Is he...not sick?

Yu Muyang clearly said that he could not get up from bed, why would he stand in front of her now?

Vanity stayed.

The eyes did not dare to blink, afraid that it was an illusion that they had produced.

In front of this sea of roses, but also affectionate Van van Gogh, I am afraid that it is not a beautiful bubble dream, a pinch will break.

Vanessa thought of it, her breath holding.

For a moment, staring at the man in front of him, I thought that he would always stand still, who knows, he suddenly stepped toward her next second.

I have a nice little box in my hand.

If it is arranged according to the plot of the TV series, it should be an engagement ring.

Vanity's heartbeat, like a heart bouncing out of her throat.

Hold your hands tightly and swallow your mouth.

It must be her delusion that if Van Gogh liked her, would not have come to her after they had a relationship.

After she left the country, he did not appear.

How could he propose to her now, and he would not jump up and beat her, that would be all right.

Vanity worked hard to self-hypnosis, want to calm down a little, you can see the moment Van Gogh opened the box in his hand, the whole person still froze.

The box lay quietly, really a ring.

There is also a collar.

The necklace passed through the ring, and it looked as if the diamond ring had become a pendant.

The pink diamond, at the very front of the necklace, radiates a bright light.

Do you like diamonds?If you like it, I'll buy it for you."In the corner of the room came an untimely sound.

He didn't lift his head, and he slapped and covered his mouth: "I don't like it."

Yu Muyang took her hand and insisted, "You like diamonds, and other gems can do it."

"Don't talk."He glanced at him, as if he were disgusting.

Yu Muyang ignored, leaning on her side, her head down, leaning on her shoulder, envious of jealousy and hatred: "Vvan Gogh confessed, what is the matter with me, I only care about you, I also hope that you care about me..."

What he said after Yu Muyang, Vanity could not hear.

She kept two words in her ear: Confession.

Van Gogh confessed to her.

The red roses in this ward, the rings and necklaces in his hand, were not her hallucinations.

Vanessa raised her head and looked incredulously at the person standing in front of her.

"You're just a grown man, and it's too early to bring a ring, so I bought a necklace, and if you want, you can wear the ring around your neck...Little Nico, I'm sorry, and I love you."

Van Gogh gazed at her affectionately, gently took her hand, and put the necklace in the box with the ring in her hand.

As if afraid of her refusing, Van Gogh took her hand and refused to let go.

From his eyes, he could clearly see a hint of uneasiness and tension.

Lying her back was his first plan.

By taking this opportunity to confess, it is a surrected mercenic.

It is said that it is a momentary illness, chasing the wife crematorium, it is better to take the heart hard and take a step in the most reliable place.

But at this moment, he saw that Vani, who was red in her eyes and biting his lips and not speaking, was a little panicked.

She did not promise not to refuse, is he not a confession of success?

Van Gogh hesitated to say something more, and Vannie finally said, “Are you pretending to be sick and lying to me?”

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PS: Recently there are rumors, I say that I am less because I write a new book to go, in fact, not 埒, to write a new book will first write the rest of your life ~ The current work plan is the end of the rest of life in February, in March only open a new book ~ I entered the six years, every Spring Festival is holding the computer, ignoring my family and friends, but also ignoring their own health, to tell the truth, the novel may be just entertainment for you, for me, but my own heart, the state is really bad, I do not want to be perfun, I hope to be able to do it.Not to you