619. Chapter 619 Call Your Husband to Listen

Su Rourou raised her left hand and couldn't help but look at it again and again, with a happy smile always on her lips.

Luo Yichen looked at her flowery face with satisfaction, touched her hair that was a little messy in the wind, then clasped her shoulders with both hands, forcing her to turn around.

"Wow!" The moment she turned around, Su Rourou saw a heart-shaped pattern made of white candles appearing on the beach. The candlelight was blown out by the sea breeze, casting swaying light and shadow on the beach.

Luo Yichen held her hand and walked closer to the heart-shaped candle step by step...

When they had just stood still, the sound of fireworks rising into the sky suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by the sound of a burst of fireworks blooming.

Su Rourou looked back unconsciously. Where the sea and the sky met, colorful fireworks gradually rose, blooming into beautiful moments in the air.

The brilliant colors of the fireworks were reflected in each other's pupils...

Luo Yichen held her hand tightly, and naturally put his other hand around her waist: "Idiot, I told you that I would hold hands with you and watch the most beautiful fireworks for the rest of my life."

He still remembered that on New Year's Eve in his second year of high school, she once said to him enviously that he didn't know which boy was lighting the heart-shaped fireworks for his beloved girl...

"Well, I will hold your hand forever and never let go." Su Rourou's heart was greatly touched, and at a certain moment, her eyes were a little moist.

At this time, Luo Yichen, like magic again, took out two small red books from his pocket and handed one of them into her hand.

In the dim moonlight, Su Rourou could clearly see the three characters "Marriage Certificate" written on it.

"Luo Yichen, where did you get this?"

"What do you think?" Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows at her.

Su Rourou suddenly realized: Oh, the omnipotent Taobao...

"But, didn't you say that it doesn't matter whether there is a marriage certificate to prove our relationship?" Su Rourou raised her little face and looked at him with some confusion.

"This is not a proof, but a... commemoration." He just hoped to have something that could witness their eternal moment.

Su Rourou opened the first page with some curiosity and found that the one posted on it was an artistic photo taken together when the two of them were three years old.

In the photo, she was wearing a white tutu, and he was wearing a small black suit, which really looked a bit like the kind of dress he would wear at a wedding.

Su Rourou looked at this photo that was full of memories, and her mind was like a movie scene, flying through every detail of their relationship from childhood to adulthood.

"Do you like it?" Luo Yichen kept his eyes on her little face, paying attention to every change in her expression.

"Yes." Su Rourou nodded with some emotion, and then carefully put the red book into her bag.

"Idiot, from today on... you are my wife." Luo Yichen hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, his words full of happiness and attachment.

"I hate it, don't scream so disgustingly..." Su Rourou's face turned red, but her heart trembled slightly because of the word "wife".

But Luo Yichen naturally would not turn over her so easily. He made an even more shameless request: "Be good, call me husband and come listen..."

"No, I don't..." Su Rourou naturally refused with great shyness.

Luo Yichen began to attack the sensitive parts of her body (this is very pure, referring to the ticklish parts), causing her to beg for mercy.

"Hurry up, call me husband and I'll let you go..." Luo Yichen continued what he was doing.

"Okay, okay, hubby..." Su Rourou let out a low call while dodging.

"What you just said, say the last two words again."

"husband……"

The two played around in the cold night for a while. Just when they got into the car and were about to start the car, Luo Yichen's cell phone rang.

"Yichen, come back quickly! Your father... was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission."