Seeing the person coming, An Luoluo raised her lips and smiled softly.
"Luoluo, I..."
There was a hint of unnaturalness on Zhang Hanyu's handsome face. He was nervous and his palms were sweating because he really wanted to marry An Luoluo. He wanted to marry An Luoluo.
This idea has even been a dream for a long time!
"Hanyu, let me say a few words! You don't have to be so nervous! However, I hope you can think about it carefully!"
An Luoluo smiled softly, and after seeing Zhang Hanyu, her exquisite, black, and deep eyes flickered and flickered on and off several times. It wasn't that she couldn't see Zhang Hanyu's feelings for her, but from the beginning, he couldn't be excited.
It aroused the spark in her heart, not to mention that now there was a figure as cold as a fairy in her heart.
"You tell me...I'll listen..."
Zhang Hanyu's face turned slightly pale, but he seemed to have used all his strength to say these five simple words.
"If I like someone, I will give him red roses. I used to give you yellow roses, but now I give you yellow roses! Hanyu, do you know the flower language of yellow roses?"
An Luoluo's voice was soft and graceful, her eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and her whole person was gentle and graceful, like a gentle Jiangnan woman. She slowly handed the yellow rose on the table to Zhang Hanyu
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The soft and melodious voice was not as cold as in front of others, but even so, Zhang Hanyu still felt a chill and could not help but shudder slightly.
"Luoluo, between us...can we really only have yellow roses?"
Zhang Hanyu asked with a pale face, his sweet voice was very soft, with an almost inaudible tremor and a hint of pleading. I have liked her for ten years, and many things seem to be integrated into my bones.
At that time, because she gave him flowers, she was so happy that she ignored the hidden meaning of the flowers. Now I think about it, she had indeed given him yellow roses before and now.
Yellow roses, what is the language of flowers? Remember, he searched on Baidu for words about rose flowers!
The sky is light blue, the sun is warm, the clouds are rolling and relaxing, the wind is circling leisurely, as gentle as a lover's hand, the roses in the garden are in full bloom, the fragrance of flowers is blowing in the wind, the petals are falling, and it is beautiful.
There is tender green grass under your feet, no, it is all tender green grass as far as you can see. There are people coming and going on the lawn, white gauze, pink ribbons, long tables and chairs, and a wine pool piled with goblets.
The wind is soft, the clouds are beautiful, the flowers are fragrant, the wine is mellow, it is dreamlike and beautiful, and everything is filled with joy.
"Mom, do you really want to marry your godfather?"
Situ Lan pursed his lips, with a look of displeasure on his face. At this moment, he was wearing a blue suit with fine workmanship and proper tailoring. The blue wings shone brightly on his small back.
Situ Lan, who is already extremely beautiful, is dressed in other clothes, with silver hair, blue eyes, and wings. She looks like an angel and a devil at the same time. It can be said that she has taken in all the glory of heaven and earth and received all the rewards from the creator.
"Have you ever seen a tragic bride like your mother?"
An Luoluo twitched the corner of her mouth, with a look of displeasure on her beautiful face. She was dressed in a gorgeous yet elegant white wedding dress, which wrapped her slim and well-shaped figure. She wore light makeup and looked elegant.
She is a peerless beauty, captivating a country and a city, enchanting and charming.
