Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 839 The Gentle Devil
"So, you want me to propose marriage?" Feng Mocheng paused every word.

"Of course." Hai Yan said with a serious face: "Since you want to marry her, then propose. If you don't propose, how can she agree to you? Remember, this is a proposal, not a forced marriage. Girls want to marry her." It's for coaxing!"

Hai Yan spoke earnestly, clenched his fists tightly, and his face was full of anxiety.

Feng Mocheng asked: "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Hai Yan suddenly showed a shrewd smile, "To propose to a girl, I want a ring, flowers, and your sincere heart." Hai Yan made a heart with two hands and placed it on his chest , and blinked affectionately at Feng Mocheng.

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"Lin Jing, marry me." Feng Mocheng was holding flowers, with an expressionless face and a cold voice, facing the tempered glass.

Hai Yan on the side covered his head with a look of resentment, "Mr. Feng, you still haven't understood the core of the proposal. You are proposing, proposing, asking the other party, not forcing marriage! You look like this, you know what?"

Feng Mocheng looked puzzled, "What?"

Hai Yan suddenly crossed his hips and said in a rough voice, "Woman, I tell you, marry me right now! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

Feng Mocheng scoffed lightly: "How can you be so exaggerated? I'm already very serious, okay?"

"Can you soften your expression a bit? You don't have the face to propose marriage, but to ask for debts!" ​​Hai Yan was about to be driven crazy by his big boss.

"It's really troublesome." Feng Mocheng threw the flowers and the ring on the desk.

"Trouble?" Hai Yan said in surprise: "It's troublesome to propose to Miss Lin? How can a girl like you marry you?"

"Are you sure no girl is willing to marry me?" Feng Mocheng pressed one hand on the table, leaned forward slightly, and a stern look suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Hai Yan shivered, took a deep breath, coughed dryly, and said: "Well, I admit that you are a heartthrob, many girls want to marry you, but Miss Lin is different, and Don't you just want to marry her? You won't marry other girls, so can you be serious? Unless you don't want to marry her!"

"..."

Silent, suddenly struck.

The two men looked at each other for a long time, Feng Mocheng took a deep breath.

He picked up the flowers and rings on the table again, "Come again."

Hai Yan finally showed a gratified smile, he really wanted to say that children can be taught.

"Mr. Feng, that's it. Be confident. Come on, I'll help you."

Feng Mocheng gave a dry cough, held up the rose, and faced Haiyan, "Marry me."

"No, no, it's still too hard, can you just smile?"

Feng Mocheng smiled patiently: "Marry me."

"It still doesn't work, your smile is too fake, you can't imagine that you are facing the woman you love..."

Speaking of this, Hai Yan stopped suddenly, not knowing whether he had said the wrong thing or hit him somewhere, Feng Mocheng's face suddenly turned cold.

Hai Yan's heart suddenly turned cold, and he held his breath, not even daring to take a breath.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped dozens of degrees inexplicably.

Suddenly, Feng Mocheng raised his foot and approached him step by step.

His eyes are deep, the corners of his mouth are evil, his expression is elegant, his body is tall, like a gentle demon rushing towards him.

(End of this chapter)