Yi Qingchen is obviously a good teammate like a god, and Chu Qiao really has no reason not to be grateful to this man with a high IQ, a good hand and a helpful man.

"Mr. Yi, don't fall in love with me!" She raised her head slightly, taking the initiative to leave a fragrant lip print under his resolute cheek.

Yi Qingchen was suddenly stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Chu Qiao, I'm back!

It wasn't until he entered the suite and saw the waiter close the door that Yi Qingchen let go and put her on the sofa in the living room.

Chu Qiaowu watched TV for a while, and then walked into the bedroom and poked the man on the bed who was squinting and taking a nap, "Mr. Yi, can you borrow my mobile phone?" ”

"On the bedside table, you take it yourself, there is no password." He said motionlessly.

Chu Qiao took the phone, lazily lay back on the sofa, and logged on WeChat, sure enough, her circle of friends had been blown up by countless illustrated messages related to her, and all her friends came to ask her what was going on?

She sneered and posted a message: Sister is just looking for a man, what are you excited about, one or two are as if they don't eat fireworks in the world!

Then he casually put his phone on the coffee table and curled up to continue watching TV.

When Yi Qingchen came out, Chu Qiao was already lying on the sofa and falling asleep, staring at her insecure sleeping position, he inexplicably felt a strong desire to protect in his heart.

This proud girl, in her sleep, is so clever and pitiful.

Gently reaching out and carrying her into the bedroom, his movements so soft that he seemed to be holding a delicate baby, and the pity in his eyebrows was not even known to him.

There is a kind of attachment, from the first glance, it is identified, and it goes deep into the bone marrow.

When Chu Qiao woke up, it was already noon on the second day.

After lunch, she suddenly stared at Yi Qingchen, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, with bad intentions.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Yi Qingchen glanced up at her as if he was surprised.

"Would you mind getting a marriage license with me?" Chu Qiaoqiao smiled and handed over a cup of brewed green tea, and added, "Fake." ”

He suddenly became interested, put down the newspaper in his hand, and looked at her with an inquiring expression, "Is this a marriage proposal?" ”

"Count."

"Don't mind, it's all fake anyway." He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, picked up his phone on the coffee table, and looked like he was messaging.

"Do you have your household registration book and ID card with you?"

"With it, I'm on my own."

In fact, she is really a single family, her mother married into the Chu family but did not move her household registration in, and she was recorded under her mother's household registration as soon as she was born, so strictly speaking, she is not the daughter of the Chu family at all.

"That's good, you give it to me, and someone will use it to help you make a fake marriage certificate later."

Chu Qiao was puzzled, "Do fake marriage certificates also require household registration books and ID cards?" ”

"Nature is to be true. By the way, let's take a frontal photo without makeup and send it to my phone. ”

"Okay." She happily made an OK gesture to him.

Sure enough, the doorbell rang in a few moments.

Chu Qiao handed his ID card and household registration book to the young man in a black suit with a serious face outside the door according to Yi Qingchen's instructions, and the man didn't say much, bowed to her and left.

She closed the door and walked back to the living room, asking suspiciously, "What about yours?" Don't need to give it to him? ”

"I didn't bring it with me, so I asked him to go to my house to get it."

Chu Qiao nodded, and continued to ask endlessly, for her, it was enough for this man who had only known her for a short time to help her so much.

A few hours later, the young man delivered the "fake marriage certificate" to her room, along with her other documents.