"Look, Li Qingyan is married. He chatted with me just now and said he was going to have a wedding. I envy him." Luo Beiyuan was smoking outside the door just now, and chatted with Li Qingyan for a while. Li Qingyan wanted to give Cheng Qingqing a grand wedding, and Luo Beiyuan also wanted to give his beloved a grand ceremony.

Qiao Anan covered her mouth and snickered: "What's there to envy, we're going to get married sooner or later."

"How early is it?" The man asked domineeringly as he curled a lock of her long hair.

Qiao Anan knew that he had started again. Whenever he talked about a topic that had no results, the man would hold her down and continue the chat with his body.

Of course, Qiao Anan likes this way of communication very much, so she deliberately said ambiguously: "I don't know, just let it be."

Sure enough, this sentence seemed to have offended some nerve in the man. He directly pressed her tightly, and his thin lips lingered dangerously in her ear: "Are you trying to drag it down again?"

"No, I also want to marry you early, and I want to be called Mrs. Luo." Qiao Anan answered him with a smile.

"Really?" The man was very satisfied, then bit her earlobe, and asked dumbly, "Mrs. Luo, what kind of service do you need tonight?"

Joan Ann's hands and feet softened when he teased her, and her heart softened.

"Whatever." Qiao Anan found that he could no longer chat with him. This man has such a charming charm that people will be immersed in it.

The man's thin lips evoked a smug smile, and he just liked to see her gabbling, cute and charming.

In another room separated by a wall, Cheng Qingqing was sitting on the sofa, arranging the suitcases.

She is a very housekeeping girl, she packs her things neatly every day.

On the sofa next to her, Li Qingyan looked at her quietly like this. The way she packed her things gave her the feeling of a good wife and mother.

Or, she is.

Li Qingyan seemed to have foreseen what she would look like when she became a mother.

"Qingqing." The man called her softly.

"Yeah." The girl looked up at him.

"I've thought about it and want to hold a wedding. Will it affect your acting career?" Li Qingyan asked in a negotiating tone.

Cheng Qingqing's beautiful eyes widened suddenly: "A wedding? Haven't we already obtained the certificate?"

"That's different. A wedding is as important as obtaining a certificate. Both are indispensable." Li Qingyan said seriously.

Cheng Qingqing's heart beat a little faster, she didn't dare to expect a wedding at all.

But at this moment, the man mentioned this matter, how could she not be moved?

"If you are willing to hold a wedding for me, I am also willing to stop for you. I will quit acting and change to another job. I know you will definitely not accept me falling in love with other men under the camera." Cheng Qingqing said in a low voice with slightly hot eyes.

Li Qingyan listened, his eyes darkened slightly, and his smile flickered.

"Really?" Li Qingyan was still thinking about how to persuade her to give up this career, but unexpectedly, she gave up on her own initiative.

"Well, I entered the entertainment industry to make money. Now it seems that I don't need money anymore. There are many kinds of jobs. I choose a career that can make my family more stable." Cheng Qingqing looked at him and said sincerely.

"You don't have to work. Of course, you definitely don't agree. Okay, I've decided to hold a wedding and let others know that we are husband and wife." Li Qingyan was very happy, as if he had been recognized. Cheng Qingqing's fingers trembled slightly, she was so excited that her eyes became hot.

This wedding was so important to her, it was as if her self-esteem had been lifted with both hands, instead of falling to the ground.

That night, Cheng Qingqing lay in the man's arms, tightly hugged by his arms. JrNovels.com