Fifteen minutes later, two men came out of the hall, each with a small red notebook in their hands. From this moment on, they will officially become husband and wife, becoming the closest people to each other.

He Xiyan put this marriage certificate into his bag, a very light thing, but it felt very heavy in his hand. It's not the first time she's been here, she's been here five years ago, when she's only 20 years old, and it's foolish to think that getting a marriage license means they'll be together for the rest of their lives.

Who knew it would end like that.

And this time, she only hopes that they can really make it to the end.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Hao shook her hand vigorously, turned his head to look at her, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He Xiyan paused for a moment, and then hooked his lips slightly. I didn't want him to see her preoccupied.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the day after tomorrow we are going to the pear orchard and spend Chinese New Year's Eve there." Ye Hao said.

Originally, he wasn't going to go this year, the Ye family's big family, he didn't care at all, but his mother would go, he didn't want his mother to suffer any grievances over there or anyone against their mother and son, so he decided to go.

He Xiyan turned his head to look at him, a little hesitant, "Am I going too?" She pointed to herself.

"Hmm!" Ye Hao hugged her shoulder, "Don't worry, my parents are also here, as for the others, you don't have to care, just go over and have a meal." We go there at most once a year. ”

Although they are all blood relatives, he didn't grow up in the Ye family since he was a child, and he has no feelings for these people. In this life he only cared about his wife, his mother, and his children.

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An apartment in the heart of the city

Without the hustle and bustle of the past, the apartment is exceptionally quiet today, and there are very few people even taking the elevator.

It's already the twenty-ninth of the lunar month, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, most of the people living in the apartment are young men and women, in order to go to work conveniently, buy here or rent here, this time, every New Year's holiday, all go home.

Mo Yixuan also occasionally lives in this apartment, because he often works overtime, many times he gets off work until more than eleven o'clock in the evening, he is too tired, and he has to drive back to Mo's villa for thirty or forty minutes, so once he gets off work late or is too busy at work, he lives here.

This apartment is a small one-bedroom apartment, with an area of 40-50 square meters, no suite, suitable for single living, not suitable for a family to live at home.

Mo Yixuan sat on the sofa, habitually holding a cigarette in his hand, half of which was already smoked. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, but he does not want to go home, his mother is not at home, his son is not at home, and his wife was abandoned by him more than a year ago.

So this year, he will spend here alone. Although he bought this house five years ago, He Xiyan had never lived here for a night, but Xia Yuwei had come.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, and the cigarette butt in his hand was also twisted into the ashtray, and his whole face became extremely ugly.

Because he occasionally lives here, he met Xia Yuwei who rented opposite her more than a year ago, at first he didn't pay attention to her, although he occasionally met in the elevator or in the corridor, but he didn't talk, and then one night, when taking the elevator, Xia Yuwei came in with two big bags of things and a large barrel of oil, and after getting out of the elevator, she took the initiative to ask him for help, and he didn't refuse, after all, a girl really didn't have enough strength to carry so many things, so he helped her carry things and sent them to the house where she lived.