"Oh my god, Fu Yan is so romantic!"

"Wow, it turns out that Fu Yan has liked Chen Chu for so many years! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu, this dog food is directly smashed from the sky, and I can't even avoid it!"

Chen Chu was led by Fu Yan to the crowd. Listening to the feelings of passers-by watching the short video, he felt an indescribable feeling.

She is actually not a high-profile person, but Fu Yan's appropriate high-profile makes her extremely happy.

He did not kneel down to propose to her under so many people, but he still gave her a grand and grand proposal ceremony.

The cold wind kept blowing over, but she was hot all over.

She turned her head and looked at Fu Yan beside her, and her heart seemed to be set on fire by him. Chen Chu couldn't help but turn around and hug him tightly, rubbing his arms with attachment: "Fu Yan."

The voices around him were noisy, and Fu Yan lowered his head, "Hmm?"

"I love you very much, too."

Although it is a little worse than him, I love him very much.

Fu Yan raised his hand and touched her head: "I feel it."

He smiled and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

The big situation of Fu Yan’s proposal spread in the circle all at once.

Zhou Zile, who had just finished working overtime, happened to drive by and saw Fu Yan on the electronic screen from afar.

He parked the car curiously for a while, and after watching for seven or eight seconds, Zhou Zile decisively took out his cell phone and played the video for Bo Munian.

When Zhou Zile came over, Bo Wunian was smoking downstairs of the hospital.

The phone was shaking in his pocket. He frowned and took it out and saw the video call that Zhou Zile came over. Bo Munian hung up without thinking, but his hand holding the cigarette touched the answer button first.

Bo Wunian had a cold face and was about to speak when he saw Fu Yan in the video.

Zhou Zile on the other end of the phone didn't speak, so quiet that people could only focus on the video.

I don’t know how long it took, but the video finally ended and played again.

Zhou Zile finally spoke: "Fu Yan proposed to Chen Chu."

When Bo Munian heard what he said, his hands holding the cigarette trembled, and the long piece of ashes were shaken off and his fingers were burned.

Bo Wunian pinched the cigarette, put his phone aside, lit a cigarette again, took a sip, and then said, "How do you know Chen Chu will agree?"

When Zhou Zile heard his words, he was stunned: "What reason does Chen Chu refuse to agree? They have gone to see their parents during the Chinese New Year. Isn't marriage a sure thing?"

Zhou Zile said it well, but he couldn't listen: "If I say no, I won't."

"A Nian, in fact, you should let it go."

It's been a year and a half, and it's time to let go.

"lay down?"

Bo Wunian sneered: "I can't let it go."

"You can't let it go. Don't you marry Su Qi?"

When Zhou Zile mentioned Su Qi, Bo Wunian's face suddenly became gloomy: "You can divorce again after marriage."

Chen Chu and Fu Yan are the same. They can divorce again after getting married, not to mention that they are just proposing to marry now.

Zhou Zile felt that his twilight years have changed, but where has it changed? He couldn't say it: "Su Qi has been chasing you for so long before, but in fact you are married-"

Before Zhou Zile could speak, the video was directly killed by Bo Wunian.

After hanging up the phone, Bo Wunian took a few more sips of cigarettes.

However, no matter how much nicotine is, this time it is impossible to calm him down.

He raised his hand and pulled his bow tie, got up and strode towards the parking lot.
Chapter completed!