Chapter 562: Mr. Pang, when will you marry me?

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"You ... you get me to drive!" The next second, Meiya screwed Zhong Mingwei's ear with a fierce and fierce, "How far can you roll!"
"Ah, Madam!" Zhong Mingwei screamed with exaggerated teeth, "Mrs! Xiaosheng knows wrong! Really knows wrong!"
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"Look at the gift I picked, can it catch the eyes of the lady?" Xiao An's was already nervous all the way. At this time, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Nanshan Bieyuan, and she was even more nervous. While holding the delicate gift box in her hand, He looked at Pang Yi anxiously, "Is this ceremony too picky ... too light?"
"It's okay, my wife likes it," Pang Yi smiled, reaching out to stroke the broken hair in front of Xiao An's forehead. "If you buy the screwdriver too expensive, the lady is still not happy."
"You don't need to move your hands!" Xiao An's slapped Pang Yi's hand, sighing again, "It's too late, or I'll be better prepared."
"Your mind, both your wife and the grandfather are clear," Pang Yi hurriedly, while reaching out to pat Xiao An's arm, but he was afraid to touch his nose while talking to Xiao An's, "Come on, come in and see the man and the wife first."
"Well." Xiao An's nodded, and entered the door with Pang Yi.
"I'll get it." Pang Yi reached out to get the gift box in Xiao An's hand.
"I don't need it, I took it myself, and it's not too heavy," Xiao Anshi was too busy to avoid, and while walking with Pang Yi to the courtyard, while looking at the not-so-large three-entry courtyard, living in the deep house courtyard The girl of the capital of Beijing, I do n’t think that this small courtyard is so rare, but what Xiao An ’s thinks is that there is a warmth in the small courtyard, perhaps because of the swing, or because the row is full The pomegranate with fiery red flowers, or because of the large and small characters on the doors of all kinds of rooms, only Xiao An's can't help but nod, "This house is really good."
"My wife and grandpa said, we will also buy a house for us when we get married," Pang Yi listened to her, and turned to look at the envy in her eyes. It was inevitable that she felt a little uncomfortable and slowed down. After a step, "what kind of house do you like by then, what kind of house will we buy, in the future ... you won't need to live in an inn in the future."
"Yeah, I've been tired of staying at the inn for a long time," Xiao Anshi turned to the steps and turned his head to smile at Pang Yi. "So Mr. Pang, when will you marry me?"
In Jin Cancan's morning light, the girl's smiling eyes looked straight at herself, and Pang Yi only felt as if she had been crossed by a sharp blade, and the sweetness of her heart exploded.
"An Hailin, get ready for the dowry," Pang Yi raised his head and met Xiao An's curvy smile. "Waiting for me to marry you on a high-headed horse."
"What if I don't have a dowry?" Xiao An's smile was even bigger, and the hands clenched secretly, which had already been loosened at this time, she smiled and went down a step, just in time with Pang Yi, "Na Pang Sir, are you willing to marry me on a tall horse? "
"Of course I do," Pang Yi said softly. The man in his thirties can now grin on his face. "An Hailin, do you know? A smile like this is the best dowry."
"Look at you!" An Hailin smiled slyly, turning around and carrying the skirt up the steps. She walked quickly, turned her back onto the corridor, and then walked faster, her feet shuffled. It must be fast.
"What's so disturbing?" Pang Yi looked at her in such a hurry and did not catch up, but followed slowly, only smiling with fine lines in the corners of her eyes. , "Isn't this girl happy in my heart? Why am I afraid I saw it?"
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backyard.
Zhong Mingwei was combing Meiya's hair, and Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong watched on the side. Grandma Chen heard that Zhong Mingwei was going to comb Meiya's hair in person, but she felt unreliable. Nodding, Gu Qingtong also secretly said in his heart, looking at this technique, usually there is no less combing.
Although it was the first time to comb the round bun, Zhong Mingwei was not rusty at all. He began to think about it a long time ago, yeah, really a long time ago, since the early snow last year, in that remote and simple courtyard, that girl When he blushed and sang to him, "Wait for the slave's long hair and waist, Lang Jun can marry me", he began to think about it.