Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

Yan Rongrong shook her head, she looked down at her belly, now her belly is so big, she really can't see her feet when she looks down.

She no longer dares to lie on her back at night, because she will be out of breath, so she has to sleep on her side.

Aunt Wen and Geng Huan got it wrong, thinking that she had a stomachache, and Aunt Wen turned pale with fright.

"Don't worry, I'll call the doctor right now, Geng Huan, hurry up and call the young master so that the young master can go home quickly."

Geng Huan nodded vigorously, took out his mobile phone and prepared to go to Si Boheng.

Yan Rongrong hurriedly grabbed them one by one.

"Don't guess, okay? I don't have a stomachache, and I don't feel uncomfortable. I just think my stomach is too big. Aunt Wen, don't you think my waist has become thicker recently?"

Both Geng Huan and Aunt Wen were stunned for a while, and then they both stared with ugly faces at the same time.

They were frightened to death. They thought she was uncomfortable, but it turned out that they were afraid that they would become fat.

Aunt Wen patted her chest and let out a breath.

Geng Huan looked down at Yan Rongrong's waist, and then silently turned his gaze away. Yan Rongrong doesn't have a waist now, and his stomach is as big as a cauldron.

Aunt Wen comforted her.

"No, you are still the same as before, but Furry, you have to ensure nutrition, you don't have to worry about this body issue now, don't worry, my young master is not such a superficial person, otherwise many coquettish women have seduced him in the past, and no one will Hook up."

Yan Rongrong touched her stomach, and then went to measure her waist.

"But I really feel that my waist is getting thicker, so when I get married, will I not be able to wear the wedding dress?"

Aunt Wen and Geng Huan were taken aback.

They didn't think about the problem of not being able to wear the wedding dress before, so they thought about eating more and getting nutrition.

"This……"

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

"Then why don't we try again? If it's tight, change it quickly."

Yan Rongrong sighed.

"But I have to go through the wedding formalities in a while, and I don't have time to try on the wedding dress."

"Then come back and try again."

Si Boheng went home at three o'clock in the afternoon, picked up Yan Rongrong, and went straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Have you brought all the documents?"

Aunt Wen sat in the back seat with Geng Huan, and she answered Si Boheng while flipping through her bag.

"Master, I've brought them all. I have all the fluffy documents."

Aunt Wen was more reliable than Yan Rongrong, Si Boheng nodded slightly.

Yan Rongrong was a little worried.

"Can people really register? I still..."

Si Boheng looked at her and said with a smile.

"I changed your age in your household registration booklet, just go and change your certificate."

Aunt Wen smiled and handed Yan Rongrong's household registration book to her.

"Hey, I wanted to tell you before, but I forgot later, take a look."

Yan Rongrong knew that the Si family would definitely find a way to allow her to marry Si Boheng, but she didn't expect that the age could also be changed/

She opened it and looked, and sure enough, she was 20 years old.

Looking at this age, she tilted her head to look at Si Boheng.

"Mr. Si, you are only ten years older than me now."

Si Boheng was helpless and heartwarming, probably Yan Rongrong was the only one who wished he was older.

He raised his hand and rubbed his hairy head.

"It's good that you're so small."

Yan Rongrong was a little embarrassed, usually she could just rub at home, but why did she still rub in the car, she could hear Aunt Wen's laughter behind her.

They first changed Yan Rongrong's ID to match the age, and then went to register for marriage.

As soon as Si Boheng and Yan Rongrong walked in, many people immediately took pictures of them with their mobile phones.

The staff quickly came and took them away, and took them upstairs to handle them individually.

Geng Huan grabbed Yan Rongrong's arm, looked at her and asked.

"Are you okay?"

Si Boheng put his arms around Yan Rongrong, and looked down at her.

Yan Rongrong shook his head.

"It's not crowded, don't worry."

The downstairs was boiling right now, many couples who came to the wedding took photos of Yan Rongrong and Si Boheng, and quickly posted the photos on the Internet.