The daughter-in-law of a rich and warm marriage is poisonous

With repeated encouragement from Yan Mo, Feng Qianqian finally confessed to Ricardo.

She also searched the Internet for "lines to confess to a boy" and looked at the godly replies in the comment area, which made Feng Qianqian doubt her life.

Those literary and lengthy sentences, as well as those that use parallel sentences, will take a lot of time just to memorize them.

Seeing Feng Qianqian sitting alone, muttering something from time to time, Yan Mo poked her head curiously.

She could cramp from laughing just by looking at it.

"I said you don't plan to use these polite sentences to confess to an old man? Don't say that he can't understand this long Chinese, even if you translate all these words into Italian, Are you sure there will be a man standing there stupidly listening to your long nonsense?"

To be honest, even if such a literary confession was written as a love letter, Yan Mo didn't even bother to read it.

why?
Too many words!People with trypophobia are so densely packed that they would throw away the letterhead as soon as they opened it.

Miss Feng was depressed again, she lowered her head and picked her fingers: "Then what do you think I should do? I haven't chased anyone before, so I just wanted to express it a little more secretly. If he likes me too, he will be very happy. If he doesn't like it, just say hello and let it go."

"Are you sure you can still have a 'haha' when you communicate with him like a chicken and a duck?"

Yan Mo suppressed her smile, raising her hands to ask questions solemnly, like a good student in class.

Feng Qianqian became furious, chased Yan Mo and beat her again: "Yan Xiaomo! You are getting worse and worse! Why do I think your mouth is more poisonous than sweet??"

"Okay, okay, let's stop making trouble! I surrender, can't I be wrong? Missy, you put love first, so you can do whatever you want. But my opinion is straight to the point, don't talk nonsense."

After this commotion, Feng Qianqian was not nervous anymore, grabbed a pillow and hugged it in her arms, and sat on the floor.

Yan Mo couldn't stand her being troubled by such a trivial matter for several days, so she said softly: "ti voglio bene."

"Ah?? Well, what are you talking about with me?? I don't know what annoys me the most now is listening to these? You bully me, can't you understand?"

Feng Qianqian was confused, and incidentally scolded Yan Mo.

Yan Mo looked at the ceiling speechlessly. At this moment, she missed Yao Sitian very much. At least she didn't need to waste her brain and saliva to talk to Yao Sitian.

"Sister, I'm teaching you to express your love in Italian!"

After hearing Yan Mo's feeble complaints, Feng Qianqian's eyes lit up: "Oh, Yan Xiaomo, you are so kind!! Let me just say, beauties are usually kind-hearted, and you are simply an outstanding representative !"

Now, instead of saying that Yan Mo is bad, she is trying to please her, asking Yan Mo to teach her how to pronounce.

After finally learning it, Feng Qianqian tilted her head and turned her eyes straight: "You...wouldn't you teach me some messy things on purpose, and make fun of me??"

Yan Mo pushed her head away with a slap: "Get out! If you can have such a mind when dealing with outsiders, Tiantian and I won't be so tired."

Yan Mo was about to vomit blood when her good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

Feng Qianqian quickly put her arms around Yan Mo flatteringly: "Oh, I was just joking! Do you think I should change into better clothes and put on makeup to show grandeur?"

Forgive the girl!

For the first time in her life, she became obsessed with a person of the opposite sex, and the silly girl didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

Just like in that song, even the breathing when meeting each other has to be practiced repeatedly, that's her male god!

The education Feng Qianqian received when she was young was that kind of perfect call.

Because she is the only child in the family, it is inevitable to be favored, and her parents like to dress her up as a princess, and arrange private lessons for her, such as piano and ballet.

So wherever Feng Qianqian stops, his outstanding temperament and posture are all eye-catching.

For such an obedient card, what kind of people he comes into contact with, what kind of circle he socializes in, and even which school he goes to, are all arranged by his family.

What Feng Qianqian has to do is to be obedient and follow the route planned for her by her parents.

In fact, according to the idea of ​​the two elders of the Feng family, in the future, they will find a good and well-matched family for her, and let her marry in a prosperous way.

Concentrate on being a young mistress and enjoy life leisurely every day.

It doesn't matter about work, it's okay if you don't go to work, anyway, the family has money, and the husband doesn't want to support it, so the mother's family will give the money!

Therefore, besides her classmates, most of the opposite sex Feng Qianqian came into contact with were friends or business partners of her parents.

It is rare that there are a few young people whose parents deliberately arranged to meet them, to see if Feng Qianqian can close eyes with them and develop a relationship.

Fortunately, Feng Qianqian is still young, and her parents are not in a hurry to urge her to marry, otherwise how could she have any club with Yan Mo and the others?

Having feelings for Ricardo and planning to go after him, can be said to be the craziest decision Feng Qianqian has ever made in his life.

She didn't even dare to tell her family that she fell in love with a man.

Yes, she is still a man who lives in no fixed place and works as a resident singer in a bar in Spain, who is 17 years older than her.

Yan Mo knew that this was destined to be a story of unrequited love that ended without a problem.

But she didn't intend to stop Feng Qianqian from confessing her love, man, who doesn't have a few loves like this in this life?

It's rare for Feng Qianqian to go crazy once, and let her live according to her heart.

Maybe in retrospect, I still feel that the feeling of heartbeat at this time is so intoxicating.

On the day of the confession, under Yan Mo's strong suggestion, Feng Qianqian still wore her usual clothes and did not make up on purpose.

Everything is natural, except for the death-defying expression on the heroine's face.

Yan Mo sat on a high stool and ate fruit, complaining expressionlessly.

"Relax! If you don't know, you've been constipated for a week, laugh."

Feng Qianqian squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm too nervous to laugh, and when you make me laugh, I feel the corners of my mouth trembling."

Is that an exaggeration? ?

Yan Mo doesn't remember what happened to her at all, and she doesn't know if she has done similar things before, so it's really hard to comment.

After thinking about it, he stuffed the cleaned apple into Feng Qianqian's hand: "Come on! But I hope you don't feel ashamed, you just want to tell him that you like him and that's it, don't think too much about other things."

After finishing speaking, Yan Mo went back to her room, and considerately left Feng Qianqian a quiet enough private space.

Mrs. Grosso had already gone to bed at this point, and only Ricardo, a night owl, came back in the middle of the night.

Although he came back for vacation, Ricardo was a restless person, and took a temporary part-time job in a bar in Rome, singing for a few hours every night for a little salary.

Yan Mo and Feng Qianqian have listened to it a few times. In all fairness, Ricardo's voice is quite good, and his singing skills are just average.

But with shoulder-length curly hair, beard, and cool expression, he looks a bit like an artist.

Italian men generally have such three-dimensional facial features. When they smile, they show their big white teeth, which is very sunny.

Using Feng Qianqian's nympho description, even every wrinkle on Ricardo's smile is art.

Well, the IQ of a person who falls in love and loses his head will drop to a negative number, which doesn't make sense to her.

Ricardo usually sang until 10:12 p.m. and got off work. He would usually stay in the bar and have another drink with his colleagues and friends. It was probably past [-]:[-] midnight when he returned home.

Feng Qianqian was waiting there, so anxious that she couldn't sit still, and walked into the yard from time to time, stepping on her feet to look out.

After Yan Mo finished her yoga practice, she was already lying on the bed, applying a facial mask and browsing the web. When she got up to drink water, she couldn't help sighing when she saw Feng Qianqian's appearance.

The silly girl will probably end up disappointed.

For a person like Ricardo who is used to doing whatever he wants, what he fears most is restraint, as can be seen from his hobbies and lifestyle.

In Europe and the United States, many people are unmarriageists because they don't like being bound by family and marriage.

When it comes to the doctrine of non-marriage, Yan Mo inevitably thinks of someone again.

For a moment, her heart was also blocked, and she couldn't care about worrying about Feng Qianqian at all.

Yan Mo looked at the webpage and saw that she couldn't lift her eyelids, so she threw her phone to the pillow and fell asleep.

She seemed to hear some noise in the middle of the night, and she opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a figure tiptoing in at the door.

Yan Mo sat up quickly, and turned on the night light on the bedside table casually.

It didn't matter, Feng Qianqian stood there with tears streaming down his face, sobbing softly, as if trying to suppress his feelings.

Alas, I knew it would be like this.

It was inappropriate to say anything at this time, Yan Mo simply pulled Feng Qianqian over, put her arm around her shoulder, and patted her lightly.

Feng Qianqian was like a child who was bullied outside and went home to complain to her parents. She threw herself on Yan Mo's shoulder and cried.

I still haven't forgotten the princess-like education since I was a child. Even though she was heartbroken, this girl still cried very delicately.

I am afraid that the image of pear blossoms with rain is something that I can't bear when I see it.

After crying for a long time, Feng Qianqian spoke out what happened in the living room just now, sobbing.

As Yan Mo guessed, Ricardo first expressed his surprise when faced with the sudden confession, and then politely thanked Feng Qianqian for his favor.

Then, the next sentence changed the direction of the wind.

Ricardo really said that he loves a free and casual life by nature, he doesn't like to settle down, and he won't change his lifestyle for anyone.

He doesn't need a wife, doesn't have children, and has one or two fairly regular partners around him.

Well, he used the word "partner" rather cryptically, they are all adults, Feng Qianqian also understands what this means.

She just felt ashamed.

It was the first time I had feelings for someone, and I confessed so recklessly, it was a bad start, and now I just feel so humiliated.

Feng Qianqian didn't even know how to face Ricardo in the future.

"Qianqian, what kind of result do you actually want? You want him to say that he likes you too? And then? Then what are you going to do? People who live in different countries, if they really want to be together, there must be one party who wants to be together." Compromise by sacrificing the original life. It is impossible for him to go to China, what about you? Can you come to Italy or Spain? I think you are just crazy and willing, and your parents will not agree. And , even if you are really together, how will you live in the future? What can you do? His job and income are not stable. I don’t think you can live with him like that. You are not from the same world at all. So now you think about it from another angle, you like him, whether it is out of admiration or freshness, you have told him your heart, so there is no regret. Not every confession can get a response, Not every relationship will bear fruit. Look at me and think about yourself, and you will understand."

Yan Moyu said something earnestly, then lay down and continued to sleep.

Some things, you have to think about it yourself, otherwise others will not listen to a word even if they talk about it.

She herself is a paranoid person, how else can she persuade Feng Qianqian?