Chapter 162 Mr. Mason''s Sudden Proposal


    Mason took the box and looked at it thoughtfully.


    Seeing the pink package and the light purple silk ribbon, Be liked very much. But she didn''t know


    what Moore had personally made for her, when Mason had known Moore, and whether when she had


    studied here.


    "It''s for you, Be." Mason pushed the box in front of Be and encouraged her, "open it."


    She was a little embarrassed. "Isn''t it appropriate to open the gift in person, which was made by


    Moore?"


    "Miss Su, you misunderstood. This is customized by Mr. Mason. Although I made it myself, many of


    inspirations were given to me by him. I just follow his instructions, constantly perfect and try to get close


    to what he wants."


    Be was moved. Although she had met many pursuers who sent flowers and BMW, they didn''t spend


    so much time making gifts for her.


    Moore was her favorite designer, and his design was the most favorite in the fashion circle. However,


    the reason why Be liked his design was that his design concept was natural, which never followed


    the trend. He had to grasp the inspiration no matter how hard he tried. At such an old age, he often


    stayed upte to design, fearing that the inspiration would disappear in the next second.


    Moreover, the wife of master Moore was a Chinese. Many of his ideas were mixed with ancient style or


    ancient cultural elements, which Be liked them very much.


    Under the watch of Mason and Moore, she opened the package and showed the symbolic box. Her


    heart beat faster and didn''t know what inside.


    "Mr. Mason, aren''t you going to open it yourself?" Moore urged, pushing his arm.


    With a smile, Mason opened the box gently.


    Although Be couldn''t see what was inside, she could see the expression on Mason''s face. The


    corners of his mouth were rarely raised in such a big angle.


    "Be, give me your hand." He slowly put away his smile and looked very serious. He stretched out his


    hands and his dark eyes were clear and mysterious.


    Be was a little nervous. She slowly put her hand in his palm and asked, "is it a ring?"


    "……" Mason was already nervous and didn''t expect that Be would not corporate.


    Moore, who was sitting next to them, wore a smile. He was worried about them.


    "Wait, you..."


    "Put it on first. Don''t refuse." Lowering his head, Mason felt a little awkward and nervous. He had


    nned to propose, but she must have thought it was too hasty or too early. So he didn''t want to dy.


    "……" Her words were blocked, and the next second she saw him bring the ring to her hand and hold it


    tightly.


    "Now, Mr. Mason can kiss the beautiful Ms. Su. I''m going outside." Seeing that his mission had been


    completed, Moore stood up and walked to the door with a smile. "Mason, don''t forget our agreement,"


    he reminded


    "I won''t. Thank you." Mason looked back at the considerate Moore with gratitude.


    "Mason, I don''t think it''s a good idea. You gave me a ring at someone else''s birthday party, and you


    even asked him to be my witness..." No matter how stupid she was, she hade up with Mason''s


    original n. And the meaning of this ring was probably not so simple.


    "Be, you just need to understand the meaning of my ring." Then he knelt down and held one of her


    hands, "marry me, okay?"


    "……" Be''s heart was like being hit by cotton candy, full of happiness overflowing from her heart, but


    at the same time with an inexplicable sadness and sadness, she could not help but cover her mouth.


    "Be, will you marry me?" This was the wedding ring carefully prepared by him. In fact, when he met


    Moore for the first time, he had asked him to customize a ring for him. But he didn''t expect that Be


    hade back. After that watch, he had changed his original idea into reality in the shortest time.


    "So, your proposal ring was specially made by Moore?"


    "Yes, sir." He was still a little disappointed. What she cared about now should be that he was


    proposing, not who made the ring.


    "Mason, I..." She was so touched that she covered her mouth. But she had never thought of marrying


    him. Even if they had reconciled, she would be with him without hesitation, but she had never imagined


    marrying him.


    "If you don''t object, I''ll take it as a yes." Mason stood up overbearingly and didn''t give her any chance


    to hesitate. She wouldn''t refuse the ring, would she? Fortunately, it happened to meet her hobby and


    Moore designed it. Otherwise, he maybe fail.


    Be smiled helplessly and avoided him. He pulled her into his arms, reached out his little finger and


    gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.


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    While wiping her tears, heined with a smile, "you are moved to cry, but you still want to refuse


    me. Are you stupid or do you want to torture me on purpose?"


    "No, I didn''t. I just think I didn''t expect you to propose. Isn''t it appropriate for us to get married now? "


    She couldn''t speak fluently. Leaning against his arms, she felt that she might not be able to stand


    steadily.


    "There is nothing inappropriate. As long as you agree, we will go to church to get married tomorrow."


    Mason tucked her hair behind her ear, put the ring on her finger, and rxed. "But I don''t want to give


    you a casual wedding ceremony. When wee back, we can take wedding photos together and then


    start to prepare for..."


    Suddenly, Be pressed his mouth and said, "don''t say it now. I don''t think it''s true."


    At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open with a bang. The sound of high heels stepping on


    the marble floor was very loud.


    The two of them were frightened and turned around to look at the door, wondering who would rush to


    Moore''s house and kick the door open so violently. And this door was very far from the hall. It was the


    lounge outside Moore''s study.


    It was her?


    When Be''s saw the woman, she stopped and felt that she could not breath.


    The woman was exactly the one in the photo that Tim gave to herst time. She was wearing an


    evening dress which was piled up and tailor-made of soft green smoke, a pair of high-heeled shoes of


    more than ten centimeters on her feet, and the aura of red lips was so intimidating that she directly


    walked in front of Be, with an indescribable pressure and fierceness in her eyes.