250 Raids: There's a girl next door

When it comes to marriage, Xia Qihang is indeed more suitable than Cheng Yanke, he will not be so busy, he has time to accompany her and tolerate her.

The main thing is that he believes in her.

There are two kinds of marriages around her, one is like that of Pei Yifeng and Lu Anyi, the two love each other happily and love each other.

There is another kind that is plain and down-to-earth like Yao Yi and Wan Qianqian. They are not vigorous, but they also hold hands and never leave each other, and they are down-to-earth.

She also wanted to live a plain and comfortable life like her parents.

Hearing Pei Ruomian's answer, Xia Qihang's eyes sparkled, his fingers tightened a little bit, and he held her soft little hand instead.

Even if it was just because he was more suitable than him, at least she decided to choose him.

"Miss Mianmian, are you publicly admitting that you and Dr. Xia are engaged?"

When the reporter catches the topic, he drills into it.

This is big news.

Pei Ruomian nodded generously, "Yes, we are getting engaged."

She clasped fingers with Xia Qihang, smiled and passed between the three reporters.

The reporter asked her some engagement questions one after another, and she answered them generously.

She had no idea what kind of bitterness was in the heart of the man standing on the steps who had been watching her all the time.

Seeing the small figure gradually disappearing from his sight, Cheng Changke's eyes darkened, and he sighed softly.

'You are more suitable than him', these words were like a boulder hitting his heart, and his breathing was painful.

He touched the mini bandage on his face. It was a pattern she liked. He used to feel so childish that he refused to even stick it on the back of his hand, but now he actually stuck it on his face.

It was too late to realize, when he was willing to change for her, she was already getting farther and farther away from him.

early summer.

Ms. Wan has not been this happy for a long time. Looking at Pei Ruomian in the mirror, she is wearing a white engagement dress, her long hair is spread on her back like black satin, the corners of her peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, and the light gold eye shadow is gorgeous.

The fiery red lips curled slightly, playful and charming.

Thinking of her excellent son-in-law-to-be, she couldn't even close her mouth when she smiled.

Pei Ruomian also paid attention to Ms. Wan through the mirror. Seeing that she kept looking at her with a smirk, she blinked, "Mom, why are you smiling so obscenely?"

Ms. Wan glanced at her daughter angrily, stretched out her hand to embrace her in her arms, suppressed the joyful smile, and showed a trace of melancholy in her eyes.

She said earnestly, "Mianmian, I am very happy to be like my mother."

"Where are you happy? Being bullied by Mr. Yao all your life is happiness?" Pei Ruomian deliberately teased Ms. Wan.

How could she not know what the old lady meant, she felt a little distressed, raised her hand, put her arms around her waist, and stuck her head into her arms.

With a man like her great father, Ms. Wan can only be as wise as a fool. Being confused is happiness, and being too sober will cause mediocrity.

"Mianmian, you are so beautiful. This nose, these eyes, this small mouth, you look like me everywhere."

The provocative clip just now was skipped by Ms. Wan's words. Pei Ruomian rolled her eyes and stroked the corners of her eyes with her little finger, "My pair of peach blossom eyes are the best proof that I am Mr. Yao's daughter. They are exactly the same as his eyes." .”

She smiled playfully, looked into Ms. Wan's eyes and said, "You didn't give me any advantages other than giving me a height below 1.6 meters."

Speaking of height, she couldn't help but lament,