He wanted to give her the best in the world, not even a wedding, just a ring...
An Moran was not impatient and repeated again, "I want you to put it on for me with your own hands."
Seeing that Gong Shaoming was still silent, An Moran reached out and took his big hand, took out the men's ring and put it on his ring finger.
Gong Shaoming curled his finger bones and stopped her movement.
"What do you mean?" An Moran paused, his face turned pale, and he looked up at Gong Shaoming, who was resisting being trapped.
"Give me time." Gong Shaoming opened his lips with difficulty, only saying four incomprehensible words, and stared into An Moran's eyes. He believed she would understand.
Give him time, he will definitely clear all obstacles and marry her openly!
Their eyes met, An Moran clearly saw the deep affection written in Gong Shaoming's eyes. The worry in his heart disappeared. She held his hand stubbornly and put the ring in.
"Okay, I'll give you time, but you can't keep me waiting. You should give me some protection. Just use this ring as interest. Shaoming, help me put it on..."
An Moran once again handed the ring box in front of Gong Shaoming's eyes.
She understood what he was thinking. The man who had promised to give her the best seven years ago always remembered his promise. He didn't want to wrong her, but since he decided to fight with him, there was no grievance that he couldn't bear.
If you don't leave, I won't abandon you...
There were ripples in Gong Shaoming's black eyes, and he looked intently at An Moran, whose eyes were soft and expectant. After a long time, he finally reached out to pick up the ring in the box, and as if witnessing it in front of a priest, he put it on her ring finger sacredly and solemnly.
He lowered his head and kissed her ring, "An Moran, from today on, you belong to me alone. I will never hand you over to anyone again, not even to death."
An Moran reached across the car seat, hugged his waist tightly, and buried her head in his chest, "It's always just you, only you..."
"..." Gong Shaoming's body froze, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, which were then covered by overwhelming surprise.
The iron arms held An Moran tightly in his arms, and his handsome face was filled with uncontrollable joy, as if he had gained the whole world.
He understood. He didn't need An Moran to say anything. He understood what she was referring to. There was never any need for deliberate explanations between them. They could understand each other with just a few simple words...
He is the only man and she has never betrayed him!
Well, the child who was induced to labor was...
Gong Shaoming's eyes dimmed and his body stiffened slightly, but he did not let go of An Moran's hand.
He lowered his head and kissed An Moran's head, just holding her quietly without asking anything.
An Moran knew that Gong Shaoming was very smart, and he must have thought of something, but she had just left the cemetery and really didn't want to say anything now.
Saying it won't make more than one person sad, so why bother...
"Your hand injury is really serious. Can we go back to Gong's house first?"
Suddenly, An Moran raised his head from his arms and looked worriedly at his bleeding wound. The blood dried on the wound, and new blood would seep out when he pulled it.
Gong Shaoming gently let go of her, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the wound on his arm, showing an evil smile, "If you can't die, I'll take you somewhere first."
Gong Shaoming stretched out his hand to fasten the seat belt again for An Moran, and was about to start the engine, but An Moran reached out to stop him, "Are you still angry about me shooting?"
