best day

The lively atmosphere of the Spring Festival soon spread in the city.

The reconciliation with Zheng Luolai is undoubtedly a tonic for Dewey's sad life. His mood was uncontrollably happy, and he began to laugh and laugh all day long.

The happy appearance will naturally remind people of the heartless child in the past.

Zheng Luolai felt relaxed and happy because of this, but felt more heavy than before.

After time and pain, he didn't want to say goodbye.

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"Why are you so secretive, and don't tell me where you're going?" Ermeng sat in the passenger seat, asking doubtfully while eating McDonald's.

Zheng Luolai picked him up early in the morning and drove for half an hour, but he just smiled at the moment: "You can't sell a good price even if you sell it, what are you afraid of?"

Dewey rolled his big eyes: "Anyway, I have business to do today, don't make trouble."

Zheng Luolai asked, "What's the matter?"

Dewey hadn't woken up yet, so he closed his eyes in a daze and said, "Don't tell me, I don't know you well."

Zheng Luolai glanced at him sideways, Ermeng's natural and at ease expression made people feel at ease.

In fact, I was really afraid to face Dewey's frustration and anxiety again.

It seems that many gray emotions should not belong to this boy, and it was himself who crushed his happiness with a sudden love and giving up.

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The brand-new residential area also looks green and beautiful in winter, which is not only refreshing, but also implies its expensiveness.

In Beijing, the more natural and simple things are, the more luxurious they are.

Dewey looked around curiously: "Hey, who lives here, we come empty-handed as guests?"

Zheng Luolai ignored him, but suddenly greeted him in the distance.

The strange man who was at his house that night appeared again gracefully.

Dewey put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Zheng, the house has been decorated according to your requirements. Here is the key." The man bent his eyes politely, and then looked at Dewey and blinked.

new house.

The word suddenly popped up from Ermeng's heart, like a bubble of surprise, doubt and breakability.

-

Sunlight pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the beautiful living room crystal clear.

The furniture is modern and textured, which Zheng Luolai likes, but there are gadgets that Dewey is interested in in every corner.

For example, there are several big pillows of Chopper on the beige sofa with smooth lines.

For example, Yuna's head is engraved on the exquisite silver tableware.

Every detail feels so fresh and so seamless.

Dewey turned around twice in a daze, touched his head and went back to the living room and said, "What do you mean, your new home?"

Zheng Luolai signed a contract with the designer, sent him away, and then turned around and smiled: "It's our new home."

Dewey was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"I know you don't like to talk nonsense, and I don't like to talk about it either." Zheng Luolai put his hands in his leather pockets, as if he wasn't nervous at all: "But there is a problem, we must make it clear."

After all, Dewey was still carefree, shrugged: "Okay."

Zheng Luolai looked into his eyes: "If you decide to accept my change of heart, then we will be together seriously this time. I don't ask you to promise to love me forever, but I hope you will treat this paragraph with the most sincere attitude. Relationship, there are indeed many problems that have not been resolved, your home, my home, but no matter how you solve it, it must be based on an unchangeable fact, that is, we cannot be separated easily, and you think I am self-centered again, I have to wait for your clear answer before I can continue to live, and I will accept it if you refuse, you need to think about it and I will give you time, but I want your answer."

He paused, and added word by word: "Because I am serious, I have never been serious, and I only plan to be serious this once."

Dewey indeed heard every paragraph clearly, but it seemed that he didn't understand anything for a while.

When he understood it, he immediately said awkwardly: "Of course. Of course I am serious, and I can face all difficulties. You refused to be with me back then, even if I There were angry words in New York, but I haven't changed."

Zheng Luolai's straight back finally trembled slightly, and he took out the ring from his pocket: "Then you are willing to accept it?"

Even though his nerves were as thick as Dewey's, he became flustered and excited.

The guy looked around for several times before reaching out his hand unnaturally.

Zheng Luolai gradually smiled, and even held back a smile and brought him up.

Dewey was really happy and apprehensive, but when he touched the hooligan's always cold fingers and found that he was sweating, he was moved in a different way.

Such a person, like Zheng Luolai, is his last choice.

amazing.

This contradictory body who is sensitive, suspicious, and self-respecting, longs for love and longs for family, and often cruelly refuses love and stability. The out-of-print awkward ghost who wished he would never have a stable relationship with this world, just crawled out of his shell.

Miraculous is not enough to describe, it is a miracle.

"What are you laughing at?" Zheng Luolai couldn't help asking when he saw that Dewey was smiling strangely.

Dewey smiled sincerely, then hugged him recklessly and forcefully, and said endlessly: "Hey, I'm happy, do you care?"

Zheng Luolai was stunned for a moment, and hugged the silly guy back: "Ermeng."

Dewey looked complacently at the ring on his hand: "Huh?"

"I never want to leave you, and you don't want to leave me in the future either." Zheng Luolai said softly.

"Of course." Dewey said, "but I can't stand you telling so many truths today."

Zheng Luolai let go of him, with rare warmth on his exquisite face: "How do you know if it's true or not?"

Dewey was proud: "I just can hear it, so I won't tell you."

Zheng Luolai took another step closer to him, almost leaning against his body: "Ermeng..."

Dewey had an ominous premonition, and quickly stepped back: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Luolai pressed him step by step, and finally pushed him to the edge of the sofa, and said with a smile: "I have been waiting to do something in this house, and then tell you a truth."

"What are you doing, what's the reason?" Dewey turned his head to avoid his face that was close at hand.

Zheng Luolai straightened his face: "Stop calling Chen Lu from now on."

"Oh, I know, I asked the doctor what happened to your injury, but I can't do it today." Dewey really couldn't stand his pressure, and tried to escape.

Zheng Luolai put more force on his waist, but said with a smirk: "Why, your aunt is here?"

"Fuck, can you go away?" Dewey deliberately corrected his words.

Zheng Luolai shook his head: "No, don't talk now except to say you love me."

Of course it was impossible for Dewey to say, so the rogue didn't give him a chance to say anything, instead he kissed deeply the person who was almost the most unsuitable person in the world, but he wanted to be with him the most.

The morning light in Beijing has reached the most brilliant moment, shining their big house, as if it will be the same in the future.