Sir, your vest is off!

The matter of getting married was a certainty, Song Lan let out a bad breath, and also "got" herself.

But Song Lan thought about it, and it wasn't too bad, after all, Zhou Wenqing was good-looking, rich and self-cultivated, and the most important thing was that he was still protecting him just now.

After making an appointment to meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau the next morning, Zhou Wenqing sent Song Lan home.

It was unreal when Song Lan was sent home by Zhou Wenqing. The small rental house was full of books, and there were instant noodle boxes in the trash can, all of which showed Song Lan's poverty.

Even though I am not rich in reality...

Thinking of the reality, even though Song Lan was alone with nothing to worry about, she was inevitably a little confused. She didn't know how she got here, and she didn't know if she could go back.

Song Lan flung herself on the bed, tossing and turning over the memory of "Song Lan" like a pancake, and quickly crawled up from the memory to find useful information, which gave him a sense of security.

As a result, after Song Lan opened the bedside drawer and saw a thin page of household registration book, her hands trembled slightly.

Song Lan put down the household registration book, and there were graduation certificates from elementary school to university under it. These things were no strangers, and they were even very familiar, because in reality, these things were all his own.

But appearing in the "book", Song Lan felt a chill while feeling emotional.

A little similarity is not terrible, what is terrible is that everything is similar.

Is this reality or a "book"?

If the plot in the book coincides with reality...

Clutching her beating heart, Song Lan became dizzy for a while, and didn't dare to think about it anymore. She just took her ID card and household registration book and put them in her bag. She turned around and went to the closet to find the shirt for the wedding photo tomorrow. It took a long time to find it. A slightly yellowed "white shirt".

"When did this happen?" Song Lan smelled it, and there was a musty smell, a little small but still wearable.

Song Lan threw it into the pool and rubbed it symbolically, then left her hands to dry on the balcony.

The shirt was still a little wet the next morning, so Song Lan simply took it to the Civil Affairs Bureau and changed it when he was going to take pictures.

Then there was this embarrassing incident in the toilet of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Song Lan sniffed aggrievedly, what about taking responsibility?why did you leave?He didn't mean it!

But Zhou Wenqing didn't go too far, at least he gave him a coat to cover it up.

Song Lan scratched the fabric of Zhou Wenqing's coat with her index finger, then took off the coat silently, and prepared to change into her own clothes.

"Song Lan?"

Song Lan gave a pause as he unbuttoned the button. He seemed to hear Zhou Wenqing calling him, and then Zhou Wenqing and the staff asked if they heard his conversation.

"Song Lan, are you in there?"

Zhou Wenqing's voice moved from far to near.

"Thump, hum..." Zhou Wenqing knocked on the door of the toilet cubicle, "Song Lan, are you in there?"

Song Lan is angry, you still know to come back!

But the body opened the door of the compartment very honestly. The moment he saw Zhou Wenqing, he couldn't hold back his grievances, his eyes were red, he didn't cry after all, he just complained about the "scumbag who came back" ": "Didn't you leave? Aren't you going to regret the marriage? I've already said that I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you so angry and leave me behind?"

Zhou Wenqing, whose head was still covered with hot sweat, was stunned. Facing the man in front of him with a face full of grievances, the CEO who had always handled everything with ease, rarely looked a little at a loss, calmed down and explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I... I'm not angry, I went to buy you a shirt."

Ammuni's black handbag contained a clean white shirt.

"Sorry, I just didn't know what to do for a while, so I put my coat on you first and then went to buy you a shirt. I was in a hurry and forgot to tell you, you...don't be angry .”

In fact, Zhou Wenqing only left for 10 minutes, because he was afraid that Song Lan would be in a hurry.

Song Lan picked up the shirt, looked at Zhou Wenqing who was waiting for him to get stern, turned around silently, suppressed a smile where Zhou Wenqing couldn't see, "Ahem, then I will reluctantly forgive you this time. "

Song Lan didn't even notice that his tone could not help but depend on Zhou Wenqing.

Zhou Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, and an obvious smile flashed across his eyes.

It's a pity that Song Lan didn't see it.

Song Lan snickered while changing clothes, at a loss, and Zhou Wenqing, who explained to him like a child making a mistake, was quite cute.

When she came out again, Song Lan was wearing a perfectly suitable white shirt, happily held by Zhou Wenqing's hand, and went through all the procedures for obtaining the certificate.

The two red books were freshly released, and Song Lan only had time to take a photo, and didn't even have time to appreciate them, so Zhou Wenqing put them into the inner layer of his suit with the excuse that "I'll keep them safe", so strong that he couldn't refuse them. pocket.

Before leaving, Zhou Wenqing asked the staff for an extra photo with a red background and put it in his wallet.

Song Lan didn't notice Zhou Wenqing's movements, opened the album and was busy looking at the photos. In the photo with a red background, he was smiling brightly, while Zhou Wenqing smiled restrainedly, and his deep eyes made people feel a little affectionate.

Song Lan blushed a little, quickly put away her phone, and muttered a few words, "Calm down!"

"Since we're married, we should move in together, right?" Zhou Wenqing looked at Song Lan's little movements, and the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously.

"Ah?" Song Lan looked at Zhou Wenqing stupidly, and immediately realized what Zhou Wenqing said, and quickly looked away, "Oh, yes, it should be."

"Then it's better to move sooner rather than later." Zhou Wenqing made a final decision.

Song Lan almost jumped up, "This is too fast!"

When I saw Zhou Wenqing's frowning expression, I was a little timid again, "I didn't mean that, Mr. Zhou, am I not ready for everything? How can moving be so fast, right?"

Unexpectedly, instead of relaxing after hearing the explanation, Zhou Wenqing frowned even tighter, "Lan Lan."

Song Lan, who was called by her nickname, stood upright from numb feet to scalp.

Then Song Lan heard Zhou Wenqing say very seriously: "I think you should quickly get used to the fact that we are married, especially in terms of address, I hope you can be more intimate."

[The author has something to say: The old thing full of sao hahahaha! 】