Chapter 46 Successful Proposal

When driving back to Yecheng from Jing'an Temple, everyone was exhausted.

Yue Zhiheng sent us to the door of the residential community. He seemed to have something to deal with, so he hurriedly said hello and left.

When I got home, I proposed to go out to eat seafood, but Aunt Sang insisted on cooking at home for dinner. Secretary Mo heard that I wanted to go out to eat seafood. Before I said anything, Aunt Sang was ready to go out to buy vegetables. Secretary Mo's face sank and stopped talking.

My parents are very casual people. When they saw that Secretary Mo and Aunt Sang almost quarreled about what they ate, they all expressed it tacitly that they could eat anywhere at night.

I can only accompany Aunt Sang to the vegetable market outside the community. At this time, it was already late, and most of the vegetable farmers in the vegetable market also went home. The dishes on the only few stalls were not very fresh. She looked at them and was not satisfied, so I drove her to the nearest supermarket to buy vegetables.

Aunt Sang is extremely focused when buying vegetables. She carefully selects vegetables and meat under the light. Although she usually doesn't smile much and often looks serious, I can feel that she is trying her best to treat me.

On weekdays, I have never been impatient with the trivialities of buying vegetables and cooking like this, but now I accompany her quietly. I don't know whether she is talking to herself or telling me the secret of picking vegetables.

Mo Qianyu made a phone call in the middle and asked how we were buying vegetables. While following Aunt Sang, I asked what he wanted to eat. The two of them chattered and looked passionately in love. Aunt Sang looked very gentle when she looked back at me.

After returning home, Aunt Sang put on her apron and went to the kitchen to be busy. I followed her for help, but she kicked me out.

Mo Yuyu pulled me and smiled, "My mother doesn't like to be disturbed by her when she cooks."

My mother absolutely doesn't cook. She ran to the master bedroom to occupy my computer to collect dishes.

Secretary Mo and my father sat at the table playing gobang.

Mo Yuyu and I can only sit on the sofa and watch TV boringly.

There is the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen, the sound of pots and bowls colliding, the TV is making noise, and every home scene is warm. The two of us can laugh when we look at the cartoons on the children's channel. When we look at Mo Yu, his expression is unprecedented joy.

Aunt Sang's cooking is really neat. Dishes are served one after another, and soon a table is filled. Because I booked a wedding day today, Mo Yu specially opened a bottle of white wine.

Aunt Sang doesn't drink normally, but today she asked to pour her a cup for the first time.

Secretary Mo raised his cup and said, "Since the date has been set, I will arrange the wedding when I go back."

My mother smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I have to book a hotel, print wedding invitations, and make wedding candy... There are a lot of things to do. The two children work hard in Yecheng. Don't worry about the family."

How old are Mo Yuyu and I? She actually called our children, pretending to have an arranged marriage.

I took a sip of wine and put down the glass, but I saw that Aunt Sang looked up and finished the wine in her glass. The glass of transparent glass is full of three taels, but she actually dried it in one bite?

Secretary Mo frowned and seemed to be a little unhappy: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Aunt Sang smiled and said, "Our son is getting married. I'm very happy."

With such a glass of wine, her stiff face softened a lot in her daily use. The red tide floated on her cheeks and took my hand and smiled. It was completely different from the cold appearance with a needle in her eyes when I saw her for the first time. She muttered, "I'm really happy... Zang Yu, pour another cup for my mother."

Mo Qianyu took her cup and whispered, "Mom, don't drink it. If you drink so hard, you will have a stomachache at night."

He only gently persuaded, but Aunt Sang turned her face to the floor, reached out and held the wine bottle on the table and said, "I'll pour it myself." With that, she asked Mo Yuyu for her wine glass.

Of course, Mo Yuyu didn't want to give it. My mother also pulled her to persuade her to be happy. It's not good to drink and hurt her body like this. She didn't listen at all. She pointed to her wine glass and asked Mo Yuyu to bring it over. She saw that she was drunk.

Secretary Mo said coldly, "Put it down." Since I met Secretary Mo, he has been kind and pleasant. Just now, the sentence "Put down" is not loud, but it reveals an irresistible majesty and coldness.

Aunt Sang looked at him in a frenze, put the wine bottle on the table and stopped talking, and a sneer appeared at the corners of her mouth.

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened, like falling into the ice. I stood up and said, "I'll get a drink." I went to the kitchen and took a bottle of iced black tea and put it in front of her. He smiled and said, "Auntie, have some drinks."

"I don't drink this."

I asked again, "Then drink some yogurt?" But she ignored me at all.

My mother hurriedly advised, "Lao Mo, you are really. Today is a happy day. What's wrong with drinking some wine? What are you doing with such a fierce man?"

She has always been so fast-going. Of course, my father nodded to her and persuaded, "Yes, let's drink it slowly." With that, he took the wine bottle and poured a little wine for Aunt Sang in person.

She put aside the glass of wine and really refused to drink it. Dad looked a little embarrassed. Secretary Mo didn't say anything with a straight face. He should have had a happy meal.

After dinner, I stood up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Aunt Sang stumbled and stood up, took the bowl in my hand and said in a low voice, "I'll clean it up." After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen. Mo Yuyu's face was a little pale, and he didn't look at Secretary Mo, who was still sitting. He said to me, "It's late. Uncles and aunts are tired today. Let's send them back to the hotel first."

My expression was quite unhappy. I could only accompany him out and quickly send her away.

On the way, Mo Yuyu whispered, "I'm sorry. They are usually the same, and they don't care about anything when they lose their temper. Xiao Ling was wronged.

My mother said, "Xiao Mo, you are a sensible child, but my aunt wants you to understand one thing. Su Ling has not suffered any grievances since she was a child, and I don't want her to suffer any grievances in the future."

Her tone was gentle, but I knew that she was really angry, and even her attitude towards Mo Yuyu had changed. I feel sad. In this world, only my parents care most about whether I have been wronged or not.

Mo Yuyu took my hand and said, "Auntie, I promise you that I will not let Su Ling be wronged in the future."

I smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "How dare he be angry with me? Don't be too careful. Isn't it unexpected today? None of us want to do this, right?

I didn't answer. I looked at me meaningfully. After sending her back to the hotel with my father, we didn't stay much. For fear of saying more to annoy my mother, we escaped.

On the way back to the community, Mo Yuyu still held my hand tightly, but the palm of his hand trembled slightly. I pulled out my hand and patted him on the shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Feather, it's nothing. My parents also often quarrel. When my mother loses her temper, the roof can be overturned. You don't have to feel guilty."

"It's different." Mo Yuyu said, taking a few quick steps to the place where there was an artificial pool in the community. I didn't catch up. It's time for him to be upset, so he left him alone.

A man slowly walked to the supermarket, bought two packs of cigarettes and a lighter, and then walked in the direction of Mo Yuyu.

In the early summer evening, there is a breeze, and there are people walking their dogs on the gravel path.

Mo Yuyu sat alone on the bench by the artificial lake, and only saw his back with his head down from afar. I went over, sat next to him, threw him a pack of cigarettes, and said, "Go back after sitting for a while."

Mo Qianyu first handed me one, came over to light a cigarette for me, and then ordered another one for himself and took a deep breath.

The fireworks were extinguished, and only his melancholy side could be seen. He must feel very uncomfortable. Originally, he thought that everything would be happy in such a warm scene. Who knew that the relationship between Secretary Mo and Aunt Sang was so bad. When the two confronted, they would not care about his feelings or the feelings of others at all.

"Su Ling, we won't be like them." Although Mo Yuyu's voice was low, his tone was firmly firm.

I nodded and said, "Of course not."

He has always been strategic, mature and steady in outsiders, but at this time he shows such a confused and weak side in front of me.

I sighed and looked at his depressed look. I could only pat him on the shoulder again, as if my strength could be conveyed to him through my strength, and said, "Everything will go on as we think, as long as you know what you want. Mo Yuyu, do you know what you want?"

He nodded and said, "I know."

I asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

"There is no indifferent confrontation, no repressing violence, and no painful entanglement. Only now, I sit here with you. Even if I just sit silently, I feel very relieved. He looked at me with bright and innocent eyes, "Su Ling, I don't have to marry you just because of secular pressure."

"Oh?" I smiled and flicked the soot in my hand, "What's that for?"

"For the happiness I want."

"What kind of happiness do you want?" I asked again.

Fool Feather, why do you always believe in such illusory and beautiful expectations? But then he answered me, "I'm with you." Is the happiness he wants to be with me?

Mo Qianyu lowered his body and extinguished the cigarette butt on the ground, held me in his arms, and his breath came to his face.

Hugging makes people feel warm. At this time, I don't want to push him away.

Mo Yuyu is a child who lacks love. He always hides his fragile side in loneliness. I can't bear to push him away with his trust and dependence on me, although... I don't like men.

I can only lift the master and try to raise the cigarette butt up in the air, so as not to poke him. I just hold his waist with another hand, rub his chin on the top of my head, and whisper, "Okay, give you a chance. If you propose now, I will promise you."

"Su Ling, will you marry me?" His heart beat fast, and I heard his pounding heartbeat.

"I don't want to."

Mo Yuyu's voice choked and said with the anger of being teased, "You let me propose!"

I guided him patiently, "I asked you to propose, but I won't marry you."

Mo Qianyu is indeed a smart man, just a little bit: "So... are you willing to... are you willing to marry me? I bring my own dowry, have a car and a house, I can earn money to support my family when I go out, and I can get a kitchen inside.

I couldn't hold it anymore. The laughing soot spilled down one after another, making both of us have hair... "I'd like to." I broke away from his arms and looked up at him. "Since you hate to marry so much, I will reluctantly accept you. You will have no chance to harm a normal woman in the future."

Mo Yuyu said, "I'm not that kind of person! I have never had any contact with other women. Of course, I won't harm a normal woman. It's too late for me to escape!" He was angry and puzzled. I was just joking.

The cigarette butt was so hot. I threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with the tip of my shoe, and whispered, "Okay, let's go back. Don't worry your parents."

"Su Ling, I'll explain it to you when they return to Fucheng, okay?"

"Shh..." I raised my finger, "You don't have to explain. I'm not that curious. But one thing you should remember, never tell Yue Zhiheng the truth. The truth about our marriage can't let him know. I don't care what kind of lies you use.

"I know." Mo Yu bowed his head and mentioned Yue Zhiheng. He looked a little sad, "Let's go back."

Mo Yuyu stood up, took out a bag of paper towels from his trousers pocket, squatted on the ground and picked up the cigarette butt. He went to the nearby garbage can before throwing it away. I followed him and quietly watched what he was doing.

Feather, in fact, you also make me feel extremely... reassuring.