On the contrary, because of his resistance, Xia Ling took a lot of trouble.

But now, it's all paying off.

"Brother Chen, do you like me now?" Turning her face to look at Cheng Chen, the girl who was covered with a silk scarf didn't see anything, but smiled brightly and asked Cheng Chen.

"To you...... I've long been more than just liking it......" Cheng Chen pinched Xia Ling's face.

There was a sigh in his tone, the hidden meaning, Xia Ling's heart skipped a beat, as if he had guessed what Cheng Chen wanted to do!

……

Next, none of them spoke, held hands, and walked quietly.

Such a road seems to be able to reach the earth.

Gradually, Cheng Chen's slender palms were a little sweaty, making Xia Ling's palms wet.

Then, Xia Ling smelled the fragrance of flowers, and the wisps of floral fragrance became more and more intense, and she heard some whispered conversations, in Italian.

Finally, when she walked to the place with the strongest fragrance of flowers, Cheng Chen took her and stopped.

He slowly untied the silk scarf covering Xia Ling's face.

A handsome face appeared in front of Xia Ling's eyes, Cheng Chen's narrow peach blossom eyes looked at her, his eyes were gentle and lingering, and he was wearing a straight black suit, he was like the most handsome prince.

Holding Xia Ling's hand, Cheng Chen knelt down on one knee in front of Xia Ling.

Thousands of red roses, like a waterfall, were thrown by helicopters in mid-air, and the petals of the red roses fluttered one after another, which was like a grand rain of flowers, enveloping the two people in the center.

Looking through the rain of flowers, Xia Ling looked at the majestic and solemn Milan Cathedral.

Just in front of this Milan Cathedral, under the rain of roses, Cheng Chen knelt in front of her and proposed to her?

Xia Ling had a sense of unreality.

At this time, a low chant suddenly sounded in her ears, and the choir boys of the Milan church stood behind Cheng Chen.

They wore holy white robes, short flaxen hair, and blue eyes like the sky, and they sang the tune of blessing love.

The voice of Qingyue gathered together, and she was happy like an angel blessing her from the sky.

And hugged a bunch of light blue roses, Cheng Chen's voice sounded.

"Xia Ling, marry me!"

The light blue rose is a Juliet rose worth 10 million euros/flower.

This rose is expensive, 99 is 99,000 euros?! Think again about red roses and helicopters...... These prices made Xia Ling sober up instantly.

"I promise you!"

I promise you? Such a reluctant tone?

Cheng Chen's face darkened.

He carefully designed all this, spent a lot of his energy and material resources, and even took over the Duomo of Milan, all of which were done long in advance.

But now...... Xia Ling was not so happy...... Do you want to reject him?

No, in his dictionary, there is no rejection of these two words.

stood up, took Xia Ling's hand domineeringly, put the diamond ring on Xia Ling's ring finger, Cheng Chen pulled her, and kissed her fiercely with dark eyes.

His lips and teeth were occupied, Xia Ling struggled for a moment, but heard Cheng Chen's ruthlessness.

"Even if you regret it, it's useless, you are destined to be my person, and in this life, you don't want to be separated from me!"

"Hmm......" She didn't want to part with him, but she felt that he was too expensive, and she was a little excited.

Xia Ling said these words with practical actions.

She grabbed Cheng Chen's neck and took the initiative to kiss him.

She loves him too! I was even shocked and didn't know how to express it in words.