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All underwater pictures seem to slow down.

After Ye Mozhu used his flippers against Zhang Xiaojian's buttocks to exert force in a slow motion, Zhang Xiaojian's body only drifted a little, and gradually formed a body tilt after the force was applied.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't feel any pain...

He just wanted to ask Ye Mozhu, is it not a surprise at all, is it not a surprise at all?

Can’t you just mix it with your tears and sea water?

Why give me a kick...

Is it because it is too tacky?

In fact...

Because as early as when Gao Qingsong asked Su Yu to make up his marriage, Zhang Xiaojian talked about a lot of vulgar ideas about the marriage proposal, and Ye Mozhu had an enthusiastic discussion with him.

Including marriage proposal under the sea...

This seemingly romantic way of proposing marriage was in Zhang Xiaojian's mouth... it was nothing, but because the wedding was approaching, I had to say something meaningful.

Zhang Xiaojian, who couldn't help it, agreed that Gao Qingsong would come to play abroad at that time, but that was actually it.

Now he regrets that he is too full of words and can't think of any creative way to propose marriage, so after this kick, he decides to win by quantity...

So through the diving goggles, Zhang Xiaojian turned and looked at Ye Mozhu, opening his arms.

Ye Mozhu couldn't help but smile, and hugged him underwater, Zhang Xiaojian felt her exquisite curves, felt comfort, and thought that he would continue to work hard.

What will you do next time, a hot air balloon proposal?

Still, bungee jumping proposal...

One is counted as one, let's come together.

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Zhang Xiaojian's subconscious thought that Ye Mozhu needed a marriage proposal.

But he didn't want to make a crowd of audience booing in the crowd, because in that case, even if Mo Zhu didn't like it, she would definitely agree.

He wanted to give Ye Mozhu a romantic enough and a sense of ritual, but without any moral kidnapping and a single proposal from the crowd.

But he didn't know that Ye Mozhu didn't need it.

This is due to the influence of her loving parents. In Ye Mozhu's opinion, all the flashy things in love are not as real as two people's lives. The harmony of husband and wife is better than anything else.

She didn’t accept this diamond ring, not because she refused Zhang Xiaojian’s proposal, but she felt that the wedding date had been set, and the proposal...nothing necessary...

Ye Mozhu will definitely marry Zhang Xiaojian, and Zhang Xiaojian will definitely marry Ye Mozhu... This is not something that should be emphasized, but something that is bound to happen.

So... it's really unnecessary to propose marriage.

But that diamond ring is pretty...

Why did Zhang Xiaojian kick into the inner pocket of swimming trunks?

Isn't it pretty?

...

...

Zhang Xiaojian, who was not straight, got on the boat.

Taking off the oxygen cylinders, diving goggles and other facilities, I feel refreshed.

Ye Mozhu sat beside him, smiled at him, and said, "Fool."

The boat started and went straight to the yacht. When a slight feeling of pushing his back came, Zhang Xiaojian held the handrail with his left hand and Ye Mozhu's wet little hand with his right hand: "The woman who just rejected my proposal, flirts with me as soon as she turns her face. Swearing is not good."

Ye Mozhu didn't say a word, and fragrant Zhang Xiaojian's mouthful, expressing it with practical actions... just flirting, what's the matter?

With cold lips and slightly salty, Zhang Xiaojian glanced at the crew on the ship with some shyness, and found that they seemed to be commonplace, their faces were normal, so he had to say, "Next time, I have to agree."

Ye Mozhu gave him a roll of eyes to let him know it for himself, then stood up, and waved to Su Yu and Gao Qingsong who were sitting on the bow in the distance, indicating that we were back.

...

It was diving and surfing again for three full hours.

After returning to the yacht, it is natural to take a hot bath.

Long Yiming arranged for yachts with comprehensive facilities and thoughtful services. After taking a shower, the four of them raised their hands on the open-air deck at the stern. The food was like clouds and the wine was filled.

Zhang Xiaojian sat down on the soft sofa and drank a sip of red wine that I don’t know what year but must be expensive. Looking at the sea in the distance and the steep cliffs constantly being hit by waves, he couldn’t help but say: "We Why did I travel all over London a few days ago? This is a vacation."

...

The yacht drove for a full forty minutes and finally reached the island where the city is located.

There are not many yachts staying in the port. Most of them are fishing boats. They are not chaotic. The beaches on the coastline and tourists are set off. The scenery is quite unique.

When he got off the boat, Zhang Xiaojian's eyes were attracted.

On the beach not far to the left, girls in bikinis are playing volleyball.

Not to mention, there are a few Chinese girls with almost dark complexions jumping extremely high, their sweat flew in the air against the sun, remembering the smash, and they were unable to fight back.

This should be the inheritance of the fine tradition of the Chinese women's volleyball team.

But look to the right... well, beach football is also in progress.

A team of foreigners, a team of Chinese people, the Chinese people really have inherited the fine traditions of the national football team. Facing the British who really have the fine traditions of football, no matter in physical, technical, etc. aspects... The downfall.

It took less than a hundred meters. During this distance, the Chinese football team was poured into three goals.

Seeing the British cheering with their chests straightened, Zhang Xiaojian shook his head: "It's...in vain."

Gao Qingsong was also watching, and after hearing the words of Zhang Xiaojian, he said: "You are in vain when you go. The atmosphere of football in England is not comparable to ours in China. Although the World Cup results have not been very good, it hurts the people. Heart, but the Premier League is indeed strong."

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Yes, when we walked down the street a few days ago, we could see kids playing football everywhere. No matter the infrastructure or the level of love, it is really not comparable."

As he was talking, the distant football was kicked out of the field with a big foot because of a steal, and fell at Zhang Xiaojian's feet leisurely against the scorching sun.

It was not a regular game, and there was no spare ball. Some of the players who played the ball used English and some used Chinese, shouting for Zhang Xiaojian to kick back.

Zhang Xiaojian had a playful heart, stopped the ball, looked at the big chested man waving at the front end, stepped back three steps, and kicked it out with all his strength.

The blast of'bang' resounded in people's ears.

The football is so powerful that it shoots out like a streamer. It may also be because of the great power. In addition to Zhang Xiaojian playing in the right direction, it is not the center of the football. He accidentally added a rotation to draw a beautiful line. The arc.

The arc passed many Englishmen and went straight to the goal.

The British goalkeeper, who had never been threatened in this game, jumped into the air, but who knew that the arc was still going... His prediction was wrong and the football got into the net.

The audience was amazed, and then cheered again.

Gao Qingsong punched Zhang Xiaojian in surprise: "Yes, this arc is a bit of Beckham's full moon scimitar."

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head... He looked extraordinarily cool, but he made a whisper in his heart. The man on the sidelines I aimed at... Why did he get into the goal...

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