The wedding of the boss of Yemen can naturally be regarded as the century-old wedding of the underworld, which caused a sensation in the underworld. It is also rumored that the boss of the Gong already has a daughter over two years old.

These gossip news were circulating, and Yemen did not seem to have the intention to stop clarification, which confirmed the authenticity of the rumors on the other hand.

Xia Jin sat on the imperial concubine's couch on the balcony, looking down at the view of the castle from the second floor, staring blankly out of her senses. She smiled bitterly, the closer the wedding date, the more uneasy she was.

When Gong Shentuo came in, she saw this scene. She held her knees, as if she was in a daze, and she was like a discarded cat, looking pitiful loneliness.

He pressed his eyebrows and walked over a few steps, hugged her to his legs, wrapped his hand around her waist, forcing her to raise her eyes and look at her.

"Just so unhappy?" His voice was low and he rubbed a little dull.

"No." Xia Jin blinked, she was just worried.

"You have never been so unhappy." He looked into her eyes and stated a fact that she was too quiet recently, and the word "quiet" is not suitable for Xia Jin.

She shouldn't be like this.

A hint of panic suddenly arose in his heart. Was it because he forced her to marry him that she would be so unhappy?

What should he do if she has been unhappy?

"Can you invite me Shu'er and Willow?" Xia Jin thought for a while and said.

She had been struggling with this question for a long time and asked Shu'er to come. She was afraid that Shu'er would think of something unhappy, and she was even more afraid that something would happen at the wedding. However, she was even more uneasy when she didn't let Shu'er come.

What's more, how can Shu'er not be there for her wedding? Even if she doesn't want Shu'er to come, Shu'er will definitely come back.

But because of Willow's identity, it was a bit embarrassing.

"Well," the sentence seemed to dispel some of Miyaki's original anger, and he didn't use so much force when holding her hand.

"Boss," Xia Jin turned her body, faced him, muttering with a bulge of her mouth, "Hey, you haven't proposed to me, can you make up for it now?"

"Proposal?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "What is a proposal?"

Xia Jin suddenly said, "..."

"While Western proposals, kneeling on one knee, roses, rings, and saying a romantic love word. My requirements are not high, so if you ask me, I will marry."

Boss Gong’s eyebrows were frowning even tighter. Proposing?

Miss Xia was very resentful. She really shouldn't have too much expectations for this matter. It was indeed a bit fantasy to ask Boss Gong to kneel down on one knee to propose to her.

"Are you willing to marry me?" She was worried and heard a low and heavy voice in her ears.

She bent her eyebrows and looked at him teasingly, "Boss, you obviously came from a forced marriage, but you still want me to be willing. You are a little too domineering, right?"

Before she finished speaking, she felt her hands tightly squeezing her waist, and the force all showed the man's anger.

Xia Jin didn't care, but just pretended to complain with a bitter face, "Hey, boss, you have a bad temper. If a girl likes a man with a gentler man, look at you, I will show my face to me just by saying something."

The atmosphere in the air was a little warmer, but the air pressure was still a little low.

Xia Jin sighed, frowned, and took the initiative to come to her, "Okay, don't be angry, okay? If you say I have to put on a wedding dress if you want to get married, I'm not angry, girl, why are you angry?"

Gong Shentao looked at her angry smile, his voice hoarse, "I'm scared."
Chapter completed!