Forensic without kites

Chapter 402 Mrs. Gu, the requirements are so low
The journey was bumpy, until a brilliant glow rose from the east, and the passengers on the car slowly woke up.

With the Egyptian police escort, the car drove very fast. In less than four hours, at [-]:[-] a.m. local time, the passengers arrived at the Abu Sin Temple.

Just getting out of the car, there were huge crowds of people everywhere, and Wu Yuan suddenly became ill.

"Are you sure you came here to propose marriage, not to visit the market?"

Gu Jingnian hugged her and smiled: "Do you know what day it is today?"

She thought for a while, "October 10, what date."

"On this day, the Egyptians call it the Sun Festival." He said mysteriously.

"Sun Festival?"

"He said he was a talented student, but it seems that he didn't learn history well." He said.

Wu Yuan: "..." He also poked at her. Since high school, although she is omnipotent, she has a terrible history.

He took her hand and squeezed through the crowd, "Go, go to line up, the sun is about to come out."

"Hey, I see that they all have tickets in their hands, shouldn't we buy tickets before queuing?" she said.

He said casually, "I've prepared the tickets a long time ago, and I'm queuing up now."

She looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he had become so romantic, six months ago she casually said that she was going to the ancient holy land, and he really brought him to Egypt, and now even the tickets were secretly prepared.

The man noticed that she was looking at him, "Is it very touching?"

"Well, sort of, when did you get your tickets ready?" she asked.

"What do you say," he said.

Wuyuan looked at the long line at the entrance of the temple in front of him. These people came earlier than them, but excited expectations hung on their tired faces.

"Why did you bring me to Abu Simbel?" she said.

He stared forward with both eyes, and said calmly: "After a while, you will know."

She laughed, and put both hands on his arm, "Tch, you can do mystery!"

"Hehe..." Gu Jingnian looked down at her. In Egypt in October, the temperature difference between day and night was huge. She wore a long floral dress and a slim denim jacket. She looked fair and playful. His heart was a little hot. Her throat moved slightly, her eyes darkened, "Wuyuan, don't laugh like that."

"Why?" She was a little puzzled.

His deep voice suppressed, "Because I will do some bad things to you."

"What are you doing?" Wu Yuan asked.

"Do something, turn off the lights, the best thing for all human beings to do," he said.

She blushed, "You are shameless!"

"Food and sex, sex also." He said.

"That's Mencius trying to argue with his words!"

"Oh?" He lowered his head and glanced at her with dark eyes, "I don't know who, once said, it's not me who likes me, but Xinyue's beautiful skin."

Wu Yuan: "..." She pecked her head low, pretending not to hear.

God, when did she say such a stupid thing, why didn't she have the slightest impression?

The line was a bit long, and it wasn't their turn for some time. He raised his eyebrows and asked her, "What kind of person would your ideal choice be to marry?"

Talking about this, she became interested.

Said: "When I was in school, I thought that person must have good looks. If he is rich, he should be a billionaire. If not, he can be a multi-millionaire, but if he is good-looking, he can be a millionaire."

Gu Jingnian's face darkened, "After all, don't you just want to marry a rich man?"

She glanced at him briskly, "Well, I just want to marry a rich man."

He lowered his voice, and asked him quietly: "Then you are with me now, because I have met your conditions for choosing a mate?"

"No." She shook her head.

"What do you mean? Do you think I can't earn enough to support you?" His expression was a little bad.

Wuyuan sighed, "No."

"What's that?" Gu Jingnian asked, his low voice contained a bit of imperceptible expectation.

Wu Yuan was a little shy, smiled, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter how much you earn, as long as you can take me to dinner."

Gu Jingnian paused, and when he looked down and saw the sweetness on the woman's face, a wave of heat surged in his heart, he held her hand tightly, his voice was hoarse, and he laughed, "Mrs. Gu, is the request so low?"

Wu Yuan: "Did you succeed in your marriage proposal?"

Gu Jingnian: "..."

May I ask what kind of experience it is to meet a wife who doesn't understand the style, please help, urgently!
(End of this chapter)