"He's a rich man after all," the woman sighed, and then said, "If you can't get married, Elle, you should know that both your father and your children need a lot of money." In the face of real life, self-esteem, liking these things are the least important. ”

Yes! Least important! Once upon a time, there was only whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not. But now, her life is only torment and pain, but in order to survive, she has to swallow these torments and pains alive.

The woman thought that she hadn't thought about it yet, and her voice drifted away and sneered: "Look at me, won't I also survive?" It's okay, just get through it. ”

yes, I guess I can always make it through.

Jiang Ai let go of her clenched teeth and said yes.

Unfortunately, even though she decided to swallow everything, she still suffered from insomnia and watched the sky turn from dark to light.

At eight o'clock, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Ai sat up with her slender and sour body, and watched Sister-in-law Yue walk in with a rack of clothes.

Sister-in-law Yue is also an old man before, and like the housekeeper, she grew up watching Jiang Ai.

Seeing Jiang Ai again, she was very happy, but she was also very distressed.

But to take people's money, you must do well the work arranged by the Lord's house.

Sister-in-law Yue walked over with a smile and shouted, "Miss." ”

Jiang Ai snorted, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's been a long time since I saw Sister-in-law Yue." ”

"Hey!" Sister-in-law Yue sighed, walked over and looked at Jiang Ai distressedly, and finally only said a thousand words, "It will get better in the future." Then he said, "Mr. Bo is waiting downstairs and wants to have breakfast with you." This is the clothes for you, and you go down when you are washed. ”

Jiang Ai nodded.

The clothes in front of me are all warm colors, and without exception, they are all my favorite styles.

How ironic, even if she and Bo Shuyan have come to this point, he is still the one who knows his preferences best.

Jiang Ai packed up and went downstairs, Bo Shuyan was still sitting in the same position as yesterday, he was wearing a burgundy hand-customized suit, dyed with a trace of joy, and he looked like a noble son who turned everyone upside down.

Bo Shuyan looked at Jiang Ai who came down, walked over with long legs, naturally held her hand, and said lightly: "Eat." ”

Jiang Aiqiang resisted the urge to withdraw his hand and walked towards the restaurant without saying a word.

The restaurant is still the same restaurant, the chef is still the same chef, and all kinds of breakfast she likes to eat, and the man opposite her is still the same man.

Jiang Aizhen didn't know whether to cry or laugh, she should be relaxed and happy when she saw familiar people, but she only felt that all this was full of absurdity and irony.

Bo Shuyan habitually sandwiched her favorite pastries into the delicate plate in front of her.

Jiang Ai instinctively wanted to refuse, but in the end he picked up the chopsticks, picked them up, and put them in his mouth.

Bo Shuyan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the smoke blocked his face, and through the smoke, looking at Jiang Ai's eyes with a little warmth.

"Do you want to live here after you get married, or do you want to live in Lanwan?"

Jiang Ai raised his head and glanced at the man opposite, trying his best to restrain all his emotions, with a hint of trembling in his calm voice, "Whatever." ”

She didn't want to live here, but she didn't want to live in Lanwan, so it seemed that it didn't matter where she lived.

Bo Shuyan snorted, "Then let's live in Lanwan, you can come here whenever you want to." ”

As he spoke, Bo Shuyan pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, picked up a piece of bread, and helped her spread the sauce, with skillful and elegant movements.

The meal was quiet and smooth, until the car stopped firmly at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Ai was still in a trance.

Snow was falling outside the window, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the grass around the road.

The car door on her side opened, and the cold wind poured in, she looked up and looked at the man who stretched out his hand towards her, large snowflakes fell on his black hair, thick eyelashes, and his cold and handsome face was soft and warm.

Looking at the big hand with distinct bones in front of him, Jiang Ai forced himself to stretch out his hand to him, but in the end, he still bypassed him and got out of the car.

Bo Shuyan looked at her back as she walked forward, a trace of shaking flashed in his calm eyes, and he walked a few steps quickly and hugged her uncontrollable waist.

Jiang Ai's body stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

The man seemed to understand her thoughts, and the hand that held her waist with force, with a gesture that could not be resisted.

Coming vigorously, she fell into his arms with an unsteady center of gravity, looked up, glared at him with a little annoyance, and finally quietly withdrew her gaze and went with him.

She actually understands that if she can resist all kinds of things before she gets married, after she gets married, she will have no position and reason to make trouble.

If you make trouble again, it is hypocrisy.

Even if the weather is bad, there are many people who register for marriage, and there are even more divorces registered next to it.

There are two sweet greasy together, you and I are like inseparable conjoined babies.

There are also two husbands and wives who fight because of money and children, and the woman's crying and the man's roar are mixed together, a human tragicomedy that is alive.

Bo Shuyan looked at the scene in front of him and frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Ai sideways, saw that her expression had not changed, held her clenched little hand with her big hand, and said softly: "Let's go sit over there for a while." ”

Jiang Ai glanced up at him, he didn't want to speak, but he couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it okay to let your assistant do it, why bother with this." ”

It's so formal, as if two people are really married like others, but it seems nondescript.

"No matter what you think, for me, you will be my wife in the future, and there is no difference between you and someone else's marriage."

Probably because what he said was too natural, Jiang Ai's suppressed fire began to nod again, and he couldn't help but sarcastically: "What kind of face do you have to say this?" ”

Bo Shuyan saw that her white face was slightly bulging, and a pair of black and white eyes were wide, and the vivid color was very delicious, and he leaned over and pecked lightly.

Jiang Ai's mind turned white, and then he said angrily: "What are you crazy about? ”

"Well," he leaned over, his forehead against hers, and smiled, "That's all right." ”

Jiang Ai really couldn't figure out his brain circuit, so he simply didn't care, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at his hands.

Soon they arrived, in fact, it was very simple, handed in the materials, and the staff got the marriage certificate in a while, stamped it with a red seal, handed it to them with a smile, and said, "Congratulations." ”

The only difference is that probably the men are too handsome and the women are too beautiful, and all of them look at them intentionally or unintentionally, and some even take out their mobile phones and secretly record them.

Jiang Ai looked at the red book in his hand, panicked for a while, and his mood changed inexplicably. She couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, and it was difficult to distinguish between the five tastes and the tastes for a while.

It was still snowing heavily, the same as when she came, there was no change at all, but her life was completely turned upside down.

"Don't you want to marry the person you love?" Whether it's hypocritical or cheap, she still asked, "With your current status, isn't it good to marry someone you love and love yourself?" ”