The restaurant on the second floor is not a holiday. There are only a few guests in the restaurant.
The waiter at the door saw Yan Yaru coming and was busy leading the way until he came to a place by the window.
"Miss Yan, please wait here. Mr. Jiao will be here in a minute."
Yan Yaru nodded politely.
"Good."
About three or two minutes later, a sound came from the door.
Yan Yaru looked back, looking for a voice, and saw Jiao Yang holding a large number of roses, who were almost covered by the bouquet.
99 bright red roses, bundled into a big bouquet with a diameter of more than one meter, quite eye-catching.
Soon, all the guests in the restaurant were focused.
He was wearing a black suit, his hair was combed neatly, and his handsome and extraordinary face matched with his outstanding temperament, just like an aristocratic prince from Europe. He held such a big bunch of flowers and came to Yan Yaru's direction. All the girls on the scene could not help but marvel with envy.
Under the public's attention, Jiao Yang came to Yan Yaru. He sent the bouquet to her. When she took it, she knelt down on the floor.
Looking at his action of touching the ring in his pocket, Yan Yaru only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her mouth.
This is really a blessing in disguise. I had never dreamed of proposing before, but it came true!
"Yaru," he said, opening the delicate jewelry box made of red velvet and showing the glittering diamond ring in front of her, "I want to marry you and be my wife, will you?"
The atmosphere in the restaurant ignited all of a sudden.
People look at Jiao Yang and Yan Yaru. They don't know who started first.
"Promise him! Promise him
Then, they began to roar.
"Promise him, promise him!"
"Promise him!"
Tears unconsciously, has filled the eyes, is the tears of happiness.
Yan Yaru almost trembled and nodded her head.
"Good."
Everyone in the restaurant cheered.
Looking at Jiao Yang, put the ring on Yan Yaru's ring finger, people began to shout again.
"Kiss one! Kiss one
"Yes, kiss one!"
Yan Yaru never thought that she could have such a happy chance.
With his arms around him, Yan Yaru's face turned red, her head hung down, her eyes shining with shame.
In the noise of the crowd, Jiao Yang raised his lips and came to Yan Yaru's lips.
Before kissing, yanyaru could not help holding her breath.
Is he going to kiss himself?
He's going to kiss himself!
No
A cluster of eyebrows, as if to think of something, she flustered hand, push away Jiaoyang.
He can't kiss her, he can't!
"What's the matter?"
Looking at Yan Ya Ru's white face, Jiao Yang doesn't understand.
"No, nothing..."
Yan Yaru shook her head, but people with clear eyes could see that she didn't seem to be OK.
Jiao Yang's eyes sank, but he soon responded.
Facing everyone's astonished eyes, he took Yan Yaru's shoulder and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you afraid of? I'm so strong. Just your cold virus can infect me?"
After hearing what he said, everyone understood.
It turned out that the girl had a cold and was afraid of infecting her fiance, so she refused to kiss.
The atmosphere became lively again. They all said that these two people were just throwing dog food!
Yanyaru hung her head and didn't say a word. She was a shy little daughter-in-law, but her heart was still fluttering up and down.
From time to time, she raised her eyes and explored the past on Jiao Yang's face. She saw that he looked as usual without any doubt. When she looked at her, she also indicated that she was at ease.
When touching happiness, the bottom of my heart is empty.
……
Usually I can't see it. Unexpectedly, Jiao Yang is still such a romantic person.
In addition to the roses, rings, red wine, candlelight dinner she asked for, he called a violinist and played music for her all night.
Probably because she was happy, yanyaru drank a few more cups. When she finished her meal, her cheeks were flushed.
"You're drunk. Shall we go back?"
Jiao Yang has been observing her situation, see her face crimson, know she drink a lot, busy stop her hand to the glass.
She was also clever, nodding and letting him lift herself from his seat.She was very light, like a thin piece of paper. He didn't use much strength to pick her up.
I left the restaurant and went into the elevator.
Just in the elevator, I met a couple of little lovers who had dinner together when I was just in the restaurant.
That woman is very lively, look at Yan Yaru, and then look at Jiao Yang, and then dislike the pinch his boyfriend's waist.
"Look at people, boyfriends are carrying them upstairs!"
Her boyfriend was also aggrieved, "people were drunk. When you were drunk, I was holding you?"
The girl hummed and pouted, but the atmosphere in the elevator became more active.
Her boyfriend is also a warm-hearted master. When the elevator stops, he specially comes to press the delay button and releases it when Jiao Yang takes people out.
At the moment when the elevator door was closed, the smart girl called out to them, "come on, handsome boy!" in her farewell voice
Jiao Yang looked embarrassed. Fortunately, at this moment, Yan Yaru seemed to have gone to sleep, her head resting on her chest, her eyes closed and she didn't say a word.
This cognition made him less embarrassed.
Out of the elevator entrance, across the corridor, came to the door of the room they had ordered.
The door card is in the pocket of his coat. Holding Yan Yaru like this, he can't get the room card at all.
Helpless, had to put people down first.
He was careful not to drop her.
But did not expect, originally quiet Yan Yaru, after the foot falls to the ground, the movement suddenly restless.
She stretched out her arms, straight around his neck, 1.65 meters tall, in front of his 1.85 meters big, like a koala general, hanging in front of him.
She was full of wine, drunk eyes hazy, "they just let you refuel, add what fuel ah?"
In a word, Jiao Yang's face turned red.
He didn't answer. He just felt the door card and replied, "you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk."
Yanyaru not reconciled, mouth more to the neck of Jiaoyang together.
Hot and humid smell, spray in Jiaoyang ear, only bring provocative itching.
He frowned, his hand accelerated, waiting for the door to "click" open, he quickly raised his hand, pulled off the dishonest arm, with a force, picked up her whole body, and walked towards the hotel suite.