Sir, don't be too bad

Did he think he was hiding it from him? "What are you holding in your hand?" Simenu asked pouted.

Xia Yiwan looked down at the things in his hand, and said in a little confusion: "Marriage certificate."

"Then what did you call me just now?" the man looked at her and asked.

"Si Mo." Xia Yiwan wondered.

What's the question?

Hearing this, Si Mo raised his eyebrows slightly: "With a marriage certificate in your hand, you still call me by first and last name, Xia Yiwan, can you be any more stupid?"

"..." Xia Yiwan.

It turned out that he cared about what he called him.

The astringency in Xia Yiwan's heart dissipated, and she became more mischievous, "What's that called, Ah Mo?"

"That's what my grandfather called!" Si Mo gave her an angry look.

Did this woman do it on purpose?

Xia Yiwan looked at him, couldn't help laughing, and turned her head to look at him: "Xiao Momo?"

"You..." Si Mo was so angry with her, he stretched out his hand to hold her arm, pulled her into his arms, and prepared to teach her a severe lesson.

Unexpectedly, she leaned over gently, and gently hugged his arm with her head.

"Honey, I was wrong." Xia Yiwan said softly, her tone was so gentle that water could drip out.

Hearing the answer he had always wanted, the corners of Simo's lips twitched involuntarily.

But on the face, he still snorted arrogantly, "It's not stupid at all."

Following the words "husband", Xia Yiwan's heart seemed to be wrapped in sweet honey.

The word "husband" is not only a title, but also means that she has a family.

She is no longer the lonely Xia Yiwan.

Simo looked at her dependent behavior, his heart was soft and messy, and he was about to lower his head to kiss Fangze, but Xia Yiwan's phone vibrated.

"Sorry." Xia Yiwan stuck out her tongue and took it out to see that it was Director Yang of "Love in the Mediterranean".

"Wanwan, have you gone out yet? We've been waiting for you for a long time." When the phone was connected, Director Yang's expectant voice came over.

Xia Yi had a late meal.

She made an appointment with Director Yang last night to sign a contract today.

"Wanwan?" Director Yang couldn't hear the sound, so he called out anxiously.

Xia Yiwan hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, I'll be right over."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Dao Yang hung up the phone happily.

Xia Yiwan put away the phone, and then looked at Simo with some guilt.

"What's the matter?" Simo looked at her puzzled.

"Director Yang is waiting for me to sign the contract, you can send me there." Xia Yiwan said.

"Aren't you going to accept the domestic script?" Si Mo asked with a frown.

"But I promised last night."

Last night, she was determined to leave, so she called Director Yang and asked to sign a contract.

She was embarrassed to backtrack, so she had to leave Simo for a while.

Si Mo knew that what she promised would be difficult to change, so he could only start the car sullenly.

The red book is still in his hand, but he is about to guard the empty room alone.

This day is really hard!

-

Colorful neon lights illuminate the night of Jincheng.

In the VIP box of 5201

Yan Xiao touched the red notebook in her hand enviously.

Si Nuanqian was at the side reporting the situation to Mr. Si: "Grandpa, my brother and Wanwan have received their certificates!"

Tang Jin raised his wine glass with envy and sympathy: "Brother, congratulations, you have finally made it right!"

Simo's handsome face was full of pride: "Thank you."

Beside him, Feng Lang was holding the wine glass, drinking one glass after another.