I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"Will you marry me? Let me love you for the rest of my life."

Wen Wan's slender and thick eyelashes fluttered, and her head was full of question marks.

Are you OK?

Are you sick?

The marriage that Luo Mingchuan failed to obtain was obtained by Luo Mingliu.

Looking at Luo Mingliu again, his expression looked like he had drunk fake wine. His eyes didn't look like he was looking at his beloved woman at all, they were clearly poisoned.

Before she could answer, the people dining around her shouted in excitement and rhythmically.

"Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

There was a lot of booing all around, and the atmosphere was as if it would be difficult to end the matter if Wen Wan did not agree to Luo Mingliu's proposal today.

"So this is your purpose, to disgust me." Wen Wan sat on the chair and looked at the kneeling person with interest.

Luo Mingliu said in a tone that he thought was affectionate: "How could it be, I can't wait to love you."

"Won't you have nightmares when you say this?"

If Wen Wan was a naive person, she might have really believed it.

But the way Luo Mingliu looked at her seemed to want to cut her in half. It was disgusting for him to say such words and do such things.

He succeeded in making her feel uncomfortable.

She might have proposal PTSD forever.

"Why do you think so?" Luo Mingliu curled his lips, his eyes full of affection, and any dog ​​passing by would fall in love with him.

"I really like you and want to be with you." He once again made a shocking declaration.

Wen Wanzhen couldn't stand it anymore, "Does Luo Mingchuan know you're like this?"

"What's so good about that old man Luo Mingchuan? Why did you choose him instead of me? I'm younger than him, in better shape, stronger, and more playful than him. I can give you a better experience. Why don't you choose me?"

Luo Mingliu questioned with a depressed look, as if he was the affectionate male protagonist in a romance drama. He looked at Wen Wan lovingly, hatred and unwillingness swirling in his eyes.

Look at what a vicious word this is.

Luo Mingliu doesn't care about Luo Mingchuan's life or death at all. He has become an old man just three years older than him.

Good, good, wonderful.

Wen Wan's deep eyes twitched, and the expression in his eyes was dark and unclear. "It must be tiring to wear a mask all day like Luo Mingchuan. Are you not acting so hard that you deceive yourself?"

As she spoke, she observed Luo Mingliu's expression vaguely.

Luo Mingliu's pupils constricted and his heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

How does she know.

His mask deceived everyone, even Luo Mingchuan couldn't see it, so how did she know?

"This is the first time I've seen someone disguising himself as a lazy, ruthless young man, ruining his own reputation like this. What are you afraid of? What are you hiding? Hmm?"

Wen Wan raised the last part of her voice, and the corners of her mouth formed a beautiful curve. She lowered her amber eyes and locked them with his snake pupils, as if she could see through the snake pupils and reveal the secrets deep in his heart layer by layer.

Every word she said was like a sharp blade, piercing Luo Mingliu's heart again and again.

This woman is so powerful that he seems like a transparent person in front of her.

This was only their second meeting.

He kind of understood why Luo Mingchuan was tamed by her and obeyed her orders like a moron.

He is not like Luo Mingchuan, that fool, who is controlled by a woman.

Luo Ming showed a faint and contemptuous smile, "Are you interested in me?"

"You're overthinking it. I just wanted to find a topic to make you kneel for a while longer."

"Really? Just promise me, I'll kneel every day."

Wen Wan raised her foot and kicked his knee with her nude high heels. He didn't notice that he was kneeling on both knees instead of on one knee.

Wen Wan's seemingly light kick caused Luo Mingliu to suffer the pain of a broken bone.

He groaned, subconsciously covering his knees, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wen Wan stood up and looked down at him. "I don't care what tricks you want to perform, but you'd better not jump in front of me again. If your claws move an inch closer to me, I will chop them off. If you move two inches, I don't mind chopping off your claws."