"I mean it." Tang Jun said excitedly. "In this life, I only ever want to marry you."
The joy and excitement in Tang Jun's eyes couldn't be hidden no matter what.
"Who wants to marry a big dummy like you." Yuan Yu shyly lowered her gaze, her heart pounding like a drum. Her flushed cheeks were like the evening clouds at the horizon—no, even more beautiful than the clouds at the horizon.
"Fine, you're not marrying a big dummy. The man you're going to marry is Tang Jun."
Tang Jun held Yuan Yu's hand tightly, his emotions surging.
Suddenly.
"Brother Tang."
The girl Miao Xin's voice rang out. She'd finished school and, seeing Tang Jun's car on her way back, walked up enthusiastically to say hello.
"Yuan."
When Miao Xin saw Yuan Yu was there too, the smile on her face deepened.
In the car, Yuan Yu shot Tang Jun a fierce glare, then finally smiled with crescent eyes and talked to the girl: "Girl, when did you come to Jing City? Why didn't you come find me to hang out?"
