I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

From the jewelry store to the time when she got in the car, Jian Xun's face was hot.

He felt so unworthy.

The other party just casually said that his hands are small, maybe he has never seen a boy with such small hands before, he compared them in surprise, why am I nervous!He is so calm as a gay, but am I so nervous as a straight man?

However, Jian Xun's hands are indeed smaller than ordinary men's, so the rings in the store do not have a suitable size for him, and they need to be customized.

"It will take about a month." Zuo Fan told him.

"it is good."

"Are you hot?" Zuo Fan turned his head to look at him.

"..." Jian Xun said, "A little bit."

So Zuo Fan said to the driver: "Old Zhao, you don't need to turn on the heat so high."

"Okay Mr. Zuo."

This time the car finally arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the staff gave them each a copy of the "Declaration for Marriage Registration." , and then press a handprint on it."

When Jian was looking for the signature, he suddenly hesitated—is he really married like this?

Signing is a very sacred thing. I always feel that it is weird if I am not with my beloved.

Glancing at Zuo Fan next to him again, he didn't hesitate to sign the contract, as if it wasn't something worth bothering him about.

It's amazing, you obviously don't like me, but you still have no psychological barriers to signing, and you can even say - can't wait?

Jian Xun shook his head, denying this ridiculous idea.

When he finished signing and wanted to press his fingerprints, he found that the ink pad had been borrowed by someone from another window, and Zuo Fan had just finished pressing, and his thumb was still stained with excess ink pad.Jian Xun originally wanted to wait for the people in other windows to use it up before taking it back. Unexpectedly, Zuo Fan grabbed his hand directly, and then his thumb was printed on his thumb. The moment his fingers touched, Jian Xun watched helplessly. His thumb was dyed red by the other party, and suddenly there was a strange electric current from the fingertips to the bottom of his heart.

He held down the little heart—is this organ broken, and it always beats wildly when it shouldn't.

On the way home, Zuo Fan asked him: "For the engagement party tonight, have you decided who to invite?"

"I have no one to ask."

Jian Xun was a little sad after finishing speaking.

Zuo Fan looked ahead and said without changing his expression, "It's okay."

Jian Xun raised his head and looked at him puzzled.

"You will be happy if no one comes to bless you."

Jian Xun listened, lost his mind for a while, and then said softly: "Thank you."

When he got home, he saw that workers were already setting up the site.

Obviously, this taste is not Zuo Fan's. Sure enough, Zuo Fan looked at the pink balloons all over the wall, and the huge golden characters "Happy Newly Married", his face turned dark. He really didn't allow such low-level things to appear in his home.

Zuo Tian said: "Brother, look, the decorations I chose with my mother, do they look good?"

Zuo Fan took off his coat, walked towards Zhang Ping, and told her not to decorate his house like a big country stage.

Zhang Ping said aggrievedly: "But I think it looks pretty, right Tiantian?"

Just when the mother and son were engaged in a "tug of war" for the decorations, Jian Xun walked into his room, lay down on the bed, opened the WeChat address book, sent a message to Komori, briefly explained the situation, and then asked: "You Want to come?"

He sincerely hoped that Komori could come, but his uncle would not agree.

After a while, Komori called: "Brother, are you married? Why so suddenly?"

"It's a little sudden, can you come?"

"My dad is at home today, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to find a chance to come out..."

Seeing him in such a difficult situation, Jian Xun had already guessed seven or eight points, so he said, "I see, it's fine."

He was about to hang up, when he heard the other party faltering and asking:

"Brother, how are you... how are you?"

"pretty good."

Komori muttered on the other side: "Why did you get married..."

"What?" Jian Xun didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, happy wedding, brother."

"Thank you."

At this time, Bread came to him again, pawing at his bed sheet and acting like a baby with a "meow~".

Jian Xun picked it up, buried his face in its snow-white fur, and instantly felt that his depressed heart was healed.

He said: "Bread, you are so kind, fortunate to have you."

When Zuo Fan came up, he saw that Bread was eating Jian Xun Tofu again (from Fan Zong's point of view, this is the correct interpretation), he frowned displeasedly: "You let him go to bed again."

Jian Xun turned his head, like a student who was arrested for doing something wrong, and said guiltily, "Can't it go to bed?"

You used to say that cats can’t go to the table or the sofa, but you didn’t say that cats can’t go to bed...

Zuo Fan took a deep breath: "I can't."

"...You...don't frame me, there is no such thing in the family rules..."

"Have."

"Then why didn't you say that before?"

Zuo Fan confidently said, "I just added it."