Damn it!

Xia Yuan frowned.

Nowadays, there are people who take the initiative to bite the toilet lid?

And it's a handstand!?

It's over.

Should I buy a diamond ring for Ying Sitong or not?

If you buy it, you have to chew the toilet lid with your little eyes.

If you don't buy it, the proposal plan will be imperfect.

Looking at Xia Yuan who didn't speak and had a strange expression, Ying Sitong snorted coldly, revealing a sarcastic expression of [as surely].

Then he silently picked up his phone, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Two seconds later, Xia Yuan heard a snap.

The phone fell from her hand and smacked heavily on her face.

Ying Sitong covered her face and let out a painful hum...

Xia Yuan laughed so happily, "I thought the blood clan wouldn't be hit by his phone in the face?"

"Hmph." Little eyes glared at him fiercely, "What do you know? I just don't want to catch it, for fear that I would accidentally use too much force to scratch the phone."

This is true.

"But..."

Xia Yuan put away his feet and climbed along the sofa to the top of Ying Sitong.

The little eyes were slightly stunned, looking at Xia Yuan's face that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the two people breathed very close to each other, and the temperature of their faces increased a little.

"What are you doing?"

The beautiful young woman from the blood clan asked weakly.

"Do you think..."

Xia Yuan bent down and put his mouth close to her ears.

The two people's faces were almost pressed together.

Ying Sitong's heart was filled with deer, a red cloud flew out from her face, and even her eyes became blurred.

"What, what?"

The beautiful young woman of the blood clan closed her eyes nervously.

For some reason, it feels like I’m back when the two of them first started dating, and they are still very awkward.

Xia Yuan brushed her fingers gently on her face and smiled.

"It hurts so much when you get hit on your face?"

"ha?"

Ying Sitong suddenly opened her eyes.

Xia Yuan smiled faintly, walked off the sofa, and then sat back.

"Xia Yuan!!!"

Ying Sitong jumped around in anger twice, kicking back and forth in the air with her two calves.

"You hate spicy too much!"

...

Although the beautiful young woman of the blood clan said she didn't believe that he would buy a diamond ring and set up a fg, Xia Yuan still couldn't take it lightly.

He needs a perfect marriage proposal.

The premise is that Ying Sitong has no idea about his plan at all.

The diamond ring cannot be too frequent and in-depth, but you have to find a way to get the circumference of Ying Sitong’s ring finger.

What should I do if I have this situation?

Xia Yuan had a headache thinking.

What kind of situation will you ask others to measure the thickness of your ring finger and not arouse suspicion, thinking that the other party wants to buy you a ring?

It felt that it was more difficult to ask Ying Sitong to raise her ring finger alone to measure it for him than to ask her to raise her middle finger.

...

The next day, Xia Yuan had no scenes, so Jiang Xiaoling went to the set to film, and at noon he and Ying Sitong were at home.

Xia Yuan entered the kitchen with thick dark circles.

He thought hard last night but never came up with any good idea. It was too difficult to get Ying Sitong to cooperate with him and not be suspicious.

Xia Yuan picked up the thawed meat and started cutting it on the cutting board.

Hearing the sound of cutting vegetables from the kitchen, Ying Sitong raised her ears curiously.

Since Jiang Xiaoling lived with them, the food at home was basically cooked by Jiang Xiaoling.

She hasn't seen Xia Yuan cook for a long time.

And he was so self-conscious today. When he thought of this, Ying Sitong couldn't help but feel a little moved and was full of joy.

She sat on the computer chair, put her feet on the table, and held a lollipop in her mouth. She opened Zhihu to search while eating:

【What is it like to have a handsome and considerate husband who earns a lot of money and does housework?】

I finally read a post.

The most popular one has only written two words:

【dream!】

Ying Sitong laughed out loud with joy.

I immediately turned to the second line, and what appeared inside was a photo of Xiaochu Huang.

[Huang Xiaochu, a chef who was delayed by an actor, was still very handsome before he gained weight. He earned a lot of money and cared for his family. He cooked good food. If he got his husband like this, what else can he ask for?!]

Here are a bunch of comments:

【Lemon, I'm sour】

[This is someone else's husband, my husband is completely the opposite.]

[Is such a man not there in reality?]

[Don’t think about it, you can’t be a woman like Huang Xiaochu’s wife.]

...

Ying Sitong rolled her eyes, silently compared Xia Yuan with Huang Xiaochu in her heart, and then nodded solemnly.

"Well, it's better for my family."

Xia Yuan is young and looks much better than when Huang Xiaochu was young, and has a better figure...

She had never eaten the food made by Huang Xiaochu, but she had eaten the food made by Xia Yuan.

so--

Xia Yuan is better.

Just when the young woman of the blood clan was intoxicated by herself, a low hum suddenly came from the kitchen.

At the same time, she smelled the bloody smell from the air.

The little eyes immediately stood up nervously in slippers.

When I walked into the kitchen, Xia Yuan cut his hand again.

Xia Yuan was rinsing with clean water while sucking his index finger.

Seeing Ying Sitong, he turned around in a daze.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday, so I was not very focused. I accidentally cut it. Fortunately, the wound was not...emmm..."

A numb feeling came from my fingertips.

The beautiful young woman in the blood tribe lowered her head and sucked his wound.

"Stop wasting it, ahem," the little eyes paused and said quickly, "I feel sorry for you."

Xia Yuan rolled his eyes twice and looked at this guy silently.

I feel sorry for me and I am so happy to suck?

However, just as he looked down at Ying Sitong, an idea suddenly popped up in Xia Yuan's mind—

It seems that it is not impossible to measure the circumference of your fingers with your lips.
To be continued...