He actually walked off the stage, walked to Luo Qingxue in person, and stretched out his hand to her!
Suddenly, all the eyes - including the highlights of the stage at this time, and the lighting littors gathered on Luo Qingxue!
Under everyone's eyes, what they saw was Leng Yunting, wearing a black Armani suit, tall and handsome, like a prince, stretching out his hand toward Luo Qingxue, wearing a fiery red skirt, stretching out his hand!
In an instant, even if a person who doesn’t like to read fairy tales, there is only one word that comes to mind - the story of the prince and Cinderella, which really comes true!
Under the dazzling light, Luo Qingxue looked surprised, but there were more shy and happy expressions on her face, besides surprise!
The lights illuminated her slightly pink face, which was particularly beautiful. At this moment, she was a little scared and worried, but there was more and more sweetness.
She has always been unconfident because of her background, her work, and her various things.
To be honest, even if she returns to becoming the eldest daughter of the Long family, it seems like Lan Aiqing is now. However, she is both cautious and respectful in front of Leng Yunting.
However, Leng Yunting seemed to be arrogant at the beginning, but as time went by, the two of them became more and more familiar and their relationship became more and more stable. He never showed the kind of young master to her
manner.
On the contrary, although he is domineering and powerful, he is also affectionate and proactive.
Being able to know him is her greatest luck in this life. Being able to fall in love with him is also the only color in her unfortunate life.
Yunting, I love you.
In everyone's eyes, she gently placed her slender and fair hands in his big palm.
The moment the fingertips touched each other, the eyes of the two people touched each other. There was no longer any negative emotions such as pain, resentment, hatred, worry, fear, etc.
In her eyes, heart, and palms, there is only him-
And when her slightly cold and wet fingertips touched his palms, he could feel her nervousness, her joy, and her anxiety.
He looked up and met her eyes. All she had revealed in her eyes was her deep love for him.
At that moment, he seemed to have a lifelong feeling - it seemed that his father held his mother's hand and never left him for decades of ups and downs.
He doesn't believe anything vowed or broken by heaven or earth.
What he can feel the deepest and most affectionate is his parents - supporting each other, holding your hand, and slowly getting older with you.
Perhaps, before, he would have been a little confused and confused. Although he is very attentive to Luo Qingxue now, is she really the woman I am the ideal?
I can really hold her hand and grow old slowly, and I will never get tired of it for the rest of my life?
You should know that when people change their hearts at a time, people's hearts are the most difficult to figure out. Today, they still love each other and may face each other with swords tomorrow.
But when he held his hand and looked into her eyes, there was only himself in her eyes, and so did he.
At this moment, he immediately understood:
It's her.
There is no one else, she is.
Her birth, her growth, her past and present are all for meeting herself.