"What's wrong? Are you angry? I've packaged myself as a gift for you, and you're still angry with me. What should I do?"

Chen Yibo playfully made faces at her, but she pouted and turned sideways.

"Hey, if you don't hate me so much, then I'd better go back to New York."

Chen Yibo spread his hands and pretended to leave.

"You, come back, who asked you to leave!"

Yang Ruoyan was anxious and quickly stepped forward to pull him back, but instead he grabbed his hands and pulled him into his arms.

He held her affectionately in his arms, pressed his sexy lips against her plump forehead and said:

"Yan, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. I miss you. I dream about you every day and think of you all the time. Have you poisoned me to make me miss you so much?"

No words can compare to his "I miss you", and more than half a year of missing you can't compare to his tender hug now.

She smiled, smiling extremely happily, leaning shyly into his warm arms, breathing in the smell that only he had.

"Yi Bo, I miss you too!"

The two hugged each other for a long time, and each other seemed to have universal attraction, attracting them deeply. Their two throbbing hearts were tightly attached to each other, unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Are you not angry anymore?"

Chen Yibo's sunny face has a charming smile, and his spring-like eyes make people sink.

"I have never been angry with you. Ever since I got you, I have completely forgotten what anger is."

Yang Ruoyan was intoxicated in his arms and shook his head.

At that time, she seemed to be the happiest woman in the world.

Chen Yibo took out an exquisite small gift box and a red envelope with a smile. He handed the red envelope to her first.

"What is this again?"

She took the red envelope, opened it, and saw a wad of cash inside, and she couldn't help but become confused.

"People say that any man who doesn't give a red envelope to his girlfriend for her birthday is not a good man, so in order to be a good man for you, I just wrapped a red envelope in a cliché way. I knew you wouldn't ask for more, so I showed my sincerity,

It’s 9,999 yuan, you must accept it.”

Yang Ruoyan burst into laughter and rolled her eyes at him. She wasn't going to accept it at first, fearing that he would think she was a vain woman, but after hearing his explanation and understanding the meaning, she didn't shirk it.

Based on their relationship, they already know whether the other person is sincere or not.

Only then did she notice what he was wearing today, a decent and crisp black suit, which perfectly set off his slender figure. Just like the groom's dress, people could not help but associate it with marriage.

If you dress up so formally, you are not going to propose to yourself, right?

I remember that on his birthday, the two of them could not help but fall in love with each other. He had promised that their wedding would be held on her birthday in the future.

She stared expectantly at the gift box in his hand, looking forward to the engagement ring that should appear in her dream.

But when he opened the gift box, he found that it was not the ring he expected, but a small gold treasure chest with fine workmanship.

It's the size of a baby's fist, and it's the kind of pirate treasure chest that often appears in cartoons. There's a key the size of a fingernail hanging on the treasure chest, which should be the key to opening the treasure chest. It's very delicate.

Yang Ruoyan, who was sitting in the bar, smiled mockingly to himself, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and drank it in one sip. Thinking about it now, he was naive enough at that time, and thought that the heartless man would propose to him, but he seemed to hear something in his ears.
Chapter completed!