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On this day, Gong Wan’er was already able to walk on the bed, and the injuries on his body had mostly healed. After Mo Zhaoyun got off work, he went to the hospital to deliver food, and at the same time brought a book.

"What is this?" Gong Wan’er took the book from Mo Zhaoyun and asked.

As Mo Zhaoyun took out the dishes in the thermal box, he replied with a gentle smile, "It's a wedding design.

Gong Wan’er opened the book and took a look, he felt that the wedding gowns inside were pretty good, and he did not choose to put them aside, "I'll finish eating and slowly read them, they are all pretty good."

"It's fine, take your time. If there's anything else you don't like, I'll bring it to you tomorrow." Mo Zhaoyun naturally wanted to be the best for Gong Wan’er, especially for the wedding.

Gong Wan’er did not particularly value wedding gowns, but in the end it was still Mo Zhaoyun's kind intentions, so after eating, Gong Wan’er sat on the sickbed with the booklet and started to seriously choose wedding gowns.

After Mo Zhaoyun was done packing, he went back to the sickbed and hugged Gong Wan’er tightly. The couple looked at the wedding picture book and picked it up, "How is it, this is all chosen by me."

"You're quite pretty, but when you walk …" Gong Wan’er frowned, thinking that the fishtailed wedding dress could only be worn with small steps, he suddenly felt that the wedding dress was not good, and said: "I think I'll choose something else …"

Mo Zhaoyun saw that Gong Wan’er was thinking about something, and his expression turned weird. He found it funny and went over to kiss her, "Choose slowly, there's no rush."

Gong Wan’er naturally did not believe Mo Zhaoyun's words, how could he not be anxious?

The wedding dress on the booklet was still just a design and was already being prepared. When the time came, the wedding dress would have to be made and it would be better to make it as soon as possible.

Even if he said that he would not care about the formalities, but this was the only wedding in his life. Gong Wan’er was naturally serious about it, and after looking through all the designs carefully, he finally chose a bra sized wedding dress on the second day. It was simple and low-key, but it did not lose out to extravagance.

After selecting the wedding dress and measuring its size, Gong Wan’er became an idler. Thus, her body was better than normal and she did not need to stay in the hospital, she only needed to stay at home to rest. Thus, Mo Zhaoyun helped her to complete the discharge procedures.

Mo Zhaoyun and the doctor repeatedly determined that Gong Wan’er's body was fine. After making sure that she was fine, they just needed to make up for it, and then they would go back to her hospital and get her discharged. Then, they personally brought her back home.

After exiting the elevator, Mo Zhaoyun's expression was a little strange, as if he was extremely nervous and nervous. As he was about to enter the door, Gong Wan’er's expression was very relaxed, and did not notice anything strange about Mo Zhaoyun, so he used his fingerprint to unlock the door.

The moment the door opened, Gong Wan’er's mind went blank, and then he covered his mouth and shouted: "Ah …"

Starting from the profound entrance, the entire room was filled with red rose petals and even on the walls of the house, there were many hearts made out of roses. In the middle, there was a photo of Gong Wan’er and Mo Zhaoyun together, it looked extremely sweet.

Gong Wan’er's brain short-circuited. At the moment, she felt that Mo Zhaoyun was trying to do something, but his actions were too fast for her to catch up. She could only stare blankly at the door with wide eyes.

Mo Zhaoyun cried out in joy and joy when he saw Gong Wan’er, but he had once again become foolish. Strangely, he calmed down his emotions, took a step forward and held Gong Wan’er's small hand, then led her through the profound entrance and into the living room.

As he walked in from the profound entrance, the living room's layout was also different. Other than the red roses that laid on the floor, the center of the living room was a combination of candles and roses.

LOVE

"YOU", as well as the candlelight dinner at the side, the wind chimes and twinkling stars that fell from the ceiling of the living room caused Gong Wan’er to feel extremely dizzy, as if he was completely looking at Mo Zhaoyun's expression.

Mo Zhaoyun held Gong Wan’er's hand and stopped at the huge "I".

LOVE

In front of him, he suddenly knelt down on one knee, holding onto a storage ring, he looked at Gong Wan’er who had gone dumb, and said gently and affectionately, "Evening, marry me."

Gong Wan’er's mind was still filled with the huge impact of "Mo Zhaoyun requests for marriage", and now, seeing him kneel in front of her with the ring in his hands, she was still a little confused. She stared at him blankly and replied: "We got the certificate."

Mo Zhaoyun: "..."

When proposing to his wife suddenly IQ is not online how to do, online wait, very urgent!

After Gong Wan’er finished speaking, he suddenly reacted, his face suddenly flushed red, wishing that he could dig a hole to hide in, feeling that there was no time to lose even more face.

"Yes." Gong Wan’er covered his hot face with one hand and turned his head around slightly. However, a hand stretched out in front of Mo Zhaoyun without thinking.

Gong Wan’er's cute reaction caused Mo Zhaoyun to be extremely happy, and he let out a soft laugh. However, his actions were very serious, and put the rose ring on Gong Wan’er's hand.

"Xiao'er, you've agreed to marry me!" Mo Zhaoyun stood up and hugged Gong Wan’er. The warm breath was on her shoulders, and the air suddenly became ambiguous.

Gong Wan’er returned to the cage rationally, and felt that what Mo Zhaoyun had said was completely nonsense. The two of them had received their certificates a long time ago, and even their children had one in the past. She was obviously an old man and his wife, but she suddenly had the sweetness of an unmarried couple.

Gong Wan’er had never thought that he would be the one to propose. In such a romantic situation, Gong Wan’er suddenly had the illusion that he was a heroine in an idol movie, and it felt too good to be true.

"How did you come to ask for marriage?" Gong Wan’er shyly lied in Mo Zhaoyun's embrace as she stared at the small stars that were flashing.

"Of course we have to propose before getting married. We even started preparing for our wedding, how can we not propose?" Mo Zhaoyun boldly and confidently, he had never thought that the two of them were the models of love after marriage.

Gong Wan’er looked up at him and asked, "When you told your parents about marriage at the hospital, did you think of all this?"

"Yes."

"How long have you been preparing?" Gong Wan’er was a little curious. Could it be that he had not been to the company for the past few days, and was preparing to propose to his wife?

Gong Wan’er frowned slightly. Shouldn't you give her a kiss after the marriage proposal? Why is it that my wife is so touched by it?

"Wife, I think we're just missing one final step!" Mo Zhaoyun's expression was serious, her eyes were fixated on Gong Wan’er's pink lips.

Gong Wan’er completely did not follow Mo Zhaoyun's train of thought. He was completely confused and frowned slightly, "Ah, what?"

Mo Zhaoyun smiled but did not speak. He lowered his head and directly kissed Gong Wan’er's small open mouth …

Gong Wan’er's lips were a little red and swollen, and had an indescribable shyness to it. In the end, the two of them still used the meticulously prepared candlelight dinner.

If not for the fact that the wound on Gong Wan’er's neck had not yet healed, Mo Zhaoyun would actually be more willing to enjoy another type of feast. Thus, even after the two of them had finished the romantic candlelight dinner, Mo Zhaoyun's face still showed some regret.

After cleaning the dining table, Gong Wan’er felt a headache as he looked at the romantic arrangements. He turned his head and asked, "What do we do with the flowers?"

Mo Zhaoyun directly carried Gong Wan’er back to his room, and replied in a casual tone: "Don't worry, someone will come to clean up tomorrow."

"Fine."

Gong Wan’er was at ease after thinking about it for a moment. Luckily he had proposed marriage at home, if it had been outside …

Thinking that she might be surrounded by monkey-like onlookers, she felt that the romance between the two of them was more suited to her character, but …

Taking advantage of the time Mo Zhaoyun was in the bathroom to take a bath, Gong Wan’er took his phone and went into the living room. He took over a dozen pictures of the roses and sent a WeChat to Liu Beibei.

Before long, he received a message from Liu Beibei: Gong Wan’er! Too despicable! Squeezing a handful of dog food in the middle of the night! Don't you know to protect the bachelor dog!

Mo Zhaoyun, are you proposing to me now?

Separated by the screen, Gong Wan’er could feel Liu Beibei's jealousy and hatred, and instantly laughed mischievously, replying: Of course, although our steps are disrupted, we're not lacking either!

Liu Beibei replied instantly. Tsk tsk, I can even smell the sour stench of love, I beg the beautiful woman not to spread the dog food in front of the bachelor dog at night, it's so inhumane!

When Liu Beibei said this, Gong Wan’er also instantly felt that he was a little cocky. However, Liu Beibei was her best friend, she had originally only wanted to tell her best friend that she had been proposed to him.

In fact, in front of a bachelor dog, marriage proposal, even if it was just a simple warning, could only hurt him!

"My wedding dress has already been chosen. When do you have time to choose a bridesmaid's dress?" Gong Wan’er sent a voice message over.

"Alright, no problem, I will definitely choose a beautiful dress!"

Gong Wan’er and Liu Beibei were happily chatting, when suddenly a "splatter" sound came out. The bathroom door opened, and Mo Zhaoyun walked out with a towel wrapped around his.

Mo Zhaoyun moved closer to kiss her, and said unclearly: "I'm waiting for my wife to boast for me!"

With his lips being fiercely sucked, Gong Wan’er raised his hand and pushed Mo Zhaoyun away. His small hand caressed Mo Zhaoyun's stomach as he glared at Mo Zhaoyun: "Wait, I'll go get a hair dryer."

After telling Liu Beibei that they would chat again next time, Gong Wan’er went to the cupboard to find a hair dryer, and very quickly helped Mo Zhaoyun dry his hair. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, the two went to bed.

Just as Gong Wan’er was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Mo Zhaoyun ask softly: "Oh yes, I haven't told father-in-law about the wedding yet. Are you going to say it yourself, or …."

Gong Wan’er opened her eyes and turned to hug Mo Zhaoyun. She was in a bad mood, she wanted to ask her father to attend her wedding, but she did not want to see Hao Jinzhi, that woman, go as well.

Although Gong Wan’er did not say it, Mo Zhaoyun completely understood what she was thinking. Hao Jinzhi was a woman who worshipped money and was vain, she was greedy to the point of never being called a mother by her wife.

"I don't want to make things difficult for dad …" Gong Wan’er said, inexplicably sad.