Every step Fu Wenzhou took felt soft under his feet, like stepping on the clouds, and there was a feeling of extreme unreality.

His face was as usual, and he came to Song Qingyu with an indifferent expression, "Are you ready?" Let's go. ”

Song Qingyu looked at him with a strange look.

Fu Wenzhou's heart sank, thinking back to his every move just now, well, he was very calm and calm, there should be no problem.

He asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Qingyu: "...... It's nothing. ”

She had mixed feelings.

Fu Nanke next to him didn't have such a face-saving relationship with her, since he was too talkative yesterday, he was almost sent by him to open up the wasteland, and after he realized that coaxing no one was as useful as coaxing Miss Song, he became a little bolder.

At this time, he opened his mouth and spit out a sentence: "Mr. Fu, you were with the same hands and feet when you came down just now." ”

Fu Wenzhou: "......"

He didn't move, "Oh, is there a problem?" ”

Fu Nan: "......"

No problem, you just look weird.

Fu Wenzhou nodded, and he felt a little reserved: "If it's no problem, I'll drive." ”

Fu Nanying went as soon as he spoke.

Fu Wenzhou turned his head to Song Qingyu and said, "Actually, I'm not that nervous. ”

Song Qingyu lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand clenched into a fist at his side, and nodded slowly: "Well, I can see it." ”

Song Qingyu was really afraid that he would forget everything when he was nervous, so he reminded before getting into the car: "Did you bring the household registration book?" “

"Brought it." Fu Wenzhou chuckled, "It's like a person who goes to the exam, how can he forget the admission ticket." ”

Half an hour later.

The two of them sat at the window for the certificate, and when they were about to fill in the information, Song Qingyu took out the household registration book, and then found that the man next to him had flipped through it for a long time, but nothing came out.

The two looked at each other.

Song Qingyu couldn't help but smile and asked, "What about the household registration book?" ”

Fu Wenzhou thought about it for a while, he changed several sets of clothes in a row, and the household registration book was in the pocket of not knowing the first set of clothes.

I forgot to take it when I left.

But he has the memory of picking up the household registration book in his head.

He hurriedly got up: "I'll go back and get it now!" ”

But as soon as he got up, he was held down by Song Qingyu: "Let Fu Nan go and get it." ”

"No, I'll do it myself." Fu Wenzhou was once again pulled by Song Qingyu's clothes and pressed back to the chair.

She smiled apologetically at the staff at the window, then led the man to the side of the bench and sat down, called Fu Nan in, and told him to go back to get the household registration book, and then looked at Fu Wenzhou.

"Fu Wenzhou, are you so happy to marry me?" There was a smile on the corners of her mouth and eyebrows, looking at the man in front of her, distressed and liking.

She didn't let him go back to get the household registration book, because she was afraid that he would get distracted and have an accident on the road.

The man who has always been shrewd looks ordinary on the surface at this time, but his brain seems to be unable to think.

She knew that Fu Wenzhou would be happy, but she didn't expect him to be so happy.

"yes, I'm glad to die." Fu Wenzhou grabbed her hand without saying anything and pressed her on his chest, "Look at it, my heart is beating so fast." ”

Song Qingyu touched it.

Not only did his heart beat fast, but his palms were also damp with sweat.

All she felt was heat from her fingertips.

The heart under the palm of his hand felt as if it was about to jump out of the skin and thin clothing.

It was as if there was a kind of magic, and the heartbeat vibrated in the palm of her hand, and even her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

There are more and more people around.

It was divided into two groups.

One is sweet and sweet to get married, and the other is to handle divorce.

Fu Wenzhou looked at those who got married, and Song Qingyu looked at those who divorced.

Neither of them spoke.

"Yuzu."

"Huh?"

"You don't look at divorced people, I won't get divorced."

“……”

Song Qingyu didn't know what she thought, and suddenly smiled: "Well, so am I." ”

The fingertips were pinched, and the man didn't hide it at this time, and leaned over and whispered: "Then you look at me more, I'm too nervous." ”

Song Qingyu was also nervous by him, "Me too." ”

The two looked at each other, and the next second, they burst out laughing again.

Fu Wenzhou pointed to the young couple who had just gotten their marriage certificate not far away, with a look of envy: "If I hadn't forgotten the household registration book, we would have been the first couple." After a while, we got the certificate, and we took a picture like they did. ”

Send it to Moments.

He said in his heart, not only the circle of friends, but also the marriage certificate to be posted in various places, so that everyone would know that he married Yuyu.

It's best to hold a press conference, enlarge and print out the marriage certificate, and hang it behind you for everyone to see.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

His pomelo is afraid that he doesn't like it so high-profile.

Song Qingyu followed his eyes, and the young couple over there held up a marriage certificate and took pictures of them mouth-to-mouth as if no one was around.

“……”

Do you really want to shoot like this for a while?

Fu Nan was very fast.

He was afraid that Miss Song would change her mind when she was late, so she drove fast all the way and quickly brought the household registration book.

Fill in the information, take photos, stamp, and get the certificate......

The whole process is quick.

It was so fast that even when Fu Nan saw the two marriage certificates, he had a feeling of unreality.

Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with a small notebook, and the sun was just right outside.

She turned her head to look at Fu Wenzhou, the man looked in a trance, although he was trying to pretend to be calm, but the walking posture with his hands and feet still revealed his heart.

Like a cautious and cautious big dog who can't hold back his excitement.

It seemed that the next moment, he was going to jump up and have fun with joy.

Song Qingyu was amused and outrageous in her heart, and then handed her mobile phone to Fu Nan, "Come, take a picture of us." ”

Fu Nan: "Huh? ”

Song Qingyu had already picked up the marriage certificate, tilted her head and leaned on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder, and looked over.

Fu Nan reacted quickly, raised his mobile phone, took a picture, and couldn't help but say to Fu Wenzhou: "Mr. Fu, don't keep your face strained, smile." ”

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's mouth twitched, and he finally couldn't hold it back and smiled.

Click.

Song Qingyu took the phone and looked at it, and couldn't help but glance at Fu Nan.

In the photo, Fu Wenzhou smiled like a big fool.

Fu Wenzhou put the marriage certificate and came up, "Didn't you shoot well?" Let me see. ”

He took the mobile phone and didn't even look at himself, only to see that in the photo, Song Qingyu looked at the camera with a smile, with a bright smile on his always cold face.

Her hair was covered with a layer of golden warmth by the sun, and the whole person leaned beside him, gentle and unspeakable.

Fu Wenzhou's heart was slammed into something.

There was a surge of heat in his eyes.

What he once dreamed of was happening.

And her pomelo is no longer the cold appearance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Her face was bloody, her eyes were shining, and the corners of her mouth were warm.

This is his pomelo pomelo.

He did everything he could to snatch back the pomelo from Lord Yama.

He silently sent the photo to his mobile phone, turned his head and hugged Song Qingyu into his arms.

Song Qingyu quietly let him hold it, lingering in his mind, his red eyes just now.

Fu Nan had already gotten in the car first.

The two hugged like this for a while, and Song Qingyu smiled: "Don't you post it to Moments after taking pictures?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's voice was a little muffled and a little dumb: "Hair." I'll send it when I get back. ”

Song Qingyu: "Then let's go." ”

But no one moved.

I don't know how long it took, Song Qingyu asked, "Fu Wenzhou, do you want to see me in a wedding dress?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's body shook, let go of her, took her hand and walked to the car.

Song Qingyu covered her lips and suppressed the muffled cough in her throat, and said with a smile: "What, I don't want to see it." ”

"Yes."

Fu Wenzhou thought too much.

But forget it.

He was afraid that if he saw him, he would lose control and lose his temper.

Or wait.

Wait a little longer, and when she is well, he will give her another grand wedding.