"These flowers were just flown over from France." Qiao Shaoan stretched out his arm from behind her and pulled her into his arms, "Do you like them?"

"I like it, I like it very much!" Song Xiyue nodded vigorously, her eyes slightly hot.

I'm afraid no woman can resist such a man's intentions, it's too beautiful and romantic.

How could she not be moved?

Qiao Shaoan really spent a lot of money this time. He spent a lot of money just to make the beauty smile.

"This is our new house."

"It must be expensive for you to buy so many roses, right?" She grew up well-fed and well-fed, living a typical upper-class life and didn't need to worry about money at all.

But she also heard that Louis XIV roses are extremely difficult to grow. From planting seedlings to blooming, each flower requires at least six or seven skilled gardeners to work together. And the paving in this huge living room

Louis XIV is full of lavender, and the cost spent can only buy several such houses!

Qiao Shaoan kissed her ear and said softly: "Xiaoyue, love cannot be measured by money. As long as you are happy, no matter how much money you spend, I will not frown."

Qiao Shaoan is the most authoritative expert doctor in the medical field. He has opened hospitals, plastic surgery hospitals, and pharmaceutical factories all over the country and abroad. His net worth is no lower than that of Yin Mochen, so he has not paid much attention to this expense.

Qiao Xiyue only felt that she was surrounded by such beautiful roses, leaning in his warm and affectionate arms, as if the whole world began to bubble pink, and she was so happy that she almost died.

"Qiao Shaoan, let's get married!" These words blurted out uncontrollably.

"Okay." When the man heard the words, a bright smile appeared on his lips. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoyue, I've seen the calendar. Tomorrow is a good day. It's a good day to get married.

Why don't we go to the Civil Certificate Bureau to register tomorrow, eh?"

Tomorrow? Is it too soon?

However, she knew she was willing!

Song Xiyue clasped her hands on her left chest, where her heart was, to calm her heart, which was beating faster and faster.

Qiao Shaoan's thoughtfulness and proposal of marriage had already deeply moved her. Song Xiyue thought that at this moment, she must be the happiest person in the world!

"Okay, tomorrow." Song Xiyue lowered her eyes and saw his chubby index finger that was bandaged. She gently held his left hand, slowly brought it to her lips, and placed a very light kiss on his finger.

, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Qiao Shaoan smiled nonchalantly, "What does it mean to get a little hurt while cooking for your wife? When we get married, you only need to be responsible for buying the food you like, and I will be responsible for cooking and washing for you every day.

bowl."

"Really?" Song Xiyue opened her beautiful eyes wide, with joy and sweetness in them. She was wearing a light blue woolen coat today, with her long curly hair draped over her shoulders, and she looked indescribably charming.

"Of course." Qiao Shaoan was already distracted by the warm and fragrant jade in his arms. He stretched out his slender fingers to hold her chin and kissed her deeply.

Soon, the clothes of the two of them were scattered messily on the floor. They kissed all the way from the living room to the bedroom...

After a brief moment, the two hugged each other and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!