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With a bad tone and a bad attitude, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Ten seconds later, when Song Xinheng looked again, the room at the end of the second floor turned black.

Unlike the previous few times, Fang Wei reacted quickly to Song Xinheng's words this time, and rushed down from the bed to turn off the light in the room.When he got back into bed again, Fang Wei glanced at the monitor with flashing lights, and covered it tightly from head to toe.

It's fine if you don't get noticed, thinking so, Fang Wei fumbled to connect the earphone cable to the jack of the phone.

The recording file dug out was only five seconds long, and it was opened before the call was connected. It accurately recorded the content and emotions of Song Xinheng when he spoke just now.The air permeability of the quilt is very good, but after hiding in it for a long time, you still have difficulty breathing. Fang Wei curled up inside and listened to it over and over again. screen.

In fact, that person's temper doesn't seem to be as good as on TV.

Fang Wei, who got the precious recording by chance, patted the pillow and changed into a comfortable position.

But how should I put it, in this way, I think Song Xinheng like this is also very handsome...

In the morning, when Song Xinheng came out of the room at 06:30, he was wearing his favorite shirt.

Song Xinshu went back to his home last night, and the one who replaced him in the kitchen was Fang Wei who came out of the room at six o'clock.

Because today's plan is very important, Fang Wei prepares a rich breakfast, which is so large that it can survive even if it is too late to eat at noon.When Song Xinheng was standing at the corner of the stairs, he saw Fang Wei skillfully fetching vegetables from the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was full of weird things at some point, and the original snacks were squeezed to the corners.

The fried eggs smelled fragrant in the pot. Fang Wei turned around and saw Song Xinheng, who had been selectively ignoring him, went downstairs. He went to the door and took yesterday's evening paper. He rummaged through it casually for a while. Still haven't found the news I'm interested in.

"Good morning." Seeing that the eggs were about to burn, Fang Wei suddenly said, "It will be ready soon..."

Song Xinheng, who was reading the newspaper, froze for a second, then glanced towards the kitchen.

If I remember correctly, he was a little fan who always looked shocked, and this was the first time he took the initiative to talk to himself.

Also, if you can't even reach this level, how can you expect to survive this day full of unknowns?

Song Xinheng, who originally thought that Fang Wei would lose the chain when he went out, felt a little more relaxed.When Fang Wei, who was quick with his hands and feet, brought the prepared breakfast to the table, he also cooperated and sat down.There is even a pattern on the plate, the shape of the fried egg has been modified, and it is spelled out to be the supporting little tiger as the representative of Fang Wei's mascot. The silly look looks very delicious.

Song Xinheng snorted softly, poked it with chopsticks a few times, and caught a glimpse of Fang Wei still making the last salad.

The lettuce that was taken out of the refrigerator was on Song Xinheng's blacklist, and he couldn't help but care about it when it appeared in the kitchen.As if he knew what he was thinking, among the two small vegetable salads that Fang Wei finally brought to the table, there was no lettuce in one.

Seeing that Song Xinheng ate, Fang Wei was relieved, and what Song Xinshu told him was really helpful.

As usual, there was a silent breakfast. Fang Wei tried his best not to make a sound when he picked up the food on the plate. After eating his share, he got up to water the flowers and feed the fish. According to Song Xinshu, Song Xinheng likes these things, he only likes to watch and not to worry kind of.

At a quarter past seven, Song Xinshu and Cancheng knocked on the door on time, and the four of them went out in full armor.

The Civil Affairs Bureau always opens at eight o'clock in the morning. Because of Song Xinheng's special status and the fact that there were no people in line before, the channel for obtaining the certificate opened half an hour earlier.Helping them handle the whole set of business is the general manager, an elderly fat aunt.

Auntie doesn't follow stars, even if she looks familiar to Song Xinheng, she doesn't have any special reaction.In addition, because she was scheduled to come to work early, the aunt who was still asleep looked at the gay couple with subtle eyes, and pulled out the form from the file column for them to fill out.

The premarital examination procedure was directly skipped, probably because same-sex marriage does not need to consider the issue of prenatal and postnatal care.

The "Declaration for Marriage Registration Application" has a lot of content, because it is a same-sex marriage, the things to be filled in are a little more trivial.Song Xinheng didn't dawdle, and filled out his part expressionlessly, only halfway through when he caught a glimpse of Fang Wei.Different from Song Xinheng's crooked handwriting, Fang Wei's handwriting is very correct, not like an adult's, and it is a waste of time to write.

Both of them had to fill in each other's relevant information on their forms. Song Xinheng didn't bother to ask Fang Wei, so he took his ID card and household registration book and copied it again, while Fang Wei was smiling the whole time, comparing it with the form Song Xinheng had written. Finished my share.

If there is anything that people care about, it is probably the education background, one is high school, and the other is a master's degree.

In the past three months, she has also gone through a lot of same-sex marriage procedures. Aunt Wei Fat is naturally much more accepting of same-sex couples than others. Apart from this reason, her concept of being a good match is mainly based on her education and age.The combination of a master's degree and a high school graduate is really rare. With this in mind, Auntie looked at Fang Wei unconsciously with a little appreciation.

As a teacher, he couldn't understand the discriminating eyes of the administrators, so Song Xinheng also looked at the column of academic qualifications.

Even if he is a genuine high-achieving student, he has been chasing after him for so many years.

In fact, he is just an ordinary person. Thinking of this, he saw Fang Wei take out the photos he wanted to use from his bag.

Even if it is a signing, there is no sense of ritual, because it is not that person, and it does not make any difference with anyone.With a feeling similar to when he went abroad to apply for a visa, Song Xinheng went through the procedures without saying a word, and got the small red book that was not very valuable.

Fang Wei didn't speak, but went to another extreme completely. When he stamped the seal, he didn't dare to breathe.

The Civil Affairs Bureau always has a booth for the newlyweds to take pictures. When there is time and place, the couples will take a group photo with their marriage certificates on it.Chancheng and Song Xinshu were waiting there, but even if the two of them stood in front of the big red background curtain, the sense of CP was still weak and could be blown away in one breath.It was Chanseung who kept gesturing to make the two of them pay attention to their expressions, and only then did they take a photo that could be used for public relations.

"Fang Wei is very photogenic, the photo effect is quite good, I will continue to work harder this afternoon." Cancheng looked at Fang Wei who was clutching the small book in his hand, even if he knew that the other party would not listen to what he was saying, he couldn't help but praise Praise him: "The performance is really good."

Song Xinheng also took a look at the finished product, and felt that even if he had a bitter face, it definitely looked a lot better than when Fang Wei smiled.

Before noon, the studio successfully sent out the processed photos, erasing the traces of time and place on the photos, covering up the two people's household registration ID numbers and other information, in addition, it also marked Fang Wei with a criminal record. Mosaics of different styles of suspects.

"The only information that can be obtained from the photo is the surname, and the name cannot be released directly for a while."

As soon as the news came out, fans and passers-by who had been paying attention to today in advance reacted violently. It soared to the top popularity in just four or 10 minutes. All on the hot search.

Song Xinheng debuted for eight years and didn't have any real love affairs, but because there are many variety shows and acting, fans have gathered CPs for him everywhere. These people have been pushed to the forefront of the popularity, and the scene was once very spectacular.Not to mention the members of the original group, even a certain master who once helped Song Xinheng calculate the marriage on the show has become the focus of attention.

"As expected of the top traffic..." Zhou Xiaohui flipped through the hot search list: "Your position has also risen very high."

"Isn't Wink ahead of me?" Yan Baifeng said, and he opened the two boxes of lunches sent by the manager. Although they were boxed lunches, one of them was obviously VIP-level, and the quality and quantity were from the ordinary restaurant next door. Far beyond: "Think about it, even if it's not Wink, Wink's attention is so high. If it's him, I don't know if the fans will stand it."

If that's the case, the server will undoubtedly be overwhelmed, Zhou Xiaohui thought, seeing that Yan Baifeng ate the wrong lunch again.

"Maybe something went wrong again, pouring so much tomato sauce." When Zhou Xiaohui was still thinking about how many times this kind of thing happened this month, Yan Baifeng handed the disassembled tableware to Zhou Xiaohui: "And the company The rule is, I can't eat fried chicken."

The agent who was sent to buy water, at this moment, as usual, squatted at the door of the lounge to finish his lunch.

Hearing what Yan Baifeng said inside, he sighed, ketchup and fried chicken, this person can really talk.

He is the one who doesn’t eat, and he is also the one who specially arranges the staff every time and asks to add it to the work lunch.

What kind of agent should he be? The young Xiao Liu took a bite out of his mouth, and if he knew it, he would be a follow-up assistant.