diskusbooks Chapter 150 We'll get married when I get back; I can't let her wait too long.
Chapter 150 We'll get married when I get back; I can't let her wait too long.
Under Fu Jiaojiao's accusations, Sang Ling finally understood the meaning of "three" and "four," and was completely stunned.
He shouted that he was wronged.
Fu Jiaojiao didn't believe her and pointed to the small, broken ball in the corner, saying resentfully, "You even have specially made communication tools, and you still say you don't have any."
Jiaojiao felt wronged and wanted to speak.
He didn't have any special way to contact the little girl.
Sang Ling looked at the small, broken ball on the ground, completely bewildered, with a big question mark on her little head.
When did the little broken ball become a special communication tool? How come she didn't know?
Sang Ling, both bewildered and anxious, hugged and coaxed the jealous Fu Jiaojiao repeatedly, assuring her that she only had him as her fiancé and no mistresses.
The proud Fu Jiaojiao was barely coaxed into having a good time, and then looked at the little broken ball and made an unreasonable request.
"I also need special contact."
"Okay." Sang Ling indicated that there was no problem, then turned to wake the sleeping little broken ball, "Coriander No. 2."
The little broken ball was awakened, sparkling brightly, and emitted a childish electronic voice, "I'm here."
"Set Jiaojiao as an emergency contact and load her contact information."
"Okay, setup complete."
Sang Ling turned her gaze away and looked at Fu Jiaojiao.
Fu Zhirang suppressed the corners of his mouth that were turned up, pretended to be reluctant, lowered his head, buried his face in Sang Ling's neck, and spoke in a low and affectionate voice.
"Say that you only have me in your heart, and that you love me the most."
Hugging the other person's waist, Sang Ling said without hesitation, "I love you the most, you're the only one in my heart."
Fu Zhirang tightened his embrace around Sang Ling, gently rubbed her earlobe, and whispered in her ear.
"I love you too, so much."
Even when lovers are trying to control their emotions, their whispered words still convey a powerful sense of love.
So the two of them dawdled for another half hour before getting up. When Fu Zhirang carried Sang Ling to the bathroom, her eyes were moist and red.
After Fu Zhirang tidied up and dressed them, the two went downstairs together.
Uncle Zhang stood in front of the dining table, looking at the two holding hands, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
After they were seated, I secretly took a picture and sent it out, my fingers flying across the screen as I dutifully gave my report.
Soon, he received a reward red envelope from the other party.
After accepting the red envelope, he smiled with satisfaction and even his steps became lighter.
Watching Uncle Zhang skip away, Sang Ling tilted her head in confusion. She turned to Fu Zhirang, wanting to say something, but saw him taking his medicine.
Sang Ling was slightly taken aback when she saw the medicine in his pocket.
"Didn't the doctor say you're much better? Why are you still taking medicine?"
Fu Zhirang smiled, patted her head and gently comforted her, "Don't worry, I don't eat it much anymore, I just need to eat one occasionally."
Sang Ling kept a stern face, not entirely at ease, but Fu Zhirang cleverly changed the subject, gently and patiently coaxing her to eat breakfast.
When we were almost finished eating, Zhou Bei arrived.
With a rare serious expression, he glanced at Sang Ling, then leaned down and whispered something in Fu Zhirang's ear.
Fu Zhirang's expression changed for a moment.
After Sang Ling finished the last mouthful of porridge, Fu Zhirang gently wiped the corner of her mouth, looking at her tenderly, "Are you full?"
Sang Ling nodded.
Fu Zhirang slowly wiped her mouth and hands, then suddenly stood up and squatted down in front of her, holding her hand and looking up.
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, her eyebrows curved, and the love in her eyes overflowed.
Speak slowly.
“Again.”
"Ah."
"I'll be away for a few days. When I come back, I'll come to your house to propose marriage, and then we can get married, okay?"
Fu Zhirang gazed tenderly at his beloved little girl, seeking her consent.
Sang Ling sat in the chair, looking down into the other person's eyes. In them, she clearly saw herself, and only herself.
Slightly taken aback, he nodded gently, "Okay."
The light in Fu Zhirang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, so intense that it almost melted her.
He took out a necklace that he had prepared for who knows how long and put it on her. A ring was strung on the necklace.
The silver ring may look simple, but it has many details that show how much thought and effort the person who made it put into it.
Touching the necklace around her neck, she felt its cool touch and looked down at the ring on the necklace.
It was only then that she noticed that the other person was also wearing the same silver ring on their ring finger.
Sang Ling was still curiously examining the ring when Fu Zhirang suddenly pulled her hand to his face, gently rubbing it against his cheek, his tone tinged with guilt.
"We feel so sorry for our precious baby."
He was supposed to propose to her in a grand setting and put a ring on her finger, but he couldn't wait.
Sang Ling touched his face and asked softly, "Why don't you wear it on your wrist?"
Fu Zhirang smiled and said, "I'll put it on you when I get back."
Fu Zhirang, who had just successfully proposed, reluctantly escorted the young girl back to her apartment next door, watching her go inside before turning to leave.
The atmosphere inside the departing carriage was heavy.
Zhou Bei reported while driving.
"It was a mission personally issued by the person above, who specifically designated us to return to the team. I'm afraid this operation is..." Zhou Bei didn't finish his sentence, but the silence spoke volumes.
Fu Zhirang gazed out the window thoughtfully, casually twirling the ring on his ring finger, his cold eyes fixed ahead, before slowly speaking.
"You heard that too, didn't you?"
Zhou Bei asked in confusion, "What?"
“I told you, we’ll get married when I get back. We can’t let her wait too long.” Fu Zhirang’s eyes were firm and sharp, like a drawn sword.
At this moment, Sangling became his faith.