Romantic two people

"???! How can I help?!" Sheng Yiqing's eyes widened.

"You know being a wingman! Married sisters are the best for being wingmen. He is not on guard against you! When the waiter serves the food, please ask him if he has a partner."

Sheng Yiqing's murderous aura instantly died down, and turned into a strong sadness.

Accompanied by lazy jazz music, the waiter held the food in one hand and put his other hand on his waist, shuttling between the white tablecloths.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at the main table, wondering when they could get to the point.

As the heroine, Qu Fanyi's meal was like a staged photo. She straightened her back tightly, flattened her shoulders, and was afraid of smearing her lipstick. She only took a small bite of the food on the tip of the fork, and then chewed it slowly for 20 times.

All women have a premonition before being proposed to. However, once the premonition becomes clearer, they will quickly deny it - the proposal should be a surprise, like passing through a pink mist, in the midst of ignorance, flowers, diamond rings and vows suddenly come, leading her to a radiant and happy destination.

But at this moment, the extremely nervous Qu Fanyi couldn't help but recall the day when Chi Wei proposed to her - as usual, she brought a steaming lunch box and waited for him to get off work in his hospital. The only difference was that they had finished their meal in the hospital cafeteria that day, and he drove her home. The moon slid from the top of one tree to the top of another tree. Just when the car stopped downstairs of her community, Chi Wei turned off the engine, locked the car door, and said to her: "Xiaoyi, have you ever thought about taking our relationship one step closer?"

"Ah?"

Qu Fanyi was stunned, and of course her heart quickly became ecstatic. She continued: "I don't understand what it means."

"Marriage, I mean, Xiaoyi, you are about the same age, I think you are very suitable, how about we find a chance to meet our parents?"

Qu Fanyi was stunned.

He was proposing to her in a secular, practical and lazy way.

There was no pink mist, no flowers, diamond rings, kneeling on one knee and vows to love you forever.

Of course, there wasn't even a "I love you".

So Qu Fanyi shook her head, "I really want to marry you, but this is not the proposal I want."

Chi Wei was stunned: "What do you want?"

"I want a grand proposal. I will be particularly beautiful on that day. On a solemn occasion, with everyone's witness, you hold the diamond ring and kneel down on one knee in front of me. There is music, applause, and snowflakes floating on our bodies..." Qu Fanyi's eyes are big. When she tells her most innocent fantasy, her eyes flicker in the moonlight, and her long eyelashes blink with every word she says.

However, Chi Wei interrupted with a smile: "Your idea is the same as a stage play." He touched the little girl's head, "Okay! I promise you!"

However, before Qu Fanyi could smile, the man in front of her took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to her: "Here, prepare it yourself, and do everything according to your wishes. When I attend on that day, I will follow your instructions and guarantee to be a perfect tool man!"

The smile that had not yet been born on the corners of Qu Fanyi's mouth was frozen by these words, but her emotional intelligence forced herself to pull open the frozen corners of her mouth little by little, turning into a realistic fake smile. She tried to repeat it: "I uh... I prepare my own proposal ceremony?"

Chi Wei touched his nose: "Yes. Don't you have a lot of ideas! Oh, I haven't done this. You know, I'm a straight man, too busy."

Qu Fanyi was silent.

Chi Wei continued, "After spending some time together, I really think you're great. I don't really understand romance, but I really want to marry you. Here, I've given you my salary card. If you refuse, I can't do anything about it."

After saying this, Chi Wei leaned over and loosened the seat belt on the passenger seat for Qu Fanyi, and then unlocked the safety lock with a click. He looked at her calmly.

Just like last time in the car.

In the quiet car, the quiet Qu Fanyi was struggling with her mind again, and at the end of each struggle, there would be a voice asking herself, "What do you want? Is it real or illusory?"

Of course she wanted to be real -

Become the wife of a handsome, rich and honest man.

A life of being well-fed and well-fed and supported by others.

And, a grand ceremony that everyone envied and met her fantasy.

This was Qu Fanyi's choice. She prepared for the proposal for half a month. From the selection of the wedding team to the venue layout, from photography to lighting and every process, she put all her energy and project planning ability into it, just like a responsible professional manager. She even wrote a 25-page PDF for the proposal, named "0522 Proposal Ceremony Process", printed it out and distributed it to each staff member, of course - along with it, there was also a complete commercial confidentiality agreement for the other party to sign.

Chi Wei was of course one of the readers of this PDF. The first draft, revised draft, final draft, and final draft and execution draft were all sent to his mobile phone one by one. Chi Wei really couldn't think too much to deal with his wife who was so excited about the proposal. He had no choice but to complain to his brothers, but in return he only got a ridicule: "There's nothing I can do. She's getting married for the first time, and you're getting married for the second time."

At this moment, Chi Wei never expected such a big scene. He was wearing a black suit with a gun-collared collar, and he was as nervous as a poor student who was called to defend his thesis at the last minute.

While eating, Qu Fanyi reminded Chi Wei not to open his mouth too wide while chewing the lamb chops: "Didn't you read the business plan I sent you? There is a photographer at 45 degrees! Someone took photos of us eating the whole time."

Just behind the right side of the table where she sat, there was an ambient light, which was reflected by a mirror in front of her left side. The light would softly shine on Qu Fanyi's face, giving her skin a matte texture.

Of course, this was just a basic lighting technique. What worried her most was this paragraph in the PDF: "Proposal phase (starting from when the man kneels on one knee): Photographer No. 1 (wide-angle lens) should aim at the woman, Photographer No. 2 (telephoto lens) captures a full-body photo of the two. When shooting, be careful not to take photos of the assistant holding the reflector. The size of the reflector is as follows: 82cm (expanded); model: soft light board. Place it 45 degrees to the side of the woman."

It requires full coordination of lighting, music, photography and camera positions. This is also the most critical part - the photos taken at this time will occupy the center position of the 9-square grid of the circle of friends!

Qu Fanyi took a deep breath and silently recited the subsequent process in her heart: when the penultimate dessert is served, Chi Wei will ask to perform a magic trick for her. At this time, he will stand up, walk forward, and take out a white ribbon from his pocket - this is what Qu Fanyi packed when she gave her a suit. He will gently cover her eyes with the ribbon. At this time, all the lights will suddenly go out, leaving only the tiny twinkling star-like lights on the edge, like the mysterious nebula of the universe. And Chi Wei will take Qu Fanyi's hand in the darkness and lead her to the stage, and the lights above will light up one by one with their steps.

"I'll ask you to keep an eye on it later." Qu Fanyi ordered with a coquettish tone, "If there is any light that is not in place, remember it! I will find them and deduct their wages! Our money can't be wasted."

Chi Wei quickly said okay.

After eating more than half of the meal, He Jiajia's table was still staring at Chen Zhuan.

It would be fine if only one person was staring at her, but now that everyone at the table was gossiping, Sheng Yiqing was even more embarrassed to admit it. She just hummed and ahed and watched from the sidelines. Just at this moment, a little girl from the next table came forward.

"What the hell?!" He Jiajia said loudly, her small eyes narrowed together, signaling everyone to pay attention: "Someone wants WeChat!"

Sheng Yiqing straightened her back and looked over - the one who was going to hunt her husband was a hot girl in her early twenties. She wore a belly-baring outfit in early summer, low-waisted overalls, revealing her tight belly. The girl dyed her hair milk tea gray brown, and hung a circle of dangling silver chains around her waist. Her nail polish was shiny and dazzling.

"Wow, this guy's eyes are bright." Sheng Yiqing sneered.

"Really?" He Jiajia was puzzled: "Why do I feel that he is a little scared?"

"Scared? I think he is quite happy." Sheng Yiqing said word by word.

As expected, the girl with milk tea brown hair took out her phone from her pocket and handed it over. Chen Zhuan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Sheng Yiqing's table. Seeing her looking at him with fiery eyes, he couldn't help laughing and said to the girl with a curved mouth, "Sorry."

There was a smile in her words, which made Yu Youyang look up in surprise. When did this man become so gentle to a strange girl? Is there a chance?

Just as he looked at the girl with interest, he followed Chen Zhuan's gaze and saw Sheng Yiqing a few meters away. He suddenly became bored, "Tsk. It's her again."

"Why?" The girl didn't give up, "Do you have a partner?"

"Yeah." He still looked in the direction of Sheng Yiqing, even with a smile in his eyes, and answered softly: "Yes. The one at home is watching closely."

The girl turned and left, and the fragrance of her hair spread in the air. Yu Youyang beside him sighed: "Rose and lychee flavor. Are you really not going to cheat?"

The tone was regretful.

Chen Zhuan also imitated his lazy tone, tutted, and sneered at him: "Promiscuous."

The scene of the milk tea brown girl returning home in defeat was completely seen by the other table. He Jiajia covered her chest and looked at Sheng Yiqing: "Sister! He is hinting at me."

"Huh?"

Sheng Yiqing almost dropped the steak she was cutting, and looked at He Jiajia in shock, "What is he hinting at you?"

"Look, he is rejecting others while smiling at me. His meaning is very clear: Be good, you see, others can't do it, only you can!"

After saying this, the people at the table started to make a noise, "Oh! It seems that he is really interested in you!" "He Jiajia! Hurry up!"

"No, no, everyone calm down..." Sheng Yiqing put down her knife and fork to try to reverse public opinion. Just as she was about to speak, the waiter brought the penultimate dessert. He Jiajia continued to stare at Chen Zhuan's table, but saw that the waiter at that table never left, but leaned over and said something in Chen Zhuan's ear. Chen Zhuan frowned slightly, and an incredible expression appeared on his indifferent handsome face. The waiter leaned forward and said a few more words, looking at the restroom on the side.

Chen Zhuan also looked over, hesitant. Yu Youyang, who was beside him, looked gloating.

Finally, Chen Zhuan nodded impatiently, and the waiter left. Almost the next second, he unconsciously looked at Sheng Yiqing's table again, and when he met Sheng Yiqing's eyes, his expression moved slightly, as if ice had melted.

"Fuck, so handsome! He's calling me over." He Jiajia was anxious and jumped up suddenly, but was held down by Sheng Yiqing the next second, blurting out: "Be more reserved!"

Seeing a table of people looking at her, Sheng Yiqing cleared her throat, "What I mean is, this man is not easy to deal with, I'll go and test him first. After all..." She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile:

"A wife is more suitable to be a wingman."

Chen Zhuan was inexplicably assigned a big task, and he was about to go to the bathroom with some helplessness. A moment ago, the waiter whispered in his ear, "Be low-key and don't let others find out."

When he stood up, he subconsciously looked at Sheng Yiqing's seat and was stunned:

Where is she?

Just then, the lights in the venue dimmed with a "click".

The music also stopped abruptly.

A beam of light shone down, and everyone's eyes focused on the main table.

Chi Wei had just tied a bow on the silk scarf that covered Qu Fanyi's eyes. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the stage play-like arrangement made his palms sweat. He led Qu Fanyi to the center of the stage step by step. At the critical moment, Chi Wei hurriedly glanced at Chen Zhuan's seat - empty.

Okay, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment the lights went out, Sheng Yiqing was also stunned. For a moment, she thought there was a short circuit in the restaurant. Then someone grabbed her wrist. She wanted to scream, but she heard the person whispered in her ear: "Wife."

It was Chen Zhuan.

Seeing a beam of top light hitting Qu Fanyi and Chi Wei, who were like fairies with their eyes blindfolded, the original music suddenly stopped, and the music of runnd and round sounded, romantic and sacred. In this sacred background music, under the eyes of the crowd, Chi Wei led Qu Fanyi to the stage step by step solemnly, and he led her, crouching and passing through the tables in the dark.

He pulled her behind a curtain.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Yiqing was puzzled. Her heartbeat quickened, a small-scale elopement.

"Shh." Chen Zhuan made a gesture and took out his phone from his pocket. The red microphone on the screen flashed - he was talking to someone at the moment? !

"Who are you on the phone with?"

Chen Zhuan signaled Sheng Yiqing to stop talking again, pointed at the newcomer on the stage, and made an exaggerated lip shape, "Chi-Wei-"