33. The CEO's little sweetheart. 32

After a while, a slightly cold silk scarf replaced Cheng Chen's hand and covered Xia Ling's eyes.

In the dark world, Xia Ling was carried by Cheng Chen. He brought her down the helicopter then held her hand and led her slowly forward.

The road was very smooth, but it was not straight. Xia Ling was in the darkness, and every step she took was like a precipice. However, following Cheng Chen, Xia Ling felt at ease.

"Do you believe it? Whether it is today or in the future, I will be by your side like this and be your eyes. You don't have to work so hard to become a woman worthy of me. As long as you like me, you will be the best match for me."

Cheng Chen's voice was very relaxed. He had never said these words to her.

When he was with her, it was more about doing. Doing. Doing!

Xia Ling had no time to think about these things.

"From the first time I saw you, I probably fell in love with you. Among the crowd, you were so special. Even when you fell into my arms, what I thought of was not pushing you away, but wanting to hug you. You don't know how incredible this is for me!" Cheng Chen chuckled.

Xia Ling was held by Cheng Chen's slender hand.

She was also slowly thinking about what he said.

Cheng Chen said that he liked her the first time he saw her. That was because the system had fused their souls together, but Cheng Chen did not stay with her because of that.

On the contrary, because of her instinctive resistance, Xia Ling had gone through a lot of trouble.

But now, everything had paid off.

"Brother Chen, do you like me?"

The girl who was covered with a silk scarf could not see anything, but her smile was bright and beautiful.

"To you...I have not only liked you for a long time." Cheng Chen pinched Xia Ling's face, his eyes and tone were full of indulgence.

There was a hint of a sigh in his tone. That hidden meaning made Xia Ling's heart skip a beat, as if she had guessed what Cheng Chen wanted to do!

...

After that, neither of them said anything. They held hands and walked quietly.

This kind of road seemed to be able to last till the end of time.

Gradually, Cheng Chen's slender palm was a little sweaty, making Xia Ling's palm wet.

Then, Xia Ling smelled the fragrance of flowers. The wisps of flower fragrance became stronger and stronger, and she heard some low-pitched conversations in Italian.

Finally, when she reached the place where the fragrance of the flowers was strongest, Cheng Chen stopped walking with her.

He slowly untied the scarf that covered Xia Ling's face.

A handsome face appeared in front of Xia Ling. Cheng Chen's long and narrow peach blossom eyes stared at her. His gaze was gentle and lingering. He wore a straight black suit. He was like the most handsome prince.

Holding Xia Ling's hand, Cheng Chen knelt in front of Xia Ling on one knee.

Thousands of red roses were like a waterfall. They were scattered by the helicopter in the air. The petals of the red roses were fluttering in the air. It was like a grand flower rain that enveloped the two people in the center.

Xia Ling looked through the rain of flowers at the majestic Milan Cathedral.

Right in front of the Milan Cathedral, under the rain of roses, Cheng Chen knelt in front of her and proposed to her?

Xia Ling felt that it was unreal.

At that moment, a low chant suddenly sounded in her ears. The choir boys of the Milan Cathedral stood behind Cheng Chen.

They wore holy white robes, had short flax-colored hair, and had eyes as blue as the sky. They sang the tune of blessing love.

The clear voices gathered together and rejoiced as if angels were blessing her from all over the sky.