The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Bai Yurou trembled her lips, wanting to say something, but knew that no matter what she said, it would be useless.

The eldest aunt said coldly: "I will find a better wife for Yichen. Before that, you'd better make him hate you and leave him!"

This is not a discussion, but an order!

The servant walked up to them: "Eldest Madam, Eldest Young Master is waiting for Young Mistress to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

The eldest aunt looked at Bai Yurou warningly: "Yurou, since Yichen is calling you, go over."

Bai Yurou clenched her fingertips, nodded with a pale face, and walked towards the living room with superficial steps.

The two came to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The staff gave them two marriage registration forms to fill out.

Mo Yichen wrote in a hurry, no joy or anger could be seen on his face.

Bai Yurou clutched the pen and wrote very slowly...

Mo Yichen finished writing quickly, and when he looked up, he saw that Bai Yurou had only written half of it.

He couldn't help frowning: "Is it so difficult for you to marry me?"

Bai Yurou shook his hand and accidentally scratched the watch.

Alterations are not allowed on the form.

Bai Yurou was at a loss.

Mo Yichen's face darkened even more, and he looked unhappy.

"Regret marrying me? It's too late!"

Mo Yichen took away her registration form, and asked the staff again for a new one.

Bai Yurou bit her lip silently.

Of course she didn't regret agreeing to marry him, it was because her aunt didn't allow her to get a marriage certificate.

"Write it," Mo Yichen said coldly, "Even if you don't write it, I still have other ways to get a marriage certificate."

Bai Yurou pinched the watch, raised her eyes to look at him, summoned up her courage and said:

"Yichen, did you marry me because you like me, or are you just responsible for that matter?"

As long as he said he liked her a little bit, even if she was hated by her aunt for the rest of her life, she would join hands with him until she died.

Mo Yichen opened his mouth, and was about to answer because he liked her, but suddenly thought of his illness, and changed his words abruptly.

"Huh? I like you? The moment you rejected me, I decided not to like you anymore! Marrying you is just for the face of the Mo family."

Bai Yurou's little face was pale inch by inch, and the light in his eyes went out bit by bit.

"So that's how it is," she murmured, like a rag doll that has lost its soul, "I see."

Seeing her like this, Mo Yichen felt a little distressed.

His palms clenched into fists.

However, he couldn't say anything.

Anyway, he won't live long, so why let her regret in vain.

Bai Yurou only felt a buzzing in his head, as if it took him a long time to understand what Mo Yichen said.

The nails pinched the palm of the hand hard, and the palm was covered with blood.

She didn't want Mo Yichen to hate her more, since he didn't like her, then she should leave Mrs. Mo's position to someone he liked.

Bai Yurou took a deep breath and pushed the registration form back.

"I don't have this certificate."

"What did you say?"

Mo Yichen frowned, his scorching gaze almost burned a hole in her face.

Bai Yurou pretended to be relaxed and said: "Since we don't like each other, it's fine to fool the elders casually, why take it seriously?"

Neither like each other?

Mo Yichen chewed on these words, clenched his back molars.

This is the second time she has rejected him!

Mo Yichen sneered: "Why, you don't want to get the certificate with me, do you still imagine that you can't get the certificate with Mo Chenxiao?"

Bai Yurou opened her mouth to retort: ​​"I didn't..."

But Mo Yichen sneered coldly: "You should give up on this idea. For a woman like you who is so weak, submissive, and clear soup noodle, Mo Chenxiao won't even look at you!"

Bai Yurou's explanation stuck in her mouth...

So she is so unbearable in his heart?

It's not that Mo Yichen didn't see the sadness on her face.

But he thought it was Bai Yurou who was feeling sad because Mo Chenxiao didn't like her.

Mo Yichen felt extremely irritable, and there seemed to be a surge of anger running around in his chest.

He picked up the registration form viciously and tore it up.

"Since you don't like to fill it out, just get the certificate directly!"

He pulled Bai Yurou up without mercy, and strode towards the director's office.

He said that there is no need to fill in the form, and he can get the certificate!

Bai Yurou couldn't keep up with him and almost fell several times.

Mo Yichen seemed to have never heard of it.

When he reached the director's door, Mo Yichen raised his hand and was about to knock on the door.

Bai Yurou panicked and said, "Mo Yichen, calm down..."

Mo Yichen looked at her coldly: "Don't you just want to be the young mistress of the Mo family, and the wife of the president? I can fulfill your wish too!"