Three months ago, the Marriage Registry.

Sheng Yuyue has been waiting at the door for an hour, but she has not yet waited for the man who is about to register her marriage with her.

I heard from grandpa that that man is Fu Yunting, the president of Huanyu International and the current head of the Fu family.

They have never met, but they have been destined to be a baby kiss since childhood.

Therefore, as soon as she returned from abroad, her grandfather directly arranged for her to collect the certificate.

Although the Fu family is a king in the capital, the marriage registration made the woman wait at the door for an hour.

Even the "good-tempered" Sheng Yuyue started to get angry.

Do you think that because you are Fu Yunting, you can insult a woman so casually?

The Sheng family is not someone who can be easily bullied in the capital.

When Sheng Yuyue was about to leave, a Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her.

A man in a straight suit got out of the co-pilot. He looked to be about 1.7 meters tall.

Is this the man that the eldest lady of her dignified Sheng family is going to marry?

Is this Fu Yunting, the head of the Fu family in Beijing?

Why is it completely different from what the rumors said?

Isn't he a cool and ascetic handsome guy?

That's it?

"Miss Sheng?"

Song Qi walked up to Sheng Yuyue and looked at the impatient woman in front of him and asked.

"Are you Fu Yunting?"

Sheng Yuyue looked at the man in front of her unabashedly.

"No, I'm Mr. Fu's assistant. Just call me Song Qi."

"Where's Fu Yunting?"

Sheng Yuyue adjusted her stance, her patience reaching its limit.

After waiting for an hour, an assistant came.

"Mr. Fu has something to do and he can't leave, but the marriage certificate has been issued. Madam, please follow me in and sign your name to get the certificate."

Sheng Yuyue opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

Although she has not returned to China for many years, she also knows that marriage requires both parties to sign on the occasion before they can receive the certificate.

Fu Yunting was so dissatisfied with the marriage that he arranged the marriage certificate without even showing his face on the day of receiving the certificate.

This will save yourself trouble.

After Song Qi finished speaking, he took Sheng Yuyue into the registration office.

Soon, Sheng Yuyue had a little red book in her hand.

She opened it and took a look, which completely refreshed her understanding.

The technology of this composite photo is really top-notch, and you can’t tell it’s composite at all.

While she was still studying the fresh and hot marriage certificate in her hand, Song Qi had already put Fu Yunting's copy away.

Then he took out a bank card and a piece of paper with his address and phone number from his bag.

"Madam, this is the address of the wedding room and Mr. Fu's personal mobile phone number. This is Mr. Fu's supplementary card. Mr. Fu told me that you can swipe it as you like."

Sheng Yuyue casually took the bank card and note from Song Qi's hand and walked straight out the door.

If she continues to listen to what this assistant said to Mr. Fu, she will definitely be pissed to death.

As soon as she stepped into her red Koenigsegg CCR sports car, her grandfather's call came in.

"Xiao Nizi, have you got the certificate?"

As soon as the call was connected, her grandfather Sheng Zhuohan's impatient tone reached her ears.

"Grandpa, why don't you want to see me so much that you can't wait to marry me off?"

When Sheng Yuyue thought that she had just returned to China, her grandfather took the token that he and Fu Yunting's grandfather secretly exchanged for them when they were young, and said that before Fu Yunting's grandfather passed away, his only last wish was for Fu Yunting to fulfill his promise. Promise to marry her.

The person Fu Yunting respected the most in the Fu family was his grandfather, so he had such a novel newlywed couple who had never met before.

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