Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Huo Mingzheng just teased Fu Yan, saying that he would get the certificate on the same day when he returned to Nancheng, even if it was midnight.

But after returning to Nancheng, Huo Minzheng took her home first to get over the jet lag and regain her energy.

The next day, Uncle Luo cooked two bowls of noodles with his own hands early in the morning.

"Uncle Luo, do you know how to cook?" Fu Yan was a little surprised.

She has lived here for so long, including at the famous Jinling residence before, that she has never seen Uncle Luo cooking.

Uncle Luo was about to speak.

"The most important thing in the family is someone who can cook." Huo Minzheng handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Uncle Luo nodded in agreement, thinking that the only person in the family who was not good at cooking was Miss Fu.

That can't be called bad cooking skills.

He couldn't find the words to describe it.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo, there is a wedding custom in my hometown. On the day of the wedding, the bride and groom have to eat noodles, which means that the relationship between the couple will be long-lasting and the family will be harmonious. This is my blessing to you."

Fu Yan was moved by Uncle Luo's sincere words.

Huo Minzheng glanced at him and said, "Did you change your hair style?"

"Isn't this a happy day? Why don't you get a hairstyle to make it look better?" Uncle Luo looked at Huo Mingzheng with a smile.

There was a hint of pleading in that smile, begging this man to keep his mouth clean on the big day.

Huo Minzheng glanced at him with a faint look, then curled his lips and said, "Very good."

After eating the noodles, Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan's hand and walked to the porch. As soon as he reached the door, Fu Yan was shocked by a red car at the door.

More dazzling and red than the sunset on a summer evening.

Uncle Luo followed them and was stunned when he saw the bright red car in front of him. This was the black car that Fang'er drove to the 4S shop last night. It became so red overnight that he almost didn't recognize it.

Fu Yan glanced at the bright red car, and then at the Cao brothers standing by the car door, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

The key point is that both of them are wearing a burgundy flower on their chests. It is so small and delicate that if you don't look carefully, you might think it is a decoration.

Cao Fang smiled jubilantly. Cao Yuan wore the flower, obviously because he was forced to open business, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, because he was sincerely happy for Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan.

Huo Minzheng glanced at the car, and Fu Yan thought that with his low-key style, Cao Fang would definitely change the car into a normal one.

Unexpectedly, he actually said: "It's pretty good."

After getting in the car, Fu Yan asked him: "You said it was very good to Uncle Luo, and you said it was very good to Cao Fang. What do you mean?"

Huo Mingzheng said slowly: "I'm embarrassed to call them old-fashioned, but I can't find any other words to praise them. They are very good, just very good."

Besides, on days like this, he was in a good mood, so good that he couldn't bear to poison them.

If the tongue twister was ordinary, it would make Fu Yan almost get car sick.

Today is the weekend and the Civil Affairs Bureau is not working.

But Huo Mingzheng wanted to get the certificate, and even New Year's Eve couldn't stop him.

The whole process of obtaining the certificate was very simple. Fu Yan first went to take ID photos with Huo Mingzheng.

The two of them were wearing white shirts and sitting together.

It was Qin Heng who took pictures of them.

Qin Heng was behind a tripod, watching the two of them through the camera, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You can get closer, but there's no need to get so close. You might as well let Fu Yan sit in your arms!"

Fu Yan poked Huo Mingzheng with her elbow. She had already told him not to go too far, but he still didn't listen.

Huo Minzheng whispered in her ear: "This is my first marriage, please bear with me."

Fu Yan's cheeks warmed up, who was doing this for the first time?

After the two sat down again, Qin Heng pressed the shutter. Huo Minzheng stood up first, walked behind the tripod, and pulled up the photo Qin Heng had just taken.

"Don't worry, my skills are pretty good. I will make sure that you two look beautiful and handsome."

"Did it come from a photo?" Huo Minzheng squinted at him, "It was born."

Qin Heng rolled his eyes in his heart.

The next step is to fill in the form to register information.

The moment he picked up the pen, Fu Yan truly realized that he was getting married. He was inexplicably nervous and his mind went blank.

She glanced at the man next to her, who was writing her name carefully one stroke after another.

marry him.

Marrying the man she had been in love with since she was young.

Pictures of the past flashed through my mind frame by frame.

Fu Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, picked up his pen, and wrote his name with extra seriousness.

Watching the staff put steel seals on the two marriage certificates, Fu Yan's heart beat inexplicably. Huo Mingzheng took his hand and said in a low voice: "What is Mrs. Huo so nervous about?"

"Mrs. Huo..." Fu Yan subconsciously repeated the title.

Only then did he realize that Huo Minzheng's hands were also cold.

She pursed her lips and snickered, and without disturbing the people next to her, she leaned close to his ear and whispered in his ear: "Then why are you nervous, are you afraid that I will escape from the marriage?"

"I'm afraid you are too excited. Cao Fang took a picture of you giggling while signing the contract just now." Huo Minzheng looked at her with a smile on his face.

Fu Yan turned his head and looked at Cao Fang, who was holding a device and recording a video.

Cao Fang gave her a simple smile, and Fu Yan suddenly lost his temper.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau and getting in the car, the two went to a nursing home to meet Song Qingshuang.

Song Qingshuang looked at the happy faces of the two people. When she remembered that Uncle Luo came to her in person to get the household registration book two days ago, she guessed that this day would come, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

She remained silent until finally saying: "You have to take good care of Yan Yan."

Huo Minzheng nodded solemnly, "I will."

After leaving the nursing home, they went to Huo Chengqi's private residence. After the school holidays, he didn't stay in Huo Mansion much. Instead, he lived in an old bungalow, which was decorated according to Cheng Weijin's preferences from the inside out.

Cheng Weijin looked at the photo of the two of them on the marriage certificate and smiled from ear to ear, "Oh, how beautiful your future baby will be."

"Don't put pressure on them." Huo Chengqi reminded gently. He peeled an apple and handed it to Fu Yan, "Don't pay attention to what your mother said, she is just too happy."

Fu Yan took the apple and subconsciously said, "I know two things..."

"I know, Dad."

Huo Minzheng couldn't help laughing when he saw her acting like a young daughter-in-law, but he didn't dare to laugh too obviously.

After having dinner with them, it was already evening when we returned to Mingyu Mansion.

After the autumnal equinox, night falls quickly.

The car was parked in the garage. Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan's hand into the elevator and stopped on the second floor.

Fu Yan didn't know what Huo Minzheng was going to do until he opened the study door.

"wait for me."

Huo Mingzheng let go of Fu Yan's hand, walked to the cabinet on the right side of the desk, and took out a stack of red paper from the drawer. He spread the red paper on the table and took out ink and a brush.

He looked at Fu Yan, "Yang Yan, can you sharpen ink?"

Fu Yan nodded.

She walked up to Huo Mingzheng, holding an ink block in one hand and an inkstone in the other, and began to grind the ink on the inkstone.

The window of the study room was half open. Outside the window was a sycamore tree, which had grown to the height of the second floor. Its leaves were rustling in the west wind.

Huo Mingzheng's side face was deep and soft under the warm yellow light of the study. On the floor-to-ceiling window next to him were the window grilles that Fu Yan had cut by himself from the floor-to-ceiling window of the study room of the famous Jinling mansion.

He picked up his pen and wrote on the red paper like clouds of smoke.

When two surnames are united in marriage and a contract is made together, a good relationship will last forever, and the couple will have the same name.

Look at the peach blossoms that are scorching today, and it is a good place to live in a home. It is predicted that in the next year the melons and melons will continue to bloom, and the children will be prosperous and blazing.

I would like to use the white-headed covenant to write to Hongjian, so that the alliance of red leaves can be written down.

This card.

Fu Yan's heart is rippling in the lake.

It's a marriage certificate.