deserve me?"

Duan Zhengyang's lips moved and didn't speak, but it almost meant that.

Jiujiu chuckled, reached out to hold the cheek meat on Duan Zhengyang's cheek, pulled it hard, and kept Duan Zhengyang in pain. However, because the person who did it was Jiujiu, he could only bear it with grievances on his face.

Feeling Duan Zhengyang's tolerance, Jiujiu gently smiled and made a sound. The hand holding Duan Zhengyang's cheek turned into a rub. Then he looked into Duan Zhengyang's eyes and said, "you see, you won't be angry if I bully you, but if you change someone, you will certainly annoy me."

Seeing that Duan Zhengyang didn't answer, Jiujiu said to himself, "my father and mother have only one child. In the future, the Bai family must be inherited by me. However, I am only a woman, and my father must recruit a husband for me. However, most men don't want to be redundant, but those who are willing to be redundant, who can understand whether he likes me or covets the property of the Bai family."

Jiu Jiu dragged Duan Zhengyang's cheek with both hands, asked Duan Zhengyang to look at himself and said softly, "you were saved by me and have been staying in my yard. I rest assured that you are willing to give the White House to you, so are you willing to marry me?"

When Jiujiu said the previous sentence, Duan Zhengyang still whispered in his heart.

Miss is so nice. Naturally, someone will be willing to treat her sincerely. Just after hearing what Jiujiu said behind her, Duan Zhengyang couldn't open his mouth for a moment. Especially when Jiujiu said he didn't know whether that person liked her or coveted white family property, Duan Zhengyang began to feel a little anxious.

If the man is greedy for the property of the Bai family, he will surely murder money and life, isn't that Jiujiu?

At the thought that Jiujiu might be killed by the man, Duan Zhengyang's heart was pulled up.

Looking down at Jiujiu, who had been looking up for his answer, his lips moved: "I do."