Shen Lingyu never procrastinated, and when he walked out of the airport, he went straight to the city government where he lived, and on the way, he threatened in a cold voice, "If you don't agree, I guarantee that your brother's company will disappear." ”

"Ah......" Ling Baolu looked at him fearfully when he heard this, "Don't." ”

"So, you know what to do!" He turned his head to glance at her, and after all this time, he still had a gloomy face.

"I'll marry you!" Ling Baolu nodded, if the United States could get a certificate, she would get it with him.

Because she knows that the scandal is not only not good for her, but also for him.

Now is no longer the era when celebrities need to cover up when they get married, they need a marriage to break through Wen Jingchu's despicable and shameless hype.

Two hours later, the two arrived at the city hall where Shen Lingyu's household registration was located, where he submitted their documents, filled out the form, paid the money, and left the house.

"Holle, Ethan, congratulations on getting married." The two of them filled out the form, and an old white couple was waiting for them outside the door. Seeing Shen Lingyu and Ling Baolu coming out, the two old men smiled kindly and said their blessings to Shen Lingyu in unison.

"Thank you, Mr. Brown" Shen Lingyu walked over, hugged Mr. Brown with open arms, and then came to hug Mrs. Brown, "And you, Mrs. Brown, thank you very much." ”

"Honey, I heard you're getting married, and I'm so happy." Mrs. Brown patted her on the shoulder, then turned to look at Ling Baolu, still smiling kindly, "This is your bride." ”

"Yes, she is my bride, her name in Chinese is Ling Baolu, and translated into English is the baby deer." He introduced Ling Baolu to Mr. and Mrs. Brown in fluent English.

"Baby fawn?" Mr. and Mrs. Brown looked at each other and smiled, looked at Ling Baolu and asked Shen Lingyu, "Issheyourdeer?" ”

“Yes，sheismydeer。” He glanced at Ling Baolu, and there was a trace of joy and relief in his eyes.

Ling Baolu stood aside, looking at them with puzzled eyes, the three of them were all speaking English, and his sentence "Yes, sheismydear." What does that mean?

Is she his dear?

Ling Baolu shook his head and warned himself self-deprecatingly: How is this possible!

"Great, congratulations." When Ling Baolu was puzzled, Mrs. Brown happily walked up to Ling Baolu, shook her hand and said, "Honey, I wish you happiness! ”

"Thank you!" Ling Baolu smiled, feeling the old man's true blessing, and the gloom in his heart disappeared little by little.

The wedding was held in the afternoon, and the two had a brief lunch before starting to prepare for the wedding.

It wasn't until he entered the church that Ling Baolu understood why he called the old man, it turned out that the wedding in the United States needed two witnesses, and the Brown couple were the most grateful people in Shen Lingyu's life, so he invited them to come.

When the wedding began, the church was quiet, except for them and Mr. and Mrs. Brown witnessing, only the priest was waiting for them on the other side of the red carpet.

Ling Baolu was wearing a wedding dress sent by Shen Lingyu, a simple bud; Silk neckline, high-waisted puffy skirt, very dreamy princess-style wedding dress. The hair was permed to a natural curvature, and a princess's half-tied hair was combed, and a white veil was draped, and a handbag bud was draped; Silk gloves, holding his arm, step by step, accompanied by a solemn and romantic wedding march, walked across the red carpet and came to the priest.