Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

After wiping their hair dry, they both lay down on their respective beds.

"It's getting late, please turn out the lights."

"Good~"

The lights were turned off and the room suddenly became extremely dark.

When you lose your vision, every move of the person next to you becomes extremely clear.

Song Fuyu heard his breathing clearly, and even felt that his heartbeat had become much faster.

No one spoke for a while. Just when she thought Yan Ziyuan was asleep, his magnetic voice broke the silence in the room.

"Xiao Yu, let's go get the certificate tomorrow."

"Didn't you decide everything? When you refused Gangzi to have dinner together tomorrow."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth, if you don't want to..."

"Go ahead and get the certificate tomorrow."

We have already met the parents, and since both parties agree, there is no need to delay.

"it is good!"

He wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that Xiao Yu would think he looked like a fool, so he tried to restrain himself.

When facing Xiao Yu, he felt that his self-control in many aspects was severely reduced. Fortunately, she was his lover, not his enemy.

It seems that what everyone said, everyone has weaknesses to some extent, is quite true. His weakness is none other than Xiao Yu.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Yan Ziyuan turned around and faced Song Fuyu.

The kerosene lamp had been extinguished, and the windows were covered by thick dark curtains, preventing light from entering. Although he couldn't see her clearly clearly in this environment, he could clearly picture the outline of her face and her charming smile in his mind.

Song Fuyu felt his breath was a little hot and thought he would do something. However, after waiting and waiting, before he could make any move, he fell into a deep sleep.

This night, Yan Ziyuan did nothing.

Even though he wanted to, he still held it back.

After riding the train for two days and doing some cleaning again when I came back, Xiao Yu should be a little tired and was not in a hurry.

When I woke up the next morning, Yan Ziyuan was already up next to him, and even the quilts and mattresses had been folded into neat tofu pieces.

He is indeed a man trained by the army. This quilt was folded with sharp edges and angles, which was completely different from the usual folding quilt she used to make.

In fact, in her opinion, Yan Ziyuan is a man who lives in a more comfortable home, which is different from what he usually shows.

Song Fuyu discovered that he actually had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he saw that the things in her house were not arranged neatly, he would secretly adjust them to make him feel comfortable.

This situation is very obvious in the placement of her shoes.

Sometimes when she goes out in a hurry, she quickly changes out of her slippers and places them casually near the door, thinking that no one else will see them anyway.

But if he accidentally noticed, when he came back and put them on again, the slippers must have been placed very neatly, just like measuring them with a ruler.

Although he has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, the good thing is that he can only sort it out silently by himself, instead of constantly talking about what you should do and how you should do it.

He would only ask for himself, not ask her to do the same in disguise.

This makes her feel very comfortable, at least she won't be asked to do this or that...

After getting up and washing up, I saw Yan Ziyuan walking in from the yard with a piece of paper.

"Have you gone to see the captain?"

"Well, I'll help you finish the certificate. After dinner, we can go directly to the marriage office in the town."

"You're not going to make breakfast too, are you?"

"Yes, this saves time."

What he said was serious and confident, as if normal people would do this.

After breakfast, Yan Ziyuan washed the dishes, pushed the bicycle out, and patted the back seat of the car towards Song Fuyu.

"Come on, it's time for us to set off."

Song Fuyu glanced at the time on his watch and said nothing. Not wanting to ruin his fun, I quickly locked the door and got into the back seat.

"Hold on, we're going to get married!"

When the two arrived at the office by bicycle, they saw that the door was closed and no one was there.

"What the hell, what time is it? Why hasn't the door opened yet?"

"Why don't you look at what time it is?"

"07:30! I've almost finished my breakfast."

"Yeah, 07:30, I don't go to work until eight o'clock."

When they went out, Song Fuyu knew that this would be the case because she looked at her watch and the time on it showed 55:[-].

The village was some distance from the town, but Yan Ziyuan was very impatient and pedaled the car very fast. In 35 minutes, they arrived at the entrance of the registration office.

"Forget it, just sit down and wait for a while."

At [-]:[-], someone finally came over.

"Oh, you two are here so early. Have you been waiting for a while?"

The staff were already used to it that they came so early. After all, there used to be a lot of people who came here after six o'clock.

She opened the door and led them inside.

"Did you prove that you brought all of this?"

"Bring it!"

Yan Ziyuan quickly handed over their certificates.

The other party saw that Yan Ziyuan's certification materials were issued by the military region, so he didn't look through them much, and he didn't ask any more questions. After all, military marriages are much stricter than ordinary people, and they generally don't know how to falsify, and they don't dare to.

He took out two unfilled marriage certificates from the drawer, wrote their names, ages and dates according to their names, stamped them with a big red seal, and handed the marriage certificates to Yan Ziyuan.

"Well, congratulations on your marriage. I hope you will care for and help each other in the days to come, have a happy marriage, and have a baby soon!"

"Thank you, we will~"

After thanking him, he took out a handful of candies from his pocket and placed them on the desk.

"This is our wedding candy, and it's also for you to sweeten your mouth."

"Too polite."

The other party didn't expect him to be so generous, and the smile on his face immediately became bigger.

Coming out of the marriage office, Yan Ziyuan carefully held the marriage certificate, not even daring to fold it.

"Let me have a look too."

From the moment he received the certificate, he had been holding it in his hand, and she had never looked at it seriously.

"Daughter-in-law, be careful, don't get wrinkles."

"..."

Song Fuyu took the marriage certificate like a certificate from him very carefully, it was red and very festive.

Their names were written on the front, and there was a circle of Double Happiness around the edge. On the reverse side, "Marriage Certificate" is printed in three large yellow fonts, and two quotes from the chairman are written above, which is very characteristic of this era.

After receiving the certificate, Song Fuyu held the fresh marriage certificate in his hand, sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and was driven home.

The journey back felt faster than when she came.

"Slow down, I've already received the certificate, why are you in such a hurry?"