Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Who would like a god

Qing Chuan casually asked, with a hint of luck, maybe her mother would change her mind temporarily? However, the facts made her completely die of this heart. All she got in exchange was a bunch of ears that could almost hear the cocoon's words. "Of course. You don't want to regret it at this time, do you? Qingchuan, think about it. Since your father passed away, there is only Fei Fei who is helping us manage the antique shop. How many years, how many people think about it? Take him away from us. But what about him? For you, I would rather hide in this small place, without money or fame."

"Looking for a husband is to find someone who is good, kind-hearted, and able to live a good life. Fei Fei is smart, capable, and filial. Such a man, it's hard to find even with a lantern now!" Yes yes yes, all of them. Lin Feifan's kindness to their family is as great as a mountain. Even if it takes a few days and nights to describe Lin Feifan's kindness, he can't describe the tip of the iceberg in detail. But... an engagement requires love, right?Love is about feeling, right? Qingchuan stood blankly at the door of the antique shop, staring blankly at the cloud of guests in front of him, and at Lin Feifan who was wearing a well-fitting suit not far away.

He was elegant in manner and soft in speech. Just like those guests said, he is young and promising, and he manages their Luo family's antique shop very well. Some people are like this, everything is good and flawless, so that Qingchuan always thinks that he is a god, a god high above him. Who would love a god?Who will? ! "Qingchuan, Aunt Luo, you are here." Lin Feifei, as always, walked forward with a smile on his face. Qingchuan came back to her senses, curled her lips at him, and smiled weakly. It was her mother, who piled up polite words, "I'm so sorry, Fei Fei, there are too many cars on the road today, we are late."

"It's okay, the guests haven't arrived anyway." See, that's the way he is, he doesn't get angry at anything, it's like he doesn't have a temper at all. They are not from the same world at all, are they? With this kind of thinking, Qingchuan couldn't help but take off the MP3 earphones stuffed in his ears, and asked again unwillingly, "Lin Feifan, do you... really want to marry me?"