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As Zhao Shaokang opened the small door, golden light passed through the door for a while, filling the entire corridor entrance.

Song Xiaoran looked at the rooftop and was stunned.

The entire rooftop was covered with a red carpet, and small golden lights laid out a passage on the carpet. Outside the passage were various flowers and colorful balloons.

In front of the passage is the center of the rooftop. Now there is a table and two chairs. The silver tableware on the table shines brightly under the light.

There were five or six service staff dressed as chefs standing next to the table.

Coupled with the bright stars above and the lights of thousands of houses around, the entire rooftop is now like a dream, unlike the human world.

"Eating here?" Song Xiaoran was still a little surprised.

Zhao Shaokang nodded, a little nervous: "How is it? Do you like it?"

Song Xiaoran looked at him and smiled softly: "I like it, I'm very surprised."

Zhao Shaokang finally let go of his hanging heart and took Song Xiaoran's hand. The two of them walked on the red carpet and came to the center of the rooftop to sit down.

Zhao Shaokang looked at the chefs: "It's time to serve."

The chefs responded and quickly moved into action. Before long, various dishes had been placed on the entire table.

The chefs tidied up and quickly retreated, leaving only Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran.

Song Xiaoran looked around and said cautiously: "Is there someone else rushing out to play the violin or something?"

Zhao Shaokang said frankly: "Actually, I prepared one, but I always felt weird, so I canceled it temporarily."

Song Xiaoran laughed: "That's good. I don't like people watching me while I'm eating. This steak looks pretty good."

Zhao Shaokang nodded: "I hired a Western chef from the most famous restaurant in the city, he should be good."

Song Xiaoran looked around and felt a little nervous: "What do you want to do with such elaborate arrangements?"

It can't be a proposal, right?

Isn’t it too fast? It's only been a few days since we established our relationship. .

If we get engaged first, should we agree to it?

Well, it seems that I am not very repellent, but I always feel that it is too early...

Song Xiaoran couldn't help but feel entangled in whether or not to agree to Zhao Shaokang.

Zhao Shaokang smiled: "Actually, I just felt that the last official announcement was too sudden and informal. I would like to find another opportunity to formally confess my love to you to make up for the ceremony."

"Ah?" Song Xiaoran blinked in surprise.

Zhao Shaokang stood up, cleared his throat, took out the roses he had prepared, walked to Song Xiaoran, took her hand, knelt down on one knee and sent her down, looking at Song Xiaoran with eyes full of joy. deep feeling.

He spoke softly, and every word fell like pearls on Song Xiaoran's heart:

"Xiao Ran, since I met you, my world has been illuminated by you. I cherish every minute and every second I spend with you. In the future, I want to be with you forever, and we will never change this goal despite all odds. Xiao Ran. Ran, I love you, will you be my girlfriend?"

Song Xiaoran bit her lower lip lightly, feeling as if something melted in her heart. She took the flowers, looked at Zhao Shaokang equally affectionately, and said softly:

"I am willing."

Zhao Shaokang stood up, gently hugged Song Xiaoran's shoulders, bent his head, and slowly pressed his lips to hers.

Song Xiaoran tensed up nervously and closed her eyes involuntarily, but as soon as she came into contact with Zhao Shaokang's soft and warm lips, she became less nervous and could not resist being intoxicated.

In an instant, time seemed to stop at this moment, even their breathing was intertwined, and their heartbeats could be heard clearly from each other. Finally, after who knows how long, Zhao Shaokang stood up and returned to his seat.

Song Xiaoran's face was as red as an apple, and she hung down from the branch: "Zhao Shaokang, you are quite good at it!"

Zhao Shaokang breathed a long sigh of relief: "I have practiced it many times, practice makes perfect."

"Huh?" Song Xiaoran raised his head and glared at Zhao Shaokang, "Who are you practicing with?"

Zhao Shaokang quickly pointed to his head and said: "Of course it's with you, but it's just practicing in my mind."

Song Xiaoran rolled her eyes at him: "That's YY! Dirty! Is it okay? Let's eat quickly! Let me see if this steak is delicious!"

As he spoke, Song Xiaoran picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. He chewed it. It was indeed tender and tender, leaving a fragrant mouthful:

"It's not bad. Although I prefer Chinese food. But such a romantic setting seems to be only suitable for Western food. If it's boiled meat slices, pickled fish, etc., it's delicious, but it's a bit of a spoiler. Zhao Shaokang, you arrange this The place must have put a lot of thought into it.”

Zhao Shao nodded frankly and said with emotion:

"Indeed, romance equals tossing."

We first negotiated with the leaders of the department store to occupy their space, and then hired a chef from the most famous Western restaurant in the city, and also hired staff to arrange it in advance.

In order to express sincerity, Zhao Shaokang did these things himself. After such a round, it is really more tiring than business negotiations.

Song Xiaoran also quite agrees: "It would be nice to express my feelings once in a while with a sense of ritual. It's uncomfortable to do this every day."

Zhao Shaokang smiled and nodded. This is also the reason why Song Xiaoran is so popular. He is free and casual without being pretentious.

Zhao Shaokang stood up and came to the rooftop, looking into the distance across the fence:

"I chose the right place. The night view here is indeed quite beautiful."

Song Xiaoran quickly finished a piece of steak, stood up, and came to Zhao Shaokang's side.

The department store is the tallest building in the neighborhood. Standing high up here, the star-studded night sky intersects with thousands of lanterns, trains and traffic on the horizon, which is really refreshing.

Zhao Shaokang took Song Xiaoran's hand: "What? You don't want to eat?"

Song Xiaoran said frankly: "The steak is okay, but I'm not used to eating other baguettes, foie gras, snails, caviar, etc."

"Actually, I don't like eating Western food either."

Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Shaokang gently pulled Song Xiaoran into his arms and said in her ear: "Let's go to the night market street for barbecue!"

"Okay, okay. They are all wild boars, why bother feeding them fine chaff." Song Xiaoran nodded fiercely, "But this place is not bad, you can stay here for a while."

Zhao Shaokang smiled and said: "This place will be ours from now on, and we can come up every day."

Song Xiaoran smiled: "Are you so confident? How was your talk with Lao Xing at noon?"

Zhao Shaokang buried his head in Song Xiaoran's hair and said softly: "Are we talking about work so soon?"

Song Xiaoran's neck felt excited, and she turned her head to look at Zhao Shaokang: "If you don't talk about work, what are you talking about? Don't you get tired of talking about love together all day long?"

Zhao Shaokang smiled, Song Xiaoran is Song Xiaoran.