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Chapter 537 A Gift for You

Because of the snowy road conditions, it was already dark again, and the car stopped and went, which took longer than when it came.

However, Luo Weiwei's mood this time was very calm, not in a hurry at all, and even felt a sense of peace of mind.

She glanced at Fan Yihang who was answering the email, closed her eyes contentedly, and curled up by the car window.

Not long after, a blanket covered her body.

"It's better not to sleep in the car, turn on the heating and air conditioner, and your throat will be uncomfortable for a while." Fan Yihang squeezed a corner of the blanket and said softly.

"I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes."

There was a faint tiredness in her eyes. After the ecstasy, her spirit and body were a little overwhelmed.

Fan Yihang didn't say any more, asked the driver to turn on the humidification system in the car, and helped Luo Weiwei adjust his posture, then picked up the tablet and started working.

Luo Weiwei was really sleepy just now, but after being taken care of by Fan Yihang, she lost sleepiness instead, so she glanced at what he was doing from the corner of her eye.

Unlike her who just finished her course but has not yet entered the internship stage, Fan Yihang has graduated from a top university in country B for almost half a year. The injectable anticancer drug he and Professor Zan developed has passed clinical trials and has begun to be widely promoted across the country up.

During this period, the emergence of any side effects will affect the promotion of this new drug, and it may even be directly stopped from leaving the factory and taken off the shelves nationwide.

So during this period of time, Fan Yihang was able to use his birthday to surprise her with a marriage proposal, she was really surprised.

After three years of university, the relationship between the two has actually been very stable. Even if there is no marriage proposal, when she graduates, the two will get married directly.

However, he is still willing to spend time and effort to call her and his mutual relatives and friends over to prepare a surprise for her.

She also remembered what Gu Jingyue said, "A man is most afraid of trouble, and if he is not afraid of trouble and even willing to make trouble for himself, it means that he loves you."

Love……

Luo Weiwei couldn't help leaning on Fan Yihang's shoulder.

She is not afraid of affecting his work, after all, this guy is a "focus monster", he used to brush the exam question bank in an Internet cafe.

As expected, Fan Yihang just patted her head, and soon returned to work.

Luo Weiwei glanced at the tablet from the corner of her eye. There were some colorful lines and histograms. There were only a few sporadic data. She couldn't understand it at all, so she turned her gaze away and rested quietly leaning on his shoulder for a while.

When she woke up again, she was already at the door of 1602. Fan Yihang was holding her across his arms, holding her hand because he was afraid of throwing someone down, and he was typing the password to open the door with some difficulty.

As soon as Luo Weiwei moved, Fan Yihang noticed it, stopped entering the password, and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Ah."

"Let me down." She saw the driver coming out of the elevator.

Fan Yihang let her go and asked the driver, "What's the matter?"

The driver handed over the two bags in his hand and said, "Miss Weiwei left it on the car."

This driver often followed Fan Yihang, and knew that Luo Weiwei would become "Mrs. Fan" in the future, so he changed "Miss Luo" to the more familiar "Miss Weiwei" a long time ago. He is a smart person.

Just as Fan Yihang was about to take the things for Luo Weiwei, Luo Weiwei grabbed them first.

"You have worked hard, go back early, the snowy road is not good."

"Thank you, Ms. Weiwei, then Fan Dong, I'll go back first."

——Fan Yihang has taken over as the chairman of Bufan Group, becoming the youngest chairman of the top 500 companies.

Because of this, Fan Yihang made headlines, and even Luo Weiwei was hotly discussed.

Fortunately, the information age is getting more and more developed, and the people are forgetful, and their pair will soon be replaced by newer information.

After the driver left, Luo Weiwei entered the password to enter the door by herself.

Fan Yihang followed closely and asked, "What is it?"

The most important thing tonight is of course the proposal, but it's also his birthday. Fan Yihang's eyes were full of anticipation, and he asked, "Is it my birthday present?"

Luo Weiwei deliberately betrayed her.

"Go sit on the couch and close your eyes."

With long legs and pulse, Fan Yihang sat down on the sofa and obediently closed his eyes.

He was sure it was a birthday present now, but he was looking forward to it even more.

With his eyes closed, his other senses would be magnified. He heard Luo Weiwei walk up to him and half kneel down, and then fiddled with something on his lapel.

Not long after, Luo Weiwei said: "Okay, open it."

He opened his eyes, and there was a chic brooch on the front of his chest, in the style of a small rose gold sailboat.

What emotion flashed in Fan Yihang's eyes, he quickly suppressed it and said, "It's very beautiful, I like it very much."

"Really?" Luo Weiwei gave him a deep look, "But you can't see how much you like it."

Fan Yihang pulled her into his arms.

"What you send is the best, as long as it is what you send, I like it."

He came close to kiss her, but Luo Weiwei turned his head away.

The kiss fell on her earlobe.

"There is one more gift!" Luo Weiwei pushed Fan Yihang away a little, and said, "Let go of me first, I'll get it."

Fan Yihang didn't want to let go, but he heard that there were other gifts, so he finally let go of his hand reluctantly.

Luo Weiwei thought it was funny, the chairman of Bufan Group, who was looking at various stocks just now, is like a child now.

She turned and took out a big red scarf from the other of the two bags—the same one around her neck, only wider and longer.

"Scarf?" Fan Yihang was slightly conflicted, he never wore a scarf, and it was this bright red one.

But thinking that Luo Weiwei bought it for him, he still took it.

"Shall I help you wear it to try the length?" Luo Weiwei said.

Fan Yihang thought that there was no one else here, so he nodded, "Okay."

Luo Weiwei half bent over to help Fan Yihang wrap a scarf. It was probably the first time for someone else to wrap a scarf. She couldn't wrap it well. It was obviously a scarf when folded and stuffed in the back, but every time it was stuffed in, it would fall out.

After tossing a few times, she said, "You plug it yourself."

Fan Yihang bowed his head and stuffed himself.

After playing for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The stitches of this scarf vary in size and thickness, and it looks like... a novice knitter.

Fan Yihang suddenly looked at Luo Weiwei, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "You knitted this?"

Luo Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and said, "Did you see it? You thought that my knitting is good enough, so I don't need to be... um."

Her lips are blocked.

It took a long time for Fan Yihang to let her go, and both of them panted slightly.

"Why didn't you say you wove it?"

Luo Weiwei: "Why do you say it? It's like asking for credit... Do you think I did it because you think the weaving is not good?"

"No." Fan Yihang denied: "The things you make with your own hands are the best in the world."

"You are talking nonsense again!"

"Really." His eyes were deep.

……

In the middle of the night, Fan Yihang returned to 1601. He put away his scarf and brooch carefully, and was about to take a bath when he suddenly thought of something, went to the cloakroom and opened the drawer where the watch brooch was.

Inside was a brooch that was exactly the same as Luo Weiwei's gift. It was bought at an airport store when he attended a business forum in South America.

Without thinking about it, he threw the brooch into the bottom drawer, and then carefully put the one from Luo Weiwei into it.

The next day, Chairman Fan walked into the lobby of Building No. [-] of Bufan Group in a neat suit and a large red scarf, which was particularly eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)