"Okay, we're just a formal marriage, and it's also a hidden marriage, so there's no need to do much for me." Lin Jiawen put down the cup.

Leng Yihan suddenly got up and stood up and walked towards Lin Jiawen.

"What are you doing? Am I not right? Lin Jiawen looked up at him and stepped back.

However, Leng Yihan just picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth,

"We said yes, we are all free, so what I want to do, I will do it according to my own ideas."

Lin Jiawen likes to listen to the first half of the sentence, we are all free, but Leng Yihan said according to his own ideas.

So what if, Leng Yihan has to force her to fulfill her husband and wife one day?

Lin Jiawen's eyes glanced at the contract on the bedside table.

"If you want to regret it now, it's totally fine." Leng Yihan looked at Lin Jiawen, his eyes were full of warmth.

Lin Jiawen looked at these eyes, and he couldn't see through it.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to push you to do things you don't like."

After Leng Yihan finished speaking, he got up and sat back on the sofa.

This person is really unfathomable, Lin Jiawen even wonders if he has mind reading skills, how can he read it so easily and understand what she was thinking just now.

Moreover, she had only glanced at the contract just now.

The man in front of her made her feel a little strange.

The sun shone right on the side of his face, and his hair seemed to have a starry glance.

To be honest, Lin Jiawen felt that he had never seen this man himself.

This tall and thin man has a very cold gaze, thin eyebrows, and thin lips under the bridge of his nose that are often tightly pursed.

Can't say that the thin and tall man, the night before yesterday, when Lin Jiawen helped him bandage his wounds.

I don't believe it, he is definitely the kind of man who strips and wears flesh and looks thin.

"Am I having enough?" Leng Yihan continued to stare at the newspaper.

Lin Jiawen's face was instantly covered with a layer of crimson.

She's a killer, let her play with guns and knives, she doesn't say anything, but it makes her feel shy to be so close to a man.

"I've seen enough, I'll go and get a marriage certificate for us." Leng Yihan looked up at Lin Jiawen, put down the newspaper, and took out two household registration books from his briefcase.

One of the household registration books was damaged in one corner, and she saw it at a glance, it was her household registration book.

On the household registration book, there is now only one page of her, remarked with the children of martyrs.

"How do you get my household register?"

"You've taken me to your house, the one in the slums, which is full of high-tech surveillance equipment." Leng Yihan smiled at her and stood up.

"You broke in?" Lin Jiawen suddenly thought of something, "Does Huo Xiujie still live there?" ”

"Huo Xiujie is indeed still staying with you and not leaving, so I don't count it as a trespass, it was he who opened the door for me, and if it is considered a trespass, it is also Huo Xiujie."

Leng Yihan walked over to her, "I'm a little sad to see you, is it because I saw the information in your household registration book?" Sorry, not intentionally looking.

Moreover, don't be sad, I am also alone in my household registration book, and my remarks are still orphans, you are a child of martyrs. ”

"I'm sorry to remind you of something sad." Lin Jiawen got up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, "Let's go, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau now." ”

"Jiawen, your body hasn't recovered yet, I've already told the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau, it's okay if you don't go."

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