Oakes's voice passed along the current, with the unique calmness and sweetness of a man: "At the Tchaikovsky International Music Competition in country r, I was the only one who saw through your disguise. Is this your Nancheng district?

What I said..."

Oaks thought about it for a long time, and finally spit out seven words: "A thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thread?"

What kind of bullshit vocabulary is this.

"Oh, my God, do you know that I sent the video of you performing the Yaoqin at the Chinese family banquet to a friend of mine, and he was like a muse who found inspiration.

It is particularly suitable for his guest selection for a variety show, and I would like to ask you if you want to come and participate?"

Oaks didn't realize the slightest bit of Qu Xiaojue's annoyance on the other end of the phone, and was still chattering: "Don't worry, the show won't be tiring. Then we will go on a trip together and play music on the street.

Guaranteed to be popular all over the world.”

After speaking, he paused for a few seconds, but did not wait for any response.

He frowned and said tentatively: "Beautiful Miss Dongfang, are you listening to me?"

"My fiancée is sleeping."

There was a hint of coldness on his thin lips, and Qu Xiaojue's voice was extremely indifferent: "If you have anything, you can discuss it with me."

"Oh, my God."

Oaks raised his hand to his forehead in an exaggerated manner: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have called Miss Dongfang so late, otherwise I wouldn't have ruined the adultery between you two."

Qu Xiaojue clenched his molars uncontrollably: "It's love."

"Well, no matter what the situation is, Mr. Qu must remember to tell her about my invitation to Miss Dongfang. She will definitely like such a good thing as traveling at public expense."

Oakes didn't care who the person on the other end of the phone was, and just said casually: "After all, she is my favorite, otherwise, I wouldn't have such a good thing to think of her immediately."

In an instant, there was a warm smile in Qu Xiaojue's dark eyes, reflecting the calm before the storm, and his tone continued to deepen: "Please rest assured, Mr. Oaks, I will definitely tell her what you said."

That's weird.

Oaks's Chinese was very poor, so naturally he couldn't understand the underlying meaning of his words.

After hanging up the phone, Qu Xiaojue returned to the bedroom and stood beside Liu Zhenying's bed, gazing at her sleeping face, quiet and full of simplicity that was not in harmony with the world.

To be honest, in the past twenty-eight years, he had never thought that he would fall in love with a woman so much.

Unable to extricate himself, he enjoys it as much as sweet cakes, and may even worry about gains and losses.

When he was on a temporary mission, in those late nights when it was quiet enough to hear the chirping of birds, he sat in the jungle, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and recalled her face faintly, but more deeply, it grew in his heart.

A certain kind of panic.

She came here because of fate, will she leave one day because of fate?

Even if she leaves without saying goodbye one day, there is nothing he can do.

After all, he and she are not from the same world at all. Her uncanny divination skills possess abilities that are unspeakable in this world.

so……

Qu Xiaojue felt that even getting married now would not be his guarantee.

However, he must get married as quickly as possible.

After all, his dwarf winter melon is more attractive than he thought.

Originally there was a Xiao Shi.

Now, there is another Oskar.

Grinding his back molars, he stretched out his hand and pinched her delicate white cheek uncontrollably. Seeing her frowning and dissatisfied, he reached out to pat him, and then he let go and rubbed it lightly with his fingers.

"Diao Donggua, when do you think you can marry me?"

"Young Master Qu, it seems that this issue should be discussed between your elders and me."

The sudden sound was neither high nor low, as if he was worried about waking up Liu Zhenying.
Chapter completed!