PDLP Chapter 917 Feng Yu: Lulu, let’s get married.
Chapter 917 Feng Yu: Lulu, let’s get married.
"Are you angry?" Tang Lu raised her head and asked cautiously.
At the same time, Feng Yu also said, "Lulu, let's get married."
After the two of them finished speaking, they were both slightly stunned and looked at each other in surprise...
"I'm not angry." Feng Yu rubbed the top of Tang Lu's hair and said with a hint of endearment and comfort.
"Oh," Tang Lu no longer cares whether Feng Yu is angry or not. What she cares about now is, "Have you settled the matter at hand? Can you get married?"
"Uh..." Feng Yu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "It's not settled yet, but I think it's better for us to get married as soon as possible."
There are so many crazy bees and butterflies coveting his girlfriend, secretly or openly, so he can rest assured that he should get married as soon as possible.
"Then if we get married, won't it affect what you are doing?" Tang Lu was a little worried.
"Lulu, you seem to have misunderstood something. I am not afraid that our marriage will affect the things I am doing, but I am afraid that the things I am doing will affect our marriage. To be more specific, I am afraid that you will leave me." Feng Yu said.
what? !
Tang Lu looked at Feng Yu in surprise.
She always thought that her presence would hinder Feng Yu's affairs. It turns out, isn't it?
"Then you don't have to worry about this. No matter what happens, I won't leave you unless you fall in love with someone else." Tang Lu said seriously.
"No, even if I fall in love with someone else, you can't leave me!" Feng Yu looked domineering and unreasonable.
Tang Lu: "..."
"Okay." Tang Lu nodded.
Maybe he has something to hide?
After all, he is a man of many secrets!
"Now can you tell me what that thing is?" Tang Lu was curious.
"..." Feng Yu said nothing and just shook his head vigorously.
Well, if you don’t say it, don’t say it.
"Then when do you plan to hold the wedding? Let Auntie find someone to choose a good date." Tang Lu said.
"Tomorrow." Feng Yu said two words very calmly.
"What?!" Tang Lu suspected that she heard wrongly. Maybe he was talking about next year?
"Tomorrow. In order to avoid any further mishaps, let's get married tomorrow." Feng Yu lowered his head and looked into Tang Lu's eyes. "I also saw it just now. Tomorrow happens to be an auspicious day, suitable for marriage."
"But, is this too rushed? We haven't prepared anything, and we haven't notified the guests yet." Tang Lu said while touching Feng Yu's forehead.
Tang Lu thought that Feng Yu might be confused due to fever, or that he might be mentally disturbed by Chi Yichen's stimulation.
"I don't have a fever." Feng Yu couldn't laugh or cry.
He took Tang Lu's hand that touched his forehead and held it in his palm: "I know it's a bit rushed, but we have already prepared the things that need to be prepared. We can use private jets to pick up the guests, so it won't has a problem."
Tang Lu blinked, it was indeed not a problem.
"Are you sure? Think again." Tang Lu still felt it was too crazy.
"I've thought about it, Lulu. I really don't want to wait any longer. What about you, Lulu, do you need to think about it again?" Feng Yu looked at Tang Lu without blinking.
Tang Lu felt that there was a trace of nervousness in the depths of his eyes, as if he was afraid that she would not agree.
Tang Lu couldn't help but laugh. She straightened up slightly, kissed the corner of the man's mouth, and then whispered: "I don't need to think about it anymore."
"So good." Feng Yu also smiled, lowered his head and kissed Tang Lu's forehead.
"Then I'll inform my mother first. My mother has to take care of many things." Feng Yu said.
As Feng Yu spoke, he called his mother's phone. In order for Tang Lu to participate in the discussion, he clicked on speakerphone...
"Bad boy, what's the matter?" Dong Minglan always had a tone of disdain for his son.