"White butterflies play with red begonias, carved lanterns and lanterns are noisy, fire trees are rippling, and the wind is sparse and shaking..."

It was originally a very lively live broadcast room.

Only the clear singing voice remains.

With an indescribable sweetness.

Slowly invade the ears of the listeners.

It's not a particularly strong tune, but it makes people feel as if their hearts are being encouraged.

I can't help but fantasize about growing old with one person.

What a happy and wonderful thing it must be.

“... Swear that the Mandarin Alliance is a thousand years of colleagues, and the original heart is old together, and the wind and the moon are drunk, and the mountains and rivers are invited. ”

After Luo Mio sang the last line, the whole person seemed to be wrapped in pink bubbles.

The eyes are smiling, and the color is like a peach blossom.

Tempting picking.

But everyone present knows it.

It has a Lord.

Liang Ying: I never felt lonely before, but I felt that it was good to be alone, after all, my mother is beautiful, rich and free, what she wants to do, and finding someone to bind her is not looking for abuse.

But in the past few months, especially at this moment, I suddenly thought, fall in love, find someone who can grow old with me.

.

Qianqian: When love is sweet, everyone likes it, and when it is bitter, it hurts, but if you don't try, who knows whether it's sweet or bitter? Broadcast, you and the riverside boss, be happy.

Hua Xizhen: I wish Bobo and the riverside boss a long time, day! Day! Night.

Riverside: Thank you, he and I will love each other until we grow old.

Luo Mio looked at the red text floating on the public screen.

The smile on his face deepened.

Click on the second song he has carefully prepared.

"Duo"

“... Take a step, look back at you, and I feel that my heart is happy... I don't know if you are willing, for Xiaosheng, the phoenix crown and the xiaxia, a double line made in heaven. ”

Almost as soon as Luo Mio finished singing.

Zhuo Xu knocked down three words.

Riverside: I do.

He can lose everything, but he can't lose him.

Even if it is for him to trade the whole world.

He was willing, too.

The live broadcast room was completely blown up.

Because of these two.

Gifts that are more ferocious than the tide are smashing wildly.

The votes are also uproaring, and they keep voting.

There are even crazy people who have registered a hundred trumpets, and the hands of logging in are soft.

There is no intention of stopping.

The beauty is too pure.

They weren't sure if they would find that kind of happiness.

But at this moment, I want to protect this unusual love that may not need their protection at all.

Less than an hour has passed.

Luo Mio's votes pulled more than 26 million.

A number is only counted as one vote, or in the case of not being able to swipe the ticket.

That's a staggering number.

If you want to overtake, it is too difficult.

A bowl of balls and a phoenix with a sycamore have to let the management help pay attention.

Hear this.

There was no nervousness and panic as expected, but a sigh of relief.

Some people can't compare, but they can't compare.

Buddhism is the Buddha system, and it follows the fate.

Luo Mio didn't know what the two rivals were thinking.

Turn on the accompaniment to the last song of the night.

""A Good Hundred Years" wishes that all people who love each other can be with each other for a hundred years, bamboo horses, green plums, and small lotus only show sharp corners..."

'Click'

Luo Mio was singing.

The door opened.

Zhuo Xu, who is also wearing a red wedding dress.

Walk slowly.

Holding a dark purple brocade box in his hand.

After Luo Mio finished singing the last line, he knelt down on one knee and opened the box.

A pair of simple but extraordinarily chic men's rings lie quietly inside.

"Mio, I want to grow old with you for the rest of my life."

The man who suddenly appeared in the camera was handsome and handsome.

The already boiling public screen frantically swiped and promised to agree.

Luo Mio smiled, her eyes were a little stained, and she nodded fiercely.

The voice was restrictive: "Okay." ”