Chapter 558 You Should Propose First

Yun Xiangxiang was looking forward to the place Song Mian would take her to, and believed in Song Mian's taste.

But Yun Xiangxiang didn't expect to fly on a plane, and Song Mian picked her up from the bed when she was sleepy.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Yun Xiangxiang's voice was still a little vague.

Song Mian directly wrapped her in a big down jacket: "Don't do anything, just go back to sleep."

Yun Xiangxiang was really sleepy, and it was time for her to sleep soundly in the early morning, so she just yawned and continued to sleep.

She was carried away from their residence by Song Mian. Song Mian's footsteps were very steady, and there was a slight bump, but she seemed to be in a cradle. So when Song Mian carried her into the car, Yun Xiangxiang fell asleep again. caught.

As for when she got on the plane, she didn't feel it. When she woke up in the morning, she was in a strange room.

There are traces of sleeping next to it, but no one can be seen.

The warm sunlight has already shone in from the balcony window, and the floor under the bed is covered with a soft plush carpet. Yun Xiangxiang stepped on the ground with bare feet. She walked to the closet and opened it habitually, only then did she realize that she had arrived new place.

However, when the closet was opened, it was full of clothes, none of which belonged to her. Before Yun Xiangxiang could close it, Song Mian came in and stood at the door: "The clothes in the closet are all your size, I prepared them for you." Yes, you pick whatever you want, minus 3° today."

After finishing speaking, he smiled at Yun Xiangxiang, then turned around and left. Before Yun Xiangxiang could speak, he could only choose seriously.

From the inside to the outside, everything is new, and it has been washed and incensed.

Yun Xiangxiang grabbed a sky blue knitted dress with a narrow waist, a thermal shirt with a shirt collar, thermal socks with skin color, and a knitted crochet hat of the same color on his head.

Youthful, sweet, delicate and energetic.

Dressed properly, Yun Xiangxiang went to wash up again, and took a look at the layout of the room by the way.

This is a special wooden house with a natural flavor. The two floors of the house are not particularly large.

When she went downstairs, she saw Song Yao and Song Qian. Did she miss Ke Ke and Zhou Jie?

"I asked the two of them, and they couldn't tell." Song Qian took the initiative to explain when she saw Yun Xiangxiang go downstairs and searched.

Yun Xiangxiang nodded. First, they were embarrassed, and second, they didn't want to make too much trouble.

Coco is still pretty homey, Zhou Jie devotes all her interest to studying makeup and cosmetics all day long.

"They live there, and someone will take care of their three meals these two days." Song Qian added.

"En." Yun Xiangxiang agreed, and ran towards Song Mian happily.

Song Mian was on the phone on the balcony, when Yun Xiangxiang ran over, he just cut off the phone.

Yun Xiangxiang circled around him: "Do I look good?"

"It looks good." It was this kind of dress that looked delicate and tender at the age of fifteen or sixteen, which felt a little distant from him.

"I think it's pretty too." Yun Xiangxiang liked being told by Song Mian that he was pretty.

Song Mian took her hand and took her to have breakfast, there was her favorite fruit cake soaked in rum.

"You made it?" Yun Xiangxiang picked up a small cake and asked.

"You like it so much, of course I will, so that you can have it anytime." Song Mian admitted.

Yun Xiangxiang frowned, picked it up and tasted it, it tasted almost the same as the one made by the side sleeves, probably to take into account her taste, the sweetness was slightly increased, and it was very moderate, which was her favorite level.

After breakfast to his heart's content, Song Mian took Yun Xiangxiang out for a walk.

This is a small town in the Alps, the town is really beautiful, but not a tourist attraction.

Because there is nothing here except beautiful scenery, no entertainment facilities, no large shopping malls...

It was precisely because of this that Yun Xiangxiang was able to be here, holding hands with Song Mian unscrupulously, walking on the path facing the morning light.

It's only February, and here at a glance, you can see greenery, green grass, and verdant flowers and leaves.

The river here is crystal clear, the houses of the residents are built along the river, and the spacious and flat road crosses it.

The houses are well arranged, backed by majestic and majestic mountains, setting off the countryside beautifully and gracefully.

"It's really beautiful here. I feel like walking around here will make me feel lighter." Yun Xiangxiang felt relaxed and happy.

"I specially brought you here to feel the tranquility and serenity here."

Song Mian had made a plan. Yun Xiangxiang was too tired during this period of time. It is not suitable to go to places that consume physical strength. He should go to some leisurely places where people can calm down and settle their emotions. Only in this way can they wash away their fatigue .

When you leave here, your spirit will be revived.

The further he went, the more Yun Xiangxiang liked it. The cattle and sheep were grazing leisurely in the mountains, and the white clouds floated soothingly on the mountainside.

There is no noise or hustle and bustle, it is as quiet as a painting.

Just doing nothing like this, walking quietly on the road where few vehicles can be seen, the peace that comes from the heart is also inexplicably satisfying.

There are many rest seats on the side of the road, like a park, you can rest at any time.

Walking, Yun Xiangxiang saw a white church surrounded by small bridges and flowing water, green hillsides and undulating peaks behind it, surrounded by blue sky and white snow, just a glance can make people fascinated.

Yun Xiangxiang was a person who didn't like taking pictures, so he couldn't help but took out his phone and took several pictures from different angles.

Finally, when he reached the small bridge, he said to Song Mian, "Hurry up and take a photo of me, it's so beautiful here, I'll take it back as a souvenir."

Song Mian took out his mobile phone, adjusted it to the best angle and light, and took several pictures of Yun Xiangxiang.

There is a painting outside the church, which is also a church, Yun Xiangxiang hurriedly stepped in front of the painting: "This painting is so similar, why put it here?"

"The author of this painting is a young painter who came here all the way. Not long after the painting was completed, he passed away. To commemorate him, this painting has been kept here." Song Mian explained for Yun Xiangxiang After that, he led Yun Xiangxiang to the church.

He stopped outside and asked Yun Xiangxiang: "Do you like Chinese weddings or Western weddings?"

"Chinese style." Yun Xiangxiang, who was in high spirits, answered instinctively. After answering, he realized that he could not help but glance at him, and walked forward, "What do you want to do so far away? It's too early for us to get married."

"It's getting late, you'll be nineteen soon, and I'll marry you home after another year, so it's time to make preparations." Song Mian said with a natural expression.

"Mr. Song, it won't be too late to think about this after you successfully propose and pass my parents' test." Yun Xiangxiang smirked at him.

"Well, we should propose first."