[Bottle Evil] 2015 is the right time to get married

*Brother's perspective Wait until I finish to see if it is necessary to write, because I can guess my thoughts when writing these chapters, there is no suspense or other plots, I don't think it is particularly necessary.

*In this chapter, "Don't want a big bed room" has been messed up again. Sure enough, this article is the parallel world of the previous article...

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This time, it can be regarded as an atmosphere that even the fat man can't bring up. He kept asking us to clarify the problem, but none of us spoke. I know that it is impossible for Poker to say that we will divorce in front of the fat man. It is even more impossible for me to confess that the relationship in the household registration book was intentional, just to tie me up for a lifetime.

The words were not speculative, and we were silent all the way. We didn't expect to go to get the certificate excitedly, but it was like this when we came back. The most tragic thing was that we had to go back to my parents for dinner.

In front of the second elder, I didn't dare to be as undisguised as I was in front of the fat man, and I had to pretend to be a peaceful model of treating each other as if they were guests with Poker Bottle.Among other things, Poker Finger's acting skills are really good. As soon as we walked in, we pretended that nothing happened very tacitly. The only troublesome thing was that my mother wanted to see our ID photos.

I couldn't evade it, so I took out the red book from my pocket and gave it to her. My mother frowned when she opened it: "This photo is not as good as the one drawn by Xiaoxie!" Mom also liked it, and she said, "Why are you two sitting so far away without smiling?"

I couldn't answer, so I turned my head and stared at Poker Bottle angrily, this guy didn't change his face: "It's my first time getting married, I'm nervous."

Heh, I silently rolled my eyes, and said to myself that this is the first time I'm married and I'm nervous, so I won't be nervous next time I marry someone else, right?

The fat man also came up to take a look. He had sharp eyes and a keen heart, and immediately knew that things were not that simple, so he turned his head to look at me, and I shook my head slightly. It’s been a long time, so it’s because the photo wasn’t taken properly?”

I helplessly watched the fat man run the train with his mouth full, so I could only go down the steps and muttered half-truthfully: "That's right, the photo on the marriage certificate can't be changed in the future." Looking at Poker Ping's words, he added something meaningful, "Once you are ugly, you will be ugly for the rest of your life..."

Poker bottle probably thought that I said this in front of my mother, and didn't care about my gnashing of teeth at all, or maybe he just had nothing to refute me.

"It's not so ugly," my mother was still helping Poker Fing with the conversation, she closed the red book and returned it to me, and said leisurely, "Xiao Zhang is very handsome even if he doesn't smile, you just look stupid."

The fat man couldn't help laughing, I subconsciously went to look at the oil bottle, but he didn't look at me, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

I have no resistance to Poker Bottle. Looking at his gentle expression, I feel heartbroken and sad at the same time. He obviously looks better when he smiles. Why can't he just smile when he's married to me?

Before the meal, Boyouping cut the fruit for me. During the meal, he and my dad made an agreement that someone from the Zhang family would come to ask for my name the day after tomorrow, and that they would come to Najib next week and be hired.When he was talking about the serious business, he still didn’t forget to help me get some food. I knew that these were all fake, but I also knew that at least in front of my family and friends, I still had to cooperate with him to perform the wedding well.

In the afternoon, I helped Fatty find a hotel close to us to live in. He drove over from Beijing and spent the whole morning with us. He was really tired, so I asked him to go to sleep for a while. I have to go to the wedding candy store first, and then go to the venue with the wedding company to check the spots, and I will go to him for dinner in the evening.

When I was talking about these arrangements, I was still at home. Poker-Face offered to go with me. When I got out of the house and separated from the fat man, he turned on the silent mode. This time I will drive, and Poker-Face will open the door. I hesitated for a while, and actually sat in the back seat. I don't know if it was a counterattack because I didn't sit with him when I came back just now.

I saw his sullen look on the road, and I found it funny for some reason. I don’t agree to change the relationship in the household registration book, and Poker Bottle seems to be a little bit bitter. I’m not angry now. To put it bluntly, it’s just to him. This marriage, he told me clearly before, not to mention the generous dowry, he didn't owe me anything at first, but now I have both money and wealth, no matter what, I took advantage of him, even if he is cold Face, I can't be really angry with him, can I?

Poker bottle is a very responsible person, I am very clear about this, since he proposed the marriage, he will implement all kinds of minutiae.Just like this candy box, if I remember correctly, he asked someone to design it when he was in Erdaobaihe, and now he directly handed over the drawings to the owner of the candy shop, and decided on the type of candy with me. I completed this matter efficiently, which I have to choose by myself, and it will probably take another afternoon.

Then we went to the wedding venue again. The people from the wedding company stepped on it and said that they would arrange a plan for me within a week.I also went with Poker Ping to choose the main types of flowers to be used, and most of them were his final decision.This afternoon was originally a heavy task, but because Poker Ping was with me, things went a lot smoother, and his suggestions were decisive and clear. I just need to be responsible for conveying his ideas to the staff. After talking about the matter, even the people from the wedding company said that they were very happy to cooperate with us. They also said that it had been a long time since we had seen such a happy couple.

Thousands of wears and thousands of flattery, not to mention this is just talking about my point. Everyone says we are a good match, and I have a kind of rebellious joy in my heart: Boyouping and I have a fake marriage, and I will marry this marriage. Knot makes everyone feel real.

It was already five or six o'clock when these matters were settled one by one. I went to Fatty's to call him out. According to the old rules, we had to eat in the building outside the building. However, I think the building outside the building might be too close to my shop. Yes, Poker-Face and I will inevitably go back to live in the shop when the time comes.It’s fine during the day, but at night I really want to stay away from him, at least I must not go back to the shop and share the bed with him, even if you say I’m cowardly, I’m very self-aware, and I can’t guarantee whether I’ll sleep with him again I have some charming thoughts about him, according to Murphy's law, if I lie next to him, I will definitely have another dream like a cheongsam, and something embarrassing will definitely happen at that time when I wake up, and I will definitely be caught by him at that time. I found out, and then I was completely done, let alone getting married, maybe I would be shot in the head by him.

Thinking about it this way, it's really miserable. I'm the only person around him who can be trusted. He wants to marry me fake, but I'm greedy for his body. I always thought that I gave him unconditionally, but now I found out that I I also want something from him, my little brother is only me, but he is also the one who covets him, I can't help but reflect on myself, and feel that I am really too bad.

For the various reasons mentioned above, I specifically picked a restaurant that is very close to the fat man's hotel.Since the little brother came out, this is the first time for the three of us to have dinner like this. Fatty lamented that his two brothers actually received their certificates under his witness. This meal was regarded as a bachelor party, and they drank until eight o'clock , and then turned to supper, and chattered about eating. As I expected, the three of us ended up killing two bottles of Moutai and five bottles of beer, and there was a depth charge in our stomachs.With something in my heart, I had a drink with the fat man and drank very happily. Poker Bottle stopped me twice on the way, but seeing that I couldn't stop me, I didn't say anything else.

I originally wanted to pretend to be drunk and open another room in the fat man's hotel. After drinking, I didn't even need to pretend, and I fell down directly. The dialogue between Fatty and Poker Bottle.

The fat man drank no less than me, and with his tongue out, he told Poker Ping and me not to go back, and let us sleep in a hotel with a big bed room. I protested in a daze, but I couldn't say anything, I could only hum Moaning, Poker-Face is still relatively awake, and brought the fat man and me to the hotel. I was afraid that I would wake up and sleep with Poker-Face tomorrow morning, so I tried to protest by pulling his sleeves: "No big bed room..." After finishing speaking Insensible.

The next day I slept until noon, but I woke up from hunger. When I got up, I found that I lived in a single room. What about the stuffy oil bottle?I got up from the bed and found that I had only taken off my coat and slept all night with my clothes on.The cell phone keys were all taken out and placed on the bedside table.

I didn't bother to take a sip of water, so I hurriedly called him, feeling that my "post-traumatic stress syndrome of the missing oil bottle" was a little more serious. The substitute driver drove my car back to Wushanju, and he himself fell asleep in the shop.At the end, he asked me if I was hungry, and if I wanted to pack my food and bring it here. I asked him to bring me clean clothes, and said that I wanted to buy a dress for my parents in the afternoon. Take a break and say that he will pick it.

I hung up the phone, stood up in a daze and took a shower, feeling so sweet, I haven't been taken care of like this for a long time, and I feel more and more embarrassing for Pokerfing to treat me so well in these matters, I actually control I kept relying on him and missing him a little bit more day by day, even waiting for him to come over after washing, I felt that the ten or ten minutes of waiting for him were more difficult than the past ten years.

I thought sullenly, it would be nice to sleep together in the hotel yesterday, I don't want to sleep in the same bed with him, but I can sleep in the same room with him, at least that way I can see him when I wake up.