C295 You Are Proposing to Me

"Young Master, Young Madam, quickly come down and eat. If you don't come down, the food will be cold." Mrs Zhang's voice came from downstairs again.

The corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth curled up like a crescent moon in the night sky. She stretched out a hand and hung it in the air, "Come, help Bengong down."

Shang Moze stretched out his slender arms and picked up the woman by the waist, "Why do you need to help? This way, it would save you the time to travel."

"Quickly put me down." Her fair little face suddenly turned red. Yi Xiaomi's voice was filled with anxiety, "It would be bad if someone saw it."

It was not like she did not have legs. She took a few steps from upstairs to downstairs...

"Qingren." "Hmm?"

"I found a problem." " What? "

The man's handsome face flashed with a hint of ridicule. He lowered his head and slowly moved closer to the woman's ear. "Your skin is no longer as thick as before."

"Get lost!"

" Are you sure you want me to get lost? " Looking at the stairs under his feet, Shang Moze's eyes were deep and his lips had an evil smile. "So you want to die with me?"

"Shang Moze, can you be a little more shameless?" Yi Xiaomi was already powerless to ridicule. This man used to have the arrogant look of a high mountain flower and strangers should not be close to him. Now, this bastard was A hooligan!

"Young Master, Young Madam, you guys come down." He looked at the two people walking up and down the stairs. No, no. The person who walked down, Mrs Zhang laughed so hard that her mouth could not close. "Quickly come and eat. Mrs Zhang made something especially nutritious."

Seeing Shang Moze and Yi Xiaomi so loving, Mrs Zhang's heart felt like it was filled with honey and was very sweet. Ma'am, old master, your souls in heaven bless young master and Miss Yi for a long time, happy and happy.

On the other side, Mrs Zhang was praying. On the other side, Yi Xiaomi's heart was sure that something nutritious... Could it be chicken soup and chicken meat again? Her mouth was full of the taste of chicken soup.

Alright, although this chicken meat is indeed very nourishing, but it can't be eaten every meal...

"Sit tight." Shang Moze put down the woman in his arms and placed his hands on the back of the chair, forming a semi-closed circle. "Don't move."

Err... Don't move... What the hell is this...

A slender and strong arm wrapped around the woman's upper body. Shang Moze furrowed his brows. Indeed, she had lost weight.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Yi Xiaomi asked doubtfully. She suddenly turned sideways and approached the man's handsome face. "Did you do something that made me feel bad?"

She reached out her finger and flicked the woman's forehead. Shang Moze's eyes were slightly deep. "I was just looking at where the meat that I fed you every day grew."

The meat that was fed... Yi Xiaomi's beautiful big eyes narrowed bit by bit. Her words carried the taste of gnashing her teeth. "My meat was eaten by your son!"

"But," she pinched her waist. Although she used to have a small waist, but now, why was it so painful to touch? Yi Xiaomi looked up, "Shang Moze, have I lost weight? It seems like my face has become much smaller."

"The flatbread face of the past has finally become an oval face." Shang Moze touched the woman's fair and soft face, and there was a teasing look in his eyes, "I should be happier."

"Get lost. How was I a flatbread face in the past? That was a standard awl face!"

"Don't worry. No matter what face it is, I like it." Young Master Shang showed a reassuring expression. "Who asked me, a great elite, to hang myself on a weed like you?"

Wild grass... Fine, fine, fine. Yi Xiaomi finally understood that he was saying that she had a bad temper. She immediately revealed an incomparably brilliant smile, "I also don't understand why I would leave so many great elites behind. And I had to hang myself on your crooked neck tree!"

"Alright, alright. I won't tease you anymore. Let's eat." If he continued to speak, this wild cat would probably explode. Shang Moze's delicate and pretty fingers picked up the chopsticks at the side and placed them in the woman's palm. "Don't be hungry."

While she was hungry, Yi Xiaomi touched her stomach. She was raised by Young Master Shang now. Other than eating and sleeping, she had no time to be hungry.

Glancing around her eyes, Yi Xiaomi was slightly relieved in her heart. Fortunately, it was not chicken soup.

Mrs Zhang was originally standing at the side and watching the two of them playing around. Now that she saw Yi Xiaomi looking at the dishes on the table, she quickly went forward but the ambiguous smile on her face could not be stopped.

"Young Mistress, look, this is old turtle soup. It is very nutritious." Pointing at a big bowl in the middle of the table, no, a basin, Mrs Zhang's face was full of excitement, "This soup is the most nutritious..."

Uh, why is this sentence so familiar... The corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched and the chopsticks in her hand suddenly became heavy. Her eyebrows slightly knitted and her five fingers continuously exerted force...

"Pata." The silver chopsticks fell to the ground and made a clear sound before rolling on Yi Xiaomi's feet.

Her eyes were filled with fear but Yi Xiaomi was afraid that the man would notice something. She quickly pressed down and was about to bend down to pick up the chopsticks.

"You are going to be a mother." Rubbing Yi Xiaomi's soft long hair, Shang Moze's eyes showed pampering, "Why are you still so reckless?"

Staring at her slender fingers, Yi Xiaomi kept using her strength, but her fingers were like cotton, and she could not control them at all. How could it be...

Looking at the woman in front of him in a daze, Shang Moze's wolf-like eyes looked at her closely, "Qingren?"

"Ah!..." Yi Xiaomi came back to her senses in a panic and felt that she squeezed out a smile. It was very normal and there was dissatisfaction in her eyes. "I am looking. Right now, there seems to be something missing from my hands..."

As smart as Young Master Shang was, how could he not understand what she meant? His sexy thin lips parted slightly. "This is, proposing to me?"

This man was really enough. He was clearly such a domineering CEO, but why did he become such an annoying hooligan!

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his beautiful fingers. They were slender like willow branches, white and transparent like ivory jade. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength, but he was still unable to bend them.

The man saw that Yi Xiaomi was still carefully staring at his fingers and thought that she was really angry. He quickly flattered, "I will definitely make you the most beautiful bride and give you and the baby a wedding of a century."

Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes. Yi Xiaomi wanted to get up from the chair but her body seemed to have been separated from her soul. She could not control it at all. No!

The man's gentle words continued, "I will give you everything you want. Qingren, you must stay by my side for the rest of your life."